|About the Book|
THE PROGNOSIS HOPEFUL OR HOPELESS That day would turn out to be one of the worst days of my life. I was at my lowest point when I heard the words, LAW OF THIRDS. That was my sons prognosis. The psychiatrist explained what that meant but I couldMoreTHE PROGNOSIS HOPEFUL OR HOPELESS That day would turn out to be one of the worst days of my life. I was at my lowest point when I heard the words, LAW OF THIRDS. That was my sons prognosis. The psychiatrist explained what that meant but I could not fully comprehend all that he was explaining to me. I began to cry uncontrollably while my mind drifted back to the time when my son was a happy, healthy young boy. The doctor continued explaining that, one third of patients will recover and lead normal lives, one-third will stabilize but will not return to normal, and one third will not recover, they will remain ill. Was this prognosis hopeful or hopeless? I knew the magnitude of this illness would be far beyond my comprehension. More than ever, I now needed to rely heavily on my faith and my God to sustain my children and me. I was sure that I could rely on my unfailing love for my children and my faith as they have always strengthened me. Finally, I could no longer bear it. I asked the doctor, WHICH THIRD APPLIED TO MY SON? Before the doctor could reply, I continued with my silent prayers. DEAR GOD, PLEASE, LET HIM BE IN THE THIRD THAT RECOVERS. Of course, I knew now that at that moment there were no answers to that question. Only time would tell. Not everyone will feel the same emotions that I felt after such a grim diagnosis. In my grief, I questioned myself. How will I handle this? Will I have the strength? How will I help my son? How will I deal with these immense challenges and not become overwhelmed? There were more unanswered questions than answers. It was clear that I would now live a life filled with many uncertainties. Although this was a challenging time in my life, it gave me the opportunity to learn about the causes, effects and treatments of mental illness. When I first learned that my son had a disabling illness that has no hope of a cure, (anytime soon), a torturous death could not have brought more pain. This was the most abysmal period in my life. As the illness progressed, it was about to take my sons life on an unexpected, cruel and heart wrenching journey. Great challenges lay ahead on this journey. This journey would devastate his life for decades. The choice was clear. I would stay home and care for my son. Sadly, despite my best efforts and with the best medical care available, it was heartbreaking that my sons mental health continued to decline. Shockingly, six years later, mental illness struck my youngest daughter. How I coped with what seemed an almost impossible situation? Time would tell.