I’ve spent my entire career repairing hearts, but nothing in medicine prepared me for the day I met Owen. He was six years old, far too small for the hospital bed that swallowed him, his body thin and fragile, his eyes too large for a face drained of color. His chart was brutal in its honesty: a congenital heart defect, critical, life-threatening. The kind of diagnosis that strips childhood away and replaces it with fear and uncertainty….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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