I made it down the long, sterile hallway and past the waiting room before bursting into tears. My husband gathered me into his arms as I stood there sobbing, unable to move. His shirt quickly became stained with my tears. We paid no attention to the dinging bell and the people exiting the hospital’s elevators behind us. We had just left an appointment with a genetics counselor, where I had heard the worst news of my life
Positively Rare, Positively Beautiful
As you may know I own a publishing company called Lemonade Press - a publishing company focused on empowering people...
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