I went to visit my hospitalized daughter with my son. In the hospital room, my son suddenly whispered “Mom
I went to visit my hospitalized daughter with my son. That sentence sounds ordinary, but the moment I stepped into Room 304 at St. Andrew’s Children’s Hospital, nothing felt ordinary at all. My daughter, Emily, had been sick for three weeks with symptoms no doctor could explain—fatigue, dizziness, sudden fevers. My husband, David, insisted everything would be…