Society, medicine, education puts so much pressure on us to get rid, label and separate anything different from the ‘norm’. Who the hell made up this ‘norm’ anyway. Certainly not the author and creator of all things and all people. God forgive us. Thank you Nancy Gedge for this post I share with you here.
I’ve never been a huge fan of testing. My husband, who is diabetic, has to do it all the time. Several times a day he pricks holes in his fingers, checking his blood sugar levels. It’s a way of life. I’ve had my share of blood tests, but nothing in comparison to him. There have been few times in my life when I have been ruled by the phlebotomist.
Those times have been most recently characterised by fear and uncertainty, I have to admit; fear of what the results might mean. The tests never had any significance the first time round. Back then, when I was expecting baby number one, I submitted my innocent arm without a second thought. I had no idea what a ‘high risk’ verdict might be, or of how I would feel about the prospect.
After Sam was born, and Down Syndrome was diagnosed, the pair…
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