Why
...do bad things happen to good people?
Without going into personal details, consider the following:
Fryns syndrome
Definition: Fryns syndrome is a rare congenital disorder characterized by dysmorphic facial features (coarse face with microphtalmia, hypertelorism, facial hair growth, cloudy corneas, broad and flat nasal bridge, cleft lip and/or palate, microretrognathia, and low set ears), diaphragmatic hernia, distal limb hypoplasia and pulmonary hypoplasia.
This claimed the life of the 9 day old son of my friends.
There is no good detection method. There is no real treatment. It is genetic, with a 25% recurrance rate.
How the hell do you face something like that?
Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall
Without going into personal details, consider the following:
Fryns syndrome
Definition: Fryns syndrome is a rare congenital disorder characterized by dysmorphic facial features (coarse face with microphtalmia, hypertelorism, facial hair growth, cloudy corneas, broad and flat nasal bridge, cleft lip and/or palate, microretrognathia, and low set ears), diaphragmatic hernia, distal limb hypoplasia and pulmonary hypoplasia.
This claimed the life of the 9 day old son of my friends.
There is no good detection method. There is no real treatment. It is genetic, with a 25% recurrance rate.
How the hell do you face something like that?
Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall
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