You know sometimes when you hear unfortunate things about other people or read such articles in magazines, and it makes you feel so lucky to be alive and healthy?
I get that feeling alot, especially when I read about parents living with their kids' disabilities, or special conditions like down's syndrome or autism. However, it's amazing how strong those women are. I mean, you read how they live with the situation and yet they always mention that they wouldn't trade their child for anything and even consider it sort of a blessing. I can understand that, to some extent and relate to it.
Most of you know my younger son has diabetes, and I am in no way comparing that to things like down's syndrome. Thanks Allah 1000000000 times my son, other than his diabetes, is a healthy happy child. But what I am getting at here is the idea of living with a lifetime condition.
I remember vivdly the day we were told he's got diabetes. It was the worst day in my life. You get this horrible feeling like your world is falling apart, you know. But I have to say, not in ONE SECOND did I question God. I never said to myself or to anyone "Why did Allah do this? Or why my child? ". I would never say something like that. I remember the doctors were wonderful at the hospital. I will never forget the first thing they told us. " The most important thing to understand is that this is nobody's fault and there's no way to stop it or prevent it".
In the first few days, they were just comforting us, checking on us and yousuf, not explaining much about the treatment. The nurse told me to take my time and won't start training me unless I am ready. They kept encouraging us and telling us that we are good parents. By the way, no one tells you you are a good parent in our culture, that is something I noticed lol. At least, not in your face. They only critisize and make you feel like you know nothing, don't they? I don't know why.
Anyways, back to the story, they also put me up with a phsycologist to help cope and all that. I remember she was surprised at my answer when she asked me something like "did you say things like why yousuf? or something like that?" I told her " No.. well, of course I am sad beyond imagination that he's diabetic and sure no mum wants her kid to get something like that but I never questioned God's will, you know". And I went on telling her how this boy came after nine years, when I thought I'd never have more kids and diabetes isn't going to make me feel like wish I didn't have him or something like that, you know.
Sure it's not easy but it's not impossible to live with it. I don't like the look on people's faces when they know he's got diabetes but I can understand that. It's like the feeling I got when I was told he's diabetic. You feel it's the end of the world and you cannot manage it. But Sub7an Allah, later, you get this strength from God. It's like determination, how badly you want your kid to live his life like any other kid, you know. It keeps you going.
There are good days and bad days. Days when it's ok and days when I cry Days when I feel I cannot go on but then things become better and I become strong again. I thank Allah for that and I truly believe whatever he has in store for me is good O el hamdilla.
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