What a wonderful world!

Pain pain, go away!

I was trapped in the lift for about 40 minutes some days ago. When the door was finally opened, I had to jump down and got hurt- and as a result - footache again. Sometimes I really feel like chopping that leg down with an axe. I did not CHOOSE to be a premature baby, I did not WISH to walk with a stick, I did not ASK for the blood circulation problems. Sometimes the pain can be so severe that I just can't figure out what to do. I was fine for the first 12 years, then from 13 onwards, this constant pain, swelled foot, sleepless nights, painkillers, sleeping pills...

But then maybe my life really has a purpose. I know I was born with a short left foot with twisted blood vessels(all these happened because of the life saving injection I recieved at birth.) My father and mother, agreed to let me live, though for my relatives I'm nothing but a living corpse. I'm glad to get such supportive parents and siblings, and now a sweet sis in law. And on top of that, I've got two little bundles of joy(my nephew and niece) to live for.

I'm always reminded that all the babies born on the 4th of April 1984, in Holly Family Hospital, had birth problems. One by one all of them passed away within hours, except for me. Doctors used to call me a miracle baby.

And most importantly, I don't need medicines anymore. Whenever waves of pain sweep through my body, I begin either singing or painting. My physiotherapists encouraged me to do this. They've read about music therapy as part of their course, and I've applied that on myself.

Life's not a bed of roses but I've learnt to make it so. Life is a challenge, and I'm gonna face it. Hope Allah Allmighty will give me the strength!