I am so tired of big, clunky words.
Some of them are horrid. Pharmacogenomic.
Others are meaningless. Actionable.
And the rest are scary.
Periventricular leukomalacia.
Pulmonary hypertension.
Words bigger than the babies that try to fight these diseases. Words so big they stretch across the country from my friends' lives to strike fear in mine. Words so strong they can make me totter in my confidence at being a writer.
The words we have to fight these things, they are so small.
Hope. Love. Prayer. Faith.
And yet we hold them so, like these butterfly winged little things could flap out all the storms, and keep these babies, these dreams alive.
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