Alex and His Diagnosis
When I was a little girl, I remember thinking my life was good, too good, in fact. Nothing terrible happened to me. I enjoyed a fun childhood, and with the exception of some typical teen-aged confidence issues, I cruised into young adulthood carefree and happy. I always felt that God was preparing me for what was to come. And as crazy as this sounds, even as a 10 year old, I knew my trials in life would come later. ***** When the nurses placed my newborn son into my arms on July 26, 2003, I cried blissful tears of joy. He was soft and smooth and sweet, and I recognized his cute little nose from the sonogram pictures. Immediately, I thought, "Who are you, what is your name?" I'm a last-minute person, and even though my husband, Steve, and I had narrowed down our name choices, I was concerned about what we should call him. Within a few minutes, Steve and I decided to name him Alexander Michael, Alex for short. It was the perfect name for our perfect little boy. Two days lat