“How’s March 17th?” the doctor asked. “Saint Patrick’s Day – I’ll call that a lucky day,” he added, pointing to his red hair. Nineteen years ago today on Saint Patrick’s Day my son had his cleft palate repair at Mott Hospital in Ann Arbor, Michigan. It was one of the worst days of my life, having to hand him over to medical staff, and then for him to awaken petrified and in pain. The next several months, at only the age... Read more