Nervous jitters

I'm getting ready for our appointment with Professor Cone on Friday afternoon. I hate this. I lie in bed at night, trying to prepare for the worst, but hoping for the best. I feel convinced that this is just part of the cascade of bad news that we have been experiencing ever since Charlotte's eyes first started to wobble.

Of course, we are not really going to have any new information on Friday, this is just to get the ball rolling. Every night I cuddle Charlotte and whisper to her, "Please don't have Cone-Rod, please don't have cone-rod, please don't have cone-rod" but I don't think it makes a difference.