I'm sure I'll be just as sore, though.
My massage therapist Amanda's baby daughter was diagnosed as having Noonan's Syndrome, a collection of physical and possibly developmental issues that will require some special care. She's taking little Gwen for an MRI in a week or so, in order to monitor the vein in her head that has the doctors worried.
We talked a lot about this, about the work required to act as go-between with the different docs and facilities and service-providers. We both agreed that some of the hoops are held so high in order to discourage would-be jumpers, if not restrict them altogether. She's determined to find out what her options are, even if it's next-to-impossible.
I told her I remain convinced that there's good to come of this, that Gwen's survival is a miracle (since at one point she told me one of the twins might not make it) and that I know she will be blessed by this little girl's life.
I also know she will be tested and pushed and pained. I couldn't offer her any real advice except to remember to care for and about herself as well as her children. She seems to be level headed and determined to do just that. I know Amanda's strong faith is going to come in extremely handy.
One thing I know for sure; if Amanda's spirit is as strong as her hands, she hasn't got anything to worry about.