I’ve been holding my breath for a week now. Sleep (and bliss) has been tortuous with a million “what if’s” invading the space between hitting the hay and dawn’s early light. I have exhaled. Finally. But this moment of bliss is sure to be a fleeting…. The saga with my son continues. So, he has not been to a dentist in more than fifteen years.  I know…right? Your head must be popping! My head certainly did when I heard this months ago not long after he arrived on my doorstep pretty much destitute, in the middle of the night. Since that evening, on and off, he’s been complaining about bleeding gums and swears some teeth are ready to fall out.  With everything else that…