The False Labels of Naegleria

Yesterday, I almost had to pull over while driving because I couldn’t stop the tears.  Another life is gone.  Another child will never grow up, graduate, fall in love or celebrate life again.  Another set of parents is heart-broken and for a while, simply broken.  Another fresh round of grief and sadness.  Sleepless nights.  Dreams eerily twisting together a fictional comfort of life-complete again and the agonizing reliving of a child’s last days.

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