Last week, my little boy Sam turned thirteen.Thirteen years ago, our son was born and developed a rare skin disorder. Through this crisis in our life, a silver-lining emerged that explains why I do what I do today. Meditation in all its forms has been a cornerstone for me personally in finding true w...
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Hello Beth
Please accept my regards
Smomeone once said you ner know when you create a memory, well you did today by sharing most gracefully a part of your life, thank you for that.
Your words really touch home with me and if I may I would like to say why; I'm 52 years old and when I was in my teens I was afflicted with kistic acne and I to had a photograph of me taking as the dermatologist had never seen a case as severe as mine in all of his career, my folks had to get out of high school because of my condition, I was covered with sores from my torso up.
In those days dermatolgy wasnt what it is today so the ''treatments'' where quite radical just to mention a few...when in hospital I had to take three baths a day as hot as I could tolerate to keep the pores of my skin open, after wards they would soak gazes in a stuff called if my memory is good called vlemix, and would proceed to put those gazes on me so, I understand quite well what your son went trough because I to look like a momy, I had azote put on my face to burn the scares by the cold of it, ultra violet lights, electrolize to.
When I got out of those special baths a male nurse would come to the room with those medical twizers and would proceed to take the germ out of my kiss it was a terrible time.
I stayed in the hospital for 3 months and after my release had five years of treament twice a week, I'll will always remember those trips by bus to the hospital and how people look at me and this small girl who started crying when she saw me...I really did look like a monster.
At a time when all my friends where making girlfriends I started to isolate myself and use drugs I could go on but dont wish to...but again Thank you for sharing that it really did touch home base with me, your son is blessed to have a mother such as you.
Suffolk
Dear Suffolk,
You never know what story is going to relate to someone, and today I am grateful to hear from you too!
Thank you for your reply. I really do feel that our stories provide others with inspirtaion, hope and comfort. That by sharing our struggles and triumphs we effortlessly help others who have suffered or are currently suffering.
Everyone has challenges, and I am confident that by you sharing your story today, it has touched someone's life. Thank you again for "paying it forward."
Best wishes to you,
Beth