I remember Rico's first visit to Mayo. I kept thinking that if they told us the worst, I was going to pass out right there. I thought that there was no way I could hold it together.
We meet with the surgeon on Tuesday, and now it seems that he could not possibly tell us anything worse than we've already imagined.
People say it will be better when we have some definitive answers.
I hope so, because crying every five minutes is exhausting.