Yesterday, while I was celebrating (?) the arrival of my 87th birthday, I learnedf that my Downs daughter had woken up with 3 bones in her right foot broken. Another red-headed daughter and I are heading down to GDC in Gallipolis to visit, and may stay overnight in a motel. (Last Septermber I broke two bones in my own right foot. Spooky, huh?)
We just roll with the punches.
First of all, let me just say … ♫ Happy Happy Birthday, Nan!!! 🎈🎁🎂
I wasn’t aware you had a daughter with Downs Syndrome! I had a younger brother with Downs who died at the age of 2 from a heart condition, and my youngest son had Downs and other mental/physical health issues … he died in 2019. I hope your daughter will be okay. Again, Happy Birthday, my friend!
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Thanks so much. I think my page on Downs is still together, with her photo. She’s fifty. She had a fatal diagnosis when she was born with the Downs’ congenital heart defect but at age seven, after a serendipitous and magical coincidence we found out about a new surgery option and that was that. Surgery happened a few blocks from our home at Eggleston Children’s hospital in Atlanta. I think her birth may have been influenced by the x-rays taken of me when I had pneumonia. She’s fifty now with early signs of dementia. I fear I raised her to be a little too assertive…but lots of fun most of the time!
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I will check out the page in just a bit! You’ve done a great job, my friend … I can tell just by the things you say here!
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