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Sometimes life feels like one mirage after another. This morning the car was filled with gasoline. The route on the map was set. Brown paper bags with lunches in them sat by the door. The medical paperwork had been filed. But then the phone rang. Even before my son talked to the person on the other end, I knew it was yet another disappointment. The university hospital, where we were to meet with a heart surgeon to get a second opinion, was cancelling the appointment. They did, however, schedule another one several weeks in the future. Our search for someone to fix our son’s heart has become as elusive as the water you think you see in a mirage.
But as the words say in a song my friends sing:
“We press on!”