Fear.  It’s compelling… it’s sometimes pesky, and sometimes it’s debilitating.  The culmination for fear for myself took place these past weeks regarding Josiah.  The fear of a mother for her child is almost a physical pain.  Since Josiah was 9 months old and we were told something was not quite right with his blood, I’ve had a looming fear of his diagnosis.  Since then we’ve been misdiagnosed, re-diagnosed, and for the last year we’ve heard multiple doctors in collaboration say these words, “we don’t understand”.  I’m not sure how to describe the feelings as a parent that you feel when you’re in limbo regarding your childs health.  He’s asymptomatic (praise…