I am a mother.
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I do not give up! That is my imperative. By giving up, I would knuckle under and would not recover until the end of my life. I was ‘combing through’ my possibilities as I caressed my son Arvin’s crying face. My son Arvin is my strength, my support and hope that I will achieve my set goal. My goal has been to help my Arvin to recover and get better. I know it. I know the way to success.
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Mother’s love overcomes all obstacles. Giving up would have led us to the path of uncertainty and to a very difficult situation from which we would not find a way out. I wanted to achieve a happy-family harmony.
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I set the way through which I had to go with Arvin, facing numerous difficulties, consciously and without turning back. I often wiped my tears, hiding the unbearable moments I kept finding myself in from my family and friends.
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I achieved the ultimate goal and wellbeing of my son Arvin through calm, fight, solitude and love for my sweetest boy.
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Facing the truth, caught off guard sometimes, it seemed that in some moments there was no way out, but I did not lose hope and give up. There is no looking back. Time marked with daunting fight and success and love for my son Arvin is ahead of us. During this period, I did not inhibit my positive attitude and I tried to remain very strong until the final goal was achieved.
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The basis for a successful future is the set goal which leads you to the final resolution. At times too tired and hindered by sadness, I was pulling myself together for the new endeavors.
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I was aware that hard work, effort and great sacrifices were ahead of me. My life motto was to help the boy in my arms who was crying for his freedom, wanting to run through wonderful, lush parks with other children. We rejoiced together, I looked after him, warning him not to expose himself to dust.
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I am a mother.
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Mother’s love is boundless. It is prepared to face numerous life challenges, without thinking of difficulties and consequences. My son required help. Arvin and I were helpless. Many sleepless nights, my sweet boy’s crying face and scratches on his body that left a painful scar on my soul, posed many questions, with no the answer to give at the time. Scratch wounds left indelible trace on my soul with their bloody marks.
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As I watched Arvin’s eyes while he was running around with other children in the kindergarten, park and our family home, I was wondering which direction to take to reach my final goal.
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With tears in my eyes, I was cradling my crying sweet boy who wailed for quiet and peaceful sleep, and I was contemplating how to find the way out of the numerous difficulties which were my everyday presence. Sleepless for many nights, I was cradling Arvin gently in my arms, preventing the crying and restless sleep of this frail creature…I trembled over my son, with my soul quivering, gathering my strength for the coming day, trying not to knuckle under.
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By giving up I would betray all the sick children in the world, as well as their mothers. Circumstances in which I was trying to get organized became chaotic in time, so I had to find solutions myself. I did not always make it. I stumbled on the path of uncertainty, watching my crying son in my arms.
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Trying to soothe the ‘silence of my soul’ which tormented me, and my unexpected life path, I was facing the illness for which I could not find a solution.
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My time also stopped in the silence of my soul with which I ‘covered’ myself from the coldness of the coming period. I was looking for support and help in numerous appointments in luxurious doctors’ offices.
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Uncertainty and future were not very promising. I had to find the ultimate solution to my problem, for which, at that time, I did not see a way out. Every day I faced problematic and very difficult circumstances, ‘covering’ myself by calmness. It gave me courage, and gave a sense to my fight to the final goal, in the silt of uncertainty. I often dreamed of Arvin’s playful little hands, him running around happily with his friends. Waking up brought me fear that my only desire in life – to rejoice in Arvin’s peaceful sleep – would not come true, and dreading his unchanged health condition on a daily basis. Fear caused anxiety which I fought completely alone, comforting myself that this turmoil is only temporary. I lacked strength, but my will overpowered and became my priority during Arvin’s illness.
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At one point I felt as if my son Arvin and I were all alone in the world, world which was not promising enough.
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Although I did not know how it would all end, I leaned on my instinct and attitude that there was no giving up. That would mean the end for me and my family.
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The innocent child in my arms watched the world with his joyful little eyes. The fact that Arvin’s world was made of visits to the doctors gave me strength to push on, trying constantly to find a way out of the painful situations.
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Giving up was out of the question because it meant betraying helpless children in the whole world. I was convinced I would find a way out.
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Over time, relying on my personal opinion and knowledge, and with doctors’ consent, I decided to continue Arvin’s treatment through herbal medicine. Arvin was always the priority in every turmoil of my life. Numerous sacrifices of my everyday life were aimed at Arvin’s recovery only.
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I would often repeat to myself, in the silence of my soul, that I would provide my son with a better and more beautiful life.
Leaving many famous doctors’ offices, I was not given a small thread of explanation. Circumstances showed that there was a way out, but, despite many difficult moments, that way had to be found.
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I set on a difficult journey towards my goal and success with determination.