Over the past couple months, this letter and Victoria Gomelsky’s letter from the editor have celebrated the arrival of my son, Nolen Brown Smelzer Fisher.The letters were written before our lives with Nolen took a scary turn in early January, when he began to have trouble breathing. For 12 days, my husband, Eric, and I lived at the hospital watching him struggle for breath, so much so that he was eventually intubated with a breathing tube. It was a nightmare. On the third day of his hospitalization (the Saturday evening of the 24 Karat Club of the City of New York’s annual black-tie dinner, to be precise), we decided to respond to the many inquiries we were receiving about Nolen’s condition by reluctantly posting about it on Facebook. (Is a crisis an appropriate time to post? How can someone “like” a bad situation?) The response was overwhelming.We received literally thous