In My Wildest Imagination, It Never Looked Like This

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Two years ago, I spent many nights curled up in bed sobbing quietly so that no one would overhear my grief. Our daughter was sick and slowly losing the use of her legs. As the paralysis crept along muscle by muscle, there was nothing for her father and I to do but watch helplessly as doctors offered no solutions, and her ability to walk disappeared.
We prayed for healing that never came. We searched in vain for experts who could halt the progression of this mysterious affliction

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