three years ago, my son had a swell on his head. We alll thought that he bumped his forehead, and that it will pass. After few weeks, the swell was still there. We took him to the GP who sent us to the pediatritian.
He did a biopsy (ie, took a piece of the tissue from the swell) and diagosed my son with LCH (Langerhan's Cell Histiocytosis).
This disease is a killer, and humanity so far did not find a cure. It comes in various shapes, and so far it seems that my son has a "singualr" version, which means that he doesnt have to undergo a treatment. Yet, three years later, no doctor is ready to give him a clean bill of health.
I managed much in my life. From a student from a poor family, i managed to earn enough and pull my entire family out of dispear and hoplesness. I managed to create my own family at the same time, complete my studies and so on. Whatever problem came my way, i dealt with it.
Now, sometimes i get up during the night and go to my sons bedroom and stay for some time just looking at him sleeping. He's a great child. Funny. lively, inovative and creative - and simply too smart for a 6 years old....All the things a made, the car, the flat, the money, - everything is absolutely worthless. Because if it comes to the worst, there is absolutely NOTHING i can do for my son...
Since three years ago, i learned no matter how determined and resourcefull you are, no matter money or education, last drop of my blood - there is nothing you can do. Sometimes you are just helpless....