It was June when I got the call. Six months of tests and guessing and consulting and meetings and and and and and and my baby was diagnosed with AVM. Arteriovenous malformation (AVM) —on a post-it I wrote arterial Venus with a question mark. I had no idea what that was, until I very much did. Webpage after webpage after article and book, I was becoming an expert about the monster that would come to consume our lives. Okay Samantha, one day at a time.