On Wednesday we have a GP appointment to ask for a referral to a specialist to check if our son should have a surgery to correct the shape of his chest. My Pete and I think it highly likely that it will be recommended. At times like this my brain always gets a hundred miles ahead of itself. I begin to think and imagine a million different scenarios. I wish that you could just go for testing and have any treatment done on the same day, so that there is no time to think.
Thinking is often MUCH worse than reality!