i went to a party the other day and this woman told me how she had multiple miscarriages and finally had a baby that the drs told her was dying inside of her, so they took it out at 6 months. he lived in the NICU forever, and they finally diagnosed him with a super rare liver disease. he had to sleep naked under special blue lights in a tanning bed until he was 10, and then had a liver transplant. the transplant had complications and half of it died, so they pulled all the cords out of him and said, "we hope the other half works!" - and it did (luckily). and he's on immuno suppresent medicine now, and will need another transplant in about 10 years, so i guess a happy ending - but GEESH!!!! why do people that telling us these scary stories is in any way "relating" to us? she ended with "i'm sure this wont happen to you, it's SUPER rare, but can you believe it?" - her only redeeming grace was the two-three glasses of wine i saw her drink earlier.
