She was a thin, frail-looking lady with a even more frail-looking son. The boy was struck with an incurable disease. She never gave up on her (only) son, but, ran from pillar to post, spending the last of her salvaged money on his treatment. Her doctors advised her otherwise, but she would not heed to them. She was always there by his side, cleaning up his detritus, shunting food down his feeding pipe, holding him tight while he slept. He was once a talented, alert and active 10 year old, like others his age. But the disease had gotten to him, depriving him of his senses and making a vegetable out of him. Still, she would not let her motherly resolve be diminished by the obvious incurability of the disease. The story doesnt have a dramatic ending one would wish it did, but the mother's love for her dying son was truely remarkable.
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