So I finally get the letter from the Children's Hospital on Michael's diagnosis and explanation. Like how long ago has it been now? You don't think I may have found out maybe a bit about what we are dealing with? Anyway.... I told this Councilor, after she called me the first time with his diagnosis and kept rattling things off when I was in a state of shock, that maybe it all shouldn't be all doom and gloom. I mean, my child swallowed just fine after those first months of life. He never needed a respirator. I don't think you SHOULD have told me on the phone he was going to have significant cognitive issues and all this other stuff and then asked me if I had any questions before you left on vacation! Yes, I had a gentle and nice conversation with her when we met again on how I felt about how this all went down. And I do mean I was nice. I wanted her to possibly understand why I felt the way I did and maybe with the next parent she might think the whole