The greatest wish of every mom is for their child to grow up healthy. When my older siblings and me were born, my dad counted our fingers and toes, and my parents breathed a sigh of relief.
My Mom enjoyed a blessed 23 years before “her baby” came down with lymphedema. The diagnosis was probably as hard on my mother as it was on me. I know that she would take my pain and frustration on herself, if she could. Continue reading “Moms and Lymphedema”
Lymphedema Diary 