In August of 2010, we got the call from our pediatrician: “Andrew tested positive for cystic fibrosis,” she told me gently, and I imagined her kind eyes filling with concern as she heard silence on the other end. That call began a roller coaster of emotions for our family and set off a chain of…
Thirty-six
I didn’t wake up with some grand epiphany darting through my head hoping to reach my lips before it was forgotten. I didn’t wake up feeling particularly sad or glad or worried, wondering if I “really look my age,” or if I could get away with that big 3-0 I dreaded not that long…