Updated: May 18
By Kim Caifano
God's Brave Women - Kim's Story
I sat in my son’s doctor’s office alone, staring at the library of books in front of me. The titles were telling of the diagnosis I was about to hear.
The doc walked in, gave me a warm smile, and proceeded to read through an 18-page report.
The final page revealed his condition. It was heavy news to digest, and yet it wasn’t a total shock. If anything, there was relief. We’d been through 12 years of doctor’s appointments, specialist consults, and educational programs that seemed to lead us to nothing - at least no formal diagnosis that we could do anything about.
I stared at the final page, my face showing no emotion.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“Yes,” I responded.
“Numb” would have been the better descriptive word, but I figured that was close enough to being “ok.”
At this point in the year, I had gotten quite used to difficult news being delivered to me. Our family had endured much in the time span of a mere 12 months. A lot changed.
- My mom lost her health (which had been previously fine) to the point of being unable to walk, in constant pain, and dismissed from Mayo Clinic straight into a nursing home.