Thank you Mom.
I always knew- as I said at the end of my last post- that parents are the ones who make our lives to be how it is and that they are the ones to be admired, but last night I had an eye opener experience thanks to a wonderful documentary called The Sweetest Gift: A Parents Journey of Discovery . I always thought that my life was and is pretty "easy", I never cared for bullies, I never thought why I had to do Physio, and painful surgeries were just part of life. I went through life "jumping" from situation to situation as they had to be. What I hadn't realised is that behind every painful Physio there was heart breaking in a million pieces, outside every surgery room was someone dying of worry about how I was doing or if I was going to make it alive! Every decision had to be faced by one woman standing alone wondering if she was doing the right thing. For me, my life has been like this since the day I was born, but for my mom, she was 21 years old when she met me and the words ARTHROGRYPOSIS MULTIPLEX CONGENITA, this words didn't make any sense to her, but she had to learn them because they were going to be part of her for the rest of her life. I now understand so many things that happen to our family, that I thought were just part of life once again, but no it was just because there was a mother leaving everything aside to care for me. The countless hours dedicated to my recovery were chosen over the weak hearted. She lives her life based on me and my brother, her clock moved around us and what HAD to be done. One more time I can affirm that my mother is the hero of my story. Thank you mom, for not listening to the "it can't be done" "the Stop it hurts", for the countless hours without sleep, for the all the choices that only you knew were right. Thank you for going against the world for me, Thank you for going Against The Odds.