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After my father left, my mother gave up, stopped recognizing me and my brother, but on February 14, a mysterious stranger knocked on the door.
Having grasped the last hope, a man is capable of much. And miracle It helps them cope with even the most difficult situations. The more you believe, the easier it becomes. The daughter of the main character of today's story was able to make sure of this. Ksenia wanted to save her mother from a terrible illness. Whether the woman managed to do this, read further in the article.
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When my father died, my mother was very hard. She shut herself up and barely talked to anyone. My brother and I stayed at my mother’s house in turn: I lived a month, he lived a month. We just knew that it was impossible to leave her alone in such a state.
My mom married my dad when she was only 20. Her father was the second young man in her life, and it was with him that she lived together for more than 50 years. It was hard for her to accept that she had outlived her husband. As much as my brother and I tried to comfort her, nothing helped.
Six months later, I began to notice that my mother was acting strangely. She was lost in time, forgetting what she said just a few minutes ago. And then I stopped recognizing me and my brother. It got to the point where my mom just kicked us out of the house. And she kept saying, "My lover's coming right now, he's going to kick you!"
It scared me a lot, because I had never seen anything like this before. What else can a man whose mother doesn’t recognize him feel? My brother tried to comfort me, but it was immediately clear that my mother needed to be taken to a specialist.
At the hospital we were told that this diagnosis is not so simple. No one gives any guarantees. A friend advised, in addition to the main treatment, to enlist the support of people who are familiar with this problem. To do this, I made a post in a Facebook group: I shared a photo with my mother and told her story. The response was enormous!
People from all over the world have written to me and shared their experiences. And that really inspired me. I used different tricks in practice, noticing small results. Mom was really getting better. But then everything collapsed again. Doctors warned that it was possible. But I wasn't ready for that anyway.
A woman once wrote to me, “Sometimes only a belief in a miracle can save a man.” Believe so strongly that it will come true. And I believed, but sometimes I gave up. It was especially hard to listen to my mother’s abuse when she didn’t recognize us again. It seemed to me that a little more and she would begin to use force to kick me out of the apartment.
My mom always called my dad and wanted him back. But that was impossible. Every day I prayed to God for my mother’s salvation, remembering the words of that woman on the Internet. Despite my best efforts, I almost lost faith until one day a mysterious stranger knocked on the door.
On the threshold stood an elegantly dressed elderly man with a cane in his hands. He looked a little older than his mother, but he was very lively: Good day! You must be Xenia. I accidentally came across your post on the Internet, and I got the address from your brother. If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you. This is about your mother.”
My mother was asleep and the man looked very decent. So I decided to take it. He refused tea and immediately went to business: My name is Valentin Viktorovich, and many, many years ago I talked with your mother. Or rather, we were in a relationship. They were both young, but they knew what true love was.
The puzzle in my head began to add up, and I continued listening to the stranger with ecstasy: We wanted to get married at 18, but suddenly my mom got sick. So much so that she had to be taken abroad for treatment. No one knew when I would be able to come back. My relatives lived in the States, so my mother and I could visit them. The treatment took a year, and I realized that I did not want to keep Lyuda.
It turned out that the man never returned to his homeland, and my mother married my father after 2 years. He left for America on February 14, giving his mother a ring. And after all these years, he came back exactly the same day, Valentine's Day.
Recently, Alexey Viktorovich became a widower: his wife had similar problems with my mother. So he was in that group and he saw my post. He came to try to save his mother. Remind yourself.
I don't know if it will lead to anything. But the faith in miracles rekindled in my soul. When we finished the conversation, my mom just woke up and walked into the room. When she saw Valentina Viktorovich, she groaned and said, “God, Valik, is that you?” Ksyusha, I told you he was coming back!
Life Wisdom: What does this story teach us? This story teaches us not to give up even in the most difficult situations. No one is immune from health problems in adulthood. And if you happen to encounter such a thing, remember that you can make life easier for your relatives. The main thing is not to lose faith in the best. And a miracle is bound to happen!
We sincerely wish you and your family health!
171892
When my father died, my mother was very hard. She shut herself up and barely talked to anyone. My brother and I stayed at my mother’s house in turn: I lived a month, he lived a month. We just knew that it was impossible to leave her alone in such a state.
My mom married my dad when she was only 20. Her father was the second young man in her life, and it was with him that she lived together for more than 50 years. It was hard for her to accept that she had outlived her husband. As much as my brother and I tried to comfort her, nothing helped.
Six months later, I began to notice that my mother was acting strangely. She was lost in time, forgetting what she said just a few minutes ago. And then I stopped recognizing me and my brother. It got to the point where my mom just kicked us out of the house. And she kept saying, "My lover's coming right now, he's going to kick you!"
It scared me a lot, because I had never seen anything like this before. What else can a man whose mother doesn’t recognize him feel? My brother tried to comfort me, but it was immediately clear that my mother needed to be taken to a specialist.
At the hospital we were told that this diagnosis is not so simple. No one gives any guarantees. A friend advised, in addition to the main treatment, to enlist the support of people who are familiar with this problem. To do this, I made a post in a Facebook group: I shared a photo with my mother and told her story. The response was enormous!
People from all over the world have written to me and shared their experiences. And that really inspired me. I used different tricks in practice, noticing small results. Mom was really getting better. But then everything collapsed again. Doctors warned that it was possible. But I wasn't ready for that anyway.
A woman once wrote to me, “Sometimes only a belief in a miracle can save a man.” Believe so strongly that it will come true. And I believed, but sometimes I gave up. It was especially hard to listen to my mother’s abuse when she didn’t recognize us again. It seemed to me that a little more and she would begin to use force to kick me out of the apartment.
My mom always called my dad and wanted him back. But that was impossible. Every day I prayed to God for my mother’s salvation, remembering the words of that woman on the Internet. Despite my best efforts, I almost lost faith until one day a mysterious stranger knocked on the door.
On the threshold stood an elegantly dressed elderly man with a cane in his hands. He looked a little older than his mother, but he was very lively: Good day! You must be Xenia. I accidentally came across your post on the Internet, and I got the address from your brother. If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you. This is about your mother.”
My mother was asleep and the man looked very decent. So I decided to take it. He refused tea and immediately went to business: My name is Valentin Viktorovich, and many, many years ago I talked with your mother. Or rather, we were in a relationship. They were both young, but they knew what true love was.
The puzzle in my head began to add up, and I continued listening to the stranger with ecstasy: We wanted to get married at 18, but suddenly my mom got sick. So much so that she had to be taken abroad for treatment. No one knew when I would be able to come back. My relatives lived in the States, so my mother and I could visit them. The treatment took a year, and I realized that I did not want to keep Lyuda.
It turned out that the man never returned to his homeland, and my mother married my father after 2 years. He left for America on February 14, giving his mother a ring. And after all these years, he came back exactly the same day, Valentine's Day.
Recently, Alexey Viktorovich became a widower: his wife had similar problems with my mother. So he was in that group and he saw my post. He came to try to save his mother. Remind yourself.
I don't know if it will lead to anything. But the faith in miracles rekindled in my soul. When we finished the conversation, my mom just woke up and walked into the room. When she saw Valentina Viktorovich, she groaned and said, “God, Valik, is that you?” Ksyusha, I told you he was coming back!
Life Wisdom: What does this story teach us? This story teaches us not to give up even in the most difficult situations. No one is immune from health problems in adulthood. And if you happen to encounter such a thing, remember that you can make life easier for your relatives. The main thing is not to lose faith in the best. And a miracle is bound to happen!
We sincerely wish you and your family health!
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