Guest guest Posted June 3, 2005 Report Share Posted June 3, 2005 , I am the same age now that my mother was when she sat next to me in the orthopedist's office and we both heard that I had CMT. My mother believed the doctor could cure me, I believed I had done something absolutely terrible and that I had CMT as a punishment from god. Two people, two lives. Neither was bad or wrong. My mother kept on searching for " the cure " , I kept on running from that punishing god. I believe, now, after all those years of running (and no cure) that it all was just part of my life's story that unfolded like a butterfly does when just coming out of the cocoon. More is always revealed. My mother used to often remark on what a hard life I had. And I would reply, " no, my life isn't hard, Mom. A hard life is living in the Sudan without food or water or medical care and no hope " . My mother was often so surprised that such words would come out of me. Mothers and daughters - want to write a book with me? lol ~ Gretchen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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