Health

This morning Ethan came down the stairs and said he wasn't feeling well. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his puffy eyes. Memories came flooding back of relapses and prednisone, and thoughts of " Oh No, it's finally over" filled my head. Ethan went voluntarily to test himself and despite a foamy looking sample, he was negative. Phew!!! Exhale, I can breathe again!