Becoming Stronger Through My Son’s Struggles

I have heard a lot of people say that I am a strong mom regarding what I have been through with my son over the past six years. But then, I was surprised to hear the same thing from my mother two days ago when we visited her.

Her words got me broken; my heart was so teary, and I couldn't control the tears rolling down from my cheeks. As I type now, I still cry, out of emotions, anyway. Not that I am afraid of the situations with my son; I think God has given me grace beyond fear.

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I see myself becoming brave, courageous, prayerful, and focused towards achieving my goal and fighting life battles until I have my victory.

My aunt saw me and said again, "Nkem, you don't look like what you have been through," and I told her it is God. Even my son recently started looking like he hasn't been the one passing through the whole brain torture; I just see a child being revamped gradually from his usual look and some weird behaviors. It's all good and a story to tell.

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Mother's sacrifice—wow, I have encountered what I never anticipated prior to my getting married. I mean, no woman will know what is coming prior to motherhood; otherwise, I would have waited for maybe another 5 years being single and getting stronger for what was coming to me, which I didn't see.

My journey with this, my first son, started way back when I was pregnant with him. The whole complication started in my dreamland, and the most costly mistake I made back then was overlooking that dream. I never handled it prayerfully until it manifested physically, and I was dumbfounded.

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If there is something I can advise any mom, then, it is to be prayerfully alert at all times before and after pregnancy and after childbearing and to keep on praying for your child every day. The devil sees destinies and can decide to manipulate the destiny of a child. If only I was as prayerful as I am today back then, maybe I would have stood in the gap to say no to what befell my son, but it's fine; I am still trusting God to correct every error while I do my part as a human medically.

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All through this week here in the east, it's been from one brain scan to another different diagnosis by some specialists. Some of these scans I couldn't capture due to radiation, as I couldn't use a phone in the room. We had an EEG done on my son too, all to find out certain things by the neurologist to see the next step to take.

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My son was overwhelmed by the whole procedure, and at one point, he started crying. He said, "Mum, they had my head slotted in the other big machine, and I felt uncomfortable all through the brain scan. Now, they are wiring my head?" When are we going back to Lagos, Mum? He started crying, and I cried too, because he sounded so emotional; I could feel for the little child being stressed out.

The day he asked me why he is the only one passing through medical stress and why not his siblings too, I was speechless on what to reply to him.

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That's by the way; we are all fine now and will be going back to Lagos by tomorrow after seeing another consultant this morning.

In everything, I am glad that God gave me the strength to be strong enough to face all the troubles with my son since the past 6 years. Hopefully, he will pull through and regain his usual self soon, and by then, I will tell my motherhood story in details and the journey so far.

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