Feeling of Helplessness Towards Mothers Illness

There’s no way to describe the feeling of helplessness. Since I was a little girl, I can remember my mothers’ illness. I can remember her playing with us, regardless of how much pain she was in, just because she cared that much. Now I’m eighteen, and the same woman still pushes aside her health to be a part of my life.

I cannot describe the frustrations! 32 doctors later, still there is no cure, for her illness. After her diagnosis was read, she was referred to a chronic pain therapist. My mothers’ goals consist of getting out of bed, and eating.

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If she can accomplish these few things, her day is complete. The feeling is unsurpassable to me that my mother must live in chronic pain for the rest of her life. The thousands of dollars of antibiotics have served not as a cure, but the opposite, a poison, which has infected her liver.

Why now at such a young age should she be burdened with these problems? Why someone so loving and caring for others? My mother is my life. I pray each day that maybe someway our roles can be reversed, and for just one day she can live without pain.

She made me realize that I shouldn’t take things for granted, because it’s never guaranteed to stay with me for the rest of my life. Also, each day of my life I should be thankful, no matter how absurd the day was. I believe all things happen for a reason, the happiest of things to the less- unfortunate circumstances.

If there is one thing that I will always remember, it is that, God has a special plan for everybody, and a road that will lead us to where we need to go, although some of our roads will take us on separate journeys.