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February 11, 2007


Vicki Forman

I came here from your friend Jordan in Chicago. Thanks for becoming part of the discussion, and good luck. We all need help navigating these waters.

Rachel Norton

Your post about diagnosis made me think of a tableau I saw the other day - arriving at the CPMC child development center I saw a couple with a young child come out of the elevator and the (presumably) mom just burst into tears as soon as she was out the door. It was very much like what I did in those first few minutes after I "heard the news." We smiled bravely at the doctor, asked a lot of questions, walked out of the clinic, went downstairs and then I got outside. That was when it was safe to burst into tears. That was when it became real.

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