When the doctor told me that my unborn child did not develop arm or legs, my heart dropped. You could imagine my excruciating heartbreak finding out the bad news. There was no holding back the tears, no matter how hard I tried to cover my emotions. That day I was supposed to find out if I was pregnant with a boy or girl, not that my child had a severe birth defect. Regularly, I thought of the things my son would not be able to do; crying because I felt remorse for him. It was extremely unpleasant to imagine the everyday struggle my son would face. He would always be obliged to depend on others to assist him with all the things we take for granted, I thought. When my son was two months old, he had an appointment with Scottish Rite Hospital
