Here is the base of our story and the root of challenge we are standing for, also the root of great suffering we try to brake true.For the last 7 months i am trying to re emigrate to my own country, the netherlands. Born in the city of Amsterdam. But the covernment is not allowing us to move back. Trapped and completly stuck in a strange and complex web of the system, or a hole in the maze in wich i do not see the way to make it move any more, in any direction.The latest advice given was: move to the streets and then the case could be treated as a homeless woman, with out my child, because children are not allowd living on the street! Meaning, they place her in a family and let me suffer on the street with food money and a weakened body condition, ohh my!The winter will not await to long to come and i would be sleeping in parks etc! This is an unbelievable advice but it is told so!We are now sleeping in places offerd to us, a matras in a room of wo
Last year, my Anthony was diagnosed with Hypoxic Brain Injury due to nearly drowning after a seizure episode while bathing. Doctors are still unsure how per say to treat this. However during our 11 month journey, we have meet some wonderful parents, children and survivors who have provided us with information and proven studies of what works. Hypoxic-anoxic injury, also known as HAI, occurs when that oxygen flow is disrupted, essentially starving the brain and preventing it from performing vital biochemical processes.Hypoxic refers to a partial lack of oxygen; anoxic means a total lack.The diminished oxygen supply can cause serious impairments in cognitive skills, as well as in physical, psychological and other functions.
This is a story about a boy. A boy named Logan whose mountain has been damn near impossible to climb. Logan was born premature at 29 weeks. He was an eager little cub, but healthy and strong. At just a week old, Logan was already lifting his head and kicking his little legs, and the nurses couldnt believe how strong he was for a preemie! Unfortunately, that only lasted until his tenth day. At ten days old, Logan needed increased respiratory support and became lethargic. Hes just tired, its a preemie thing, we were told by doctors. Were going to do a lumbar puncture just to rule out meningitis, just in case. As new parents, my wife and I heard the word meningitis and of course, we agreed to them doing what they had to do to make sure our boy was okay. It didnt turn out the way we had hoped.
Recently my dad was diagnosed with an extremely rare form of prostate cancer, small cell prostate cancer mixed with adenocarcinoma. Since the cancer has spread to the outside of the prostate gland, it is not able to be operated on. Chemotherapy will be used to try and slow the spread of the cancer. Because this form of prostate cancer is so rare, there are not statistics available about life expectancy. However it is known to be an extremely agressive type of cancer and is not curable.My dad is 60 years old. He, and my family are still in shock over this news. One day we expected to have a long and happy life together, and the next, everything has completely changed. My dad has been forced to reevaluate his life and told me he has "a huge bucket list", so many things he wants to do. Anyone who knows my dad, knows that he is an absolutely amazing character who