After Six Years Of Watching My Mother Suffer Something Finally Changed And Ended A Long Period Of Fear And Uncertainty

 

It’s hard to put into words what it’s like watching someone you love slowly fade before your eyes.

For six long years, my mother lay in a hospital bed at Aga Khan — alive, but not living. Her body weak, her eyes distant, and no clear medical answer explaining why.

It all started with fatigue. Then came the pain, the sudden weight loss, and the loss of strength in her legs. 

We rushed her from clinic to clinic, and eventually, she was admitted to hospital. She underwent all sorts of scans and tests. Sometimes she’d show improvement, but it never lasted.

Doctors did their best — we will forever be grateful to them — but even they couldn’t tell us exactly what was wrong. 

The official term was “undiagnosed neurological weakness.” But deep down, in our hearts, we knew something wasn’t right.

Over time, whispers began among extended family — that maybe this wasn’t just physical. That maybe something spiritual had been done to her. At first, I brushed it off. I was raised to believe only in science. But science wasn’t helping her get out of that bed.READ FULL STORY.