I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday (with someone that doesn’t know about Mark’s Achondroplasia), and the whole time my heart was beating hard and fast. I knew that I had to tell her about him, and what we were going through but I didn’t know how. She began to talk to me and my body started to get hot and sweaty. My face got red, and I was fighting back tears, so I knew that she could tell that something was wrong. I told her that I might as well tell her now, instead of telling her later, the words left me as I said “Mark has Achondroplasia.” Her look was surprising but nothing that I haven’t seen before. She then proceeded to give me names and numbers of people that could help.
I could feel my face cool down, along with my body. I have told yet another person about my son, and realized that it just doesn’t get any easier.
We then went to Bruce’s parents house to talk about what happened and things like that. Bruce asked me what I told them about, and before I could say anything I hear Bruce’s dad say “That he is perfect, there is nothing wrong”. I then turned around and saw the look on his face. He genuinely said that and meant every word. I am luckiest girl ever, to have him as my father-in-law. Just to know that having a disorder doesn’t mean that there is any less love in their heart for him. And that makes me so happy.
There have been people that tell me how perfect he is, and that God doesn’t make mistakes. But then you look at their face and see that they are just saying that because they don’t know what else to say. I know that they don’t want to say the wrong thing so they just tell you what they think you want to hear.
I have heard from people, asking me why I decided to tell people about Mark through a blog. My responds to that is easy. One…I have too many people to tell. Two…I want more then just my close friends, and family to know. Three….I don’t know if I could personally tell everyone I knew about it. My emotions have been through the roof lately, and I don’t know how many people would actually know if I had to do all the talking.
I also have to say that if you have questions about my son, don’t be afraid to ask. I don’t have all the answers myself, but I will fill you in the best I can. I have a lot to learn and I feel that I will never be done learning about this, but I don’t want people talking behind my back about my son.