When I think about worry, I think of the most anxiety-provoking time of my life. It was 2008, and I was pregnant with my first child. At my ultrasound checkup, my husband and I learned that our son would be born with a congenital heart condition. This condition is fatal if not corrected through open-heart surgery within months of birth.
For the remainder of my pregnancy, I was almost never completely free of worry: How can we get him the best care? How will this affect his life? Will he be okay?