Our life drastically changed course a week ago. We are the parents of a daughter who has struggled for many years with substance abuse. We dread “the call.”   The call is when you are told that your child has died, and their struggle has ended. One week ago, our phone rang in the early hours of the morning. A police officer told my husband that our daughter had been found. Alive. The officer told my husband that our daughter had been brought by ambulance to a local hospital. The officer said, “She has some skin wounds, her arm hurts, and she doesn’t feel good.” What a profound gift for understatement…