Hope, with a ribbon of uncertainty curling gently around it
A tall, thin, down-glancing man slumped in a chair in the corner of the exam room.
His gray-haired wife sat primly next to him.
They were here with their adult wheelchair-bound daughter.
For the past two decades, the daughter had been under their constant care at home.
A chronic progressive illness had wreaked havoc on this young woman’s body.
Her adult life had been held prisoner by an insidious neurologic disorder.
She was having a problem …
