It’s seems like only yesterday I was sitting in a small room, with a desk between Zoe’s Doctor and I - as I ask him question after question- all of them starting with “ Will she ever..? And in that moment, instead of feeling tragically overwhelmed- I was empowered.
Finally, I was getting confirmation on something my mother’s instinct had always known. I was getting answers.
Seven years have passed since then, and for the first time, in a long time- I find myself starting over asking questions again, researching and learning new methods for tackling daily life and Zoe’s physical and medical challenges. Zoe is 10 now , and continues to give her all to everything she does. She approaches becoming a “ tween “ no differently, reaching for more freedom, becoming frustrated at times that she can’t enjoy certain privileges her “ almost teen” sister earns.