Note to my Mom – On Mother’s Day
I would like to thank my mom for her persistence and her nagging. Persistence for raising a child with chronic complaints. She knew I did not sleep well, she knew I had joint pain and she knew I seemed to catch everything that was going around. She could have thought I was faking it, to get out of school, or exaggerating to get attention. Instead she brought me to the doctors, until the doctors themselves could not deny something was going on, even if they did not know what. Thus my odd blood work was watched bi-annually and I saw more than my fair share of specialists. Many things were ruled out a young age and without this persistence, this understanding, it would have been years before I received the treatment I needed. Just having that one person on my side, fighting for my needs made and makes a great deal of difference. I may have been frustrated with finding a diagnosis, but I never felt like anyone thought I was crazy or a hypochondriac, not with my mom on my side.
I have to thank her for her nagging. She is an informed parent. She did her research on any diagnosis I received; what dietary additions might be helpful and what vitamins, minerals and herbs to try. Encouraging me, persistently, to help me help myself. She was always helping me become an informed patient, who knew what to demand and when it was not enough. While it may drive me nuts trying all these things, I do try. But more so, it is the fact that she tries to help, the best way she can. She cares enough to pay attention to articles she reads, news she hears and books she reads, to pass along to me. She cares enough to buy me something to try out.
She does not make me feel inadequate or that I do not try hard enough to cure myself. Never has she made me feel guilty for not going to school or not working because of my health. Never have I felt like a chronic complainer, when I tell her honestly and truthfully how I feel. Never has she made me feel like I don’t do enough. She has always encouraged me to find solutions, or compromises, but never made me feel as though it is some failure on my part if any medical or alternative treatment does not cut it.
So here is to my mom, cause she is on my side.
Essay written by Nikki Albert © 2008 butyoudontlooksick.com
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