For the heroes behind the heroes, Part 2

A mother's day message from a daughter, to all moms

mott blog - mother's day text imageThe role of a mother is simply irreplaceable to a child, and even more so when we find ourselves in the role of “patient.” At least that was the case for me during my illness.

Nearly 16 years ago, at the age of nine, I became ill with Lyme disease. It was a four to five year roller-coaster ride of doctors, tests, medications and constant “two steps forward and three back” scenarios.

My mom was with me through it all. She left her job to stay home and be my full-time caregiver during those years. For two years I was unable to walk, feed and care for myself in pretty much any way. My mom did whatever needed to help me survive. She got me up in the morning, made my meals, lifted me to and from my wheelchair, stretched out my muscles and much, much more.

She was the one who read verses to me to bring hope to my heart, prayed with me claiming healing, called friends to come over and bring joy to my heart, and pushed and encouraged me – even in tough love – to keep fighting and not give up.

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For the heroes behind the heroes, Part 1

A mother's day message from a mom, to all moms

Marianne and Mary Rose Takacs

Marianne and Mary Rose Takacs

Let me start off by saying, from one mom of a former patient to the moms of present day patients: I wish you a Mother’s Day that fills your heart with laughter and joy and all the good things it can hold, to carry you through your journey.

You hold a vital role in the life of your child, and of your family, and you are doing an excellent job!

You have an equally important responsibility, however, to “Take care of you.”

Before you dismiss the thought with an “I don’t have the time nor energy to take care of me,” response, let me share a little about how important you are and the necessity of taking time out, even for a bit, just for you.

Our family’s journey went on for five long years, with many ups and down, a whole lot of tears, exhaustion, fear at times, and definite frustrations along the way. It was only through accepting kind and generous offers to give me some relief and respite, that I found I was beyond depleted as I struggled to care for my child and family.

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