LONDON — To anyone else, it was just an ordinary day. But to me, it felt like the end of the world. Or my world, at least.
There I sat — 16 years old and full of hope — in the neurologist’s office, waiting...
LONDON — To anyone else, it was just an ordinary day. But to me, it felt like the end of the world. Or my world, at least.
There I sat — 16 years old and full of hope — in the neurologist’s office, waiting...