My Daughter Was 15 When She Finally Looked Me in the Eye and Whispered, “I Don’t Tell Dad When I’m Hurting Anymore. He Says I Only Do It for Attention.” The Next Afternoon, I Checked Her Out of School and Drove Her to the Hospital Without a Word to My Husband. Halfway Through the Scan, the Technician Went Completely Quiet.

She nodded, clearly relieved.

Then she grabbed the cinnamon jar and asked if we could try the recipe again the next day, using a little less of it this time.

PART 18

By mid-November, Dr.

Morris gave Paige full medical clearance to take part in light conditioning drills with her high school volleyball team.

I sat way up on the wooden bleachers and watched my daughter laughing with her teammates as she bumped the leather ball toward the net, totally free.

When practice ended, Paige hopped into the front passenger seat of my car with a huge grin on her face and asked if we could stop and get frozen yogurt.