Hi Family,
Sorry for the long absence. I was too anxious, waiting and praying for my results (re: tough Bar Exams) that I could barely write.(btw I PASSED!!!! yaayyy!!!) This post was written sometime in July-August, (it is a testament to my nerves that I did not date it), and dedicated to the people in my life who bother to read about and do research on Paps’ condition, and in their own small ways, try to make our lives easier. In particular I want to dedicate it to Ms. Joan Selorm Tsorhe, who having inadvertently hurt me with an article she tagged me in, decided that she would learn about Papi’s condition by actually coming home to visit with us, and see for herself what life with him on a daily basis was like. She has begun to really and truly #walkwithus, and it is in thinking about how she has challenged herself to put her money where her mouth is, that this post was born. So Joan, cheers to you! And to my Dad, who has not had a full night’s rest since Papi got sick, sitting up sometimes till 4am reading up on CP and potential therapies, discussing them with me to see which ones are most viable, and serving as chief financier of any project I undertake for him…I have no words. You, my Papa, are a STAR.
I hope you learn something from today’s post, and really push to make life better for children and young persons with disability.
And as always,
#IWalkWithYou
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So this week has barely begun, but it has not begun well.
It always happens like this when I have to explain to well-meaning people the fine details of our lives with cerebral palsy.
It also brought me a topic I have wanted to write about for a long time: giving comfort to persons dealing with a diagnosis like brain damage, in particular cerebral palsy.
A lot of people hear our early stories, they cry with us, they sympathise, they promise to pray with us, but nobody ever does research on the condition, to try to understand how it occurs, in whom, what kind of therapies exist generally, and which ones are available in Ghana. My guess is that this is actually too much for them; it is more commitment than they are willing to make.
It is easier to say how sorry one is that X has to go through this, than to ask one how can be of help, proper help to X; it is easy to promise prayer than to go visit the person, see in real time, what it takes, what it costs to take care of, and to love a child with severe CP. Easy always to send messages of hope and remain aloof and untouched until the next heartrending post, when the messages of hope, prayer and sympathy will pour in again, from friends and family standing safely at a happy distance from trouble.
But CP is not malaria. It isn’t some minor infection like the kind that one expects from time to time in childhood. It isn’t a headache which will go away if “you drink lots of water and put a cold towel on your forehead while resting” (my mum’s go-to home remedy for headaches). It is a lifelong challenge, and depending on the severity, you can have a Stephen Hawkins or a child who may have severe learning difficulties, be visually impaired, unable to swallow on his own and needing a tube for feeding etc etc. There are so many different manifestations of CP under the three main types of CP there are. But how many people, after reading and crying bother to read up about it? How many people look for parents of children with CP (if they know any), to ask intelligent questions (with sensitivity) in an effort to learn more, in an effort to understand how they can help?
There is nothing in Ghana for children with disability, nothing! In more developed countries, such children have Occupational Therapists, Physiotherapists with proper equipment (not the “appro-tech” type there are in our hospitals); in fact there are several different types of therapy- aqua therapy, equine therapy, Play therapy even! They may not be affordable, or easily accessible to everyone in those countries, but at least they exist. Here, apart from Physio and some small number of speech therapists, it is extremely difficult to find any other, and if they are there, well, the cost is enough to send even a person of my physical stature falling flat to the ground!
There is little to no equipment for physio. In Korle Bu, they use adaptive “appro-tech” equipment, and for children with disability, precision and comfort is everything. But when one is using papier-mâché standing frames, corner seats etc, that is very difficult to achieve; you should hear the children screaming in the Paediatric Physio area. The physiotherapists do their best, but one is only as good as the tools available, and what is available is not good.
For continuity, parents and carers must have some of this equipment at home, but not everyone can afford even the sub-standard equipment, especially if they have other children.
But where is the love, when it comes to concrete help? when it comes to backing sympathetic words with action?
And this lack of interest manifests itself in other ways. People always tell me not to worry, after all, have I not heard of Ms. Farida Bedwei? As soon as you say something like this, I lose interest. You immediately show that you do not wish to understand our life, you do not intend to go beyond superficial sorrow because in ten minutes of listening to me, you have found a solution! Hey presto, the sorrow is gone! Have you checked what type of CP Ms. Bedwei has? Do you know which type Paapa has? With a little bit of research, you would know that sometimes it depends on which part of the brain was damaged. What you do not know, dear well-meaning friend, is that sometimes by your lack of research and your careless Eureka! moment, you may inadvertently have inflicted more pain. When people say that to me, all I feel is pain; pain- because Paapa is non-verbal, has no vision, no mobility. In fact, seeing him raise his hand is one of the biggest miracles we have had, because not so long ago, even that was a prayer topic.
Maybe that will change and things will improve, maybe it will not, but you do not know the pain of coming home to a silent house, to discover your son wide awake sitting there with vacant, wandering eyes. You do not know the longing in my heart to hear “Mama” or “Papa” or “hello” or anything even remotely resembling some language, something I can understand; you do not know…you cannot! You don’t know the pain of asking a question and responding to it myself on his behalf, or having his other carer adopting a tiny voice and answering “yes Mummy, I had a good day” so don’t you wave some name you pull out of the slim book of success stories after 10 minutes of listening to parents of a child with CP, in an effort to comfort them, you may be doing the exact opposite!
You may be reminding them how far off their own success may be; you may be driving home, even more cruelly, how bad their situation is, that if they “had to have a child with CP,” they had to go pick one with the most extreme case. Last week, a therapist referred to Paps as a “textbook case”, the kind you read of but you don’t really expect to see too many of. It hurt, I knew it was not altogether true, because I’d found parents with kids facing even bigger challenges than Paps, but it still hurt.
Other people send me articles of children, especially of severely visually-impaired children who through some surgery or some new technology have had their vision restored or improved dramatically, as part of the hope-giving support. But not even one of them has asked exactly why Paps does not see. So I’ll tell you. No, it is not because his eyes are bad, there is nothing wrong with his eyes, the paediatric ophthalmologist pronounced them to be perfect! It’s his brain that is not sending messages to the eyes, the connection from the brain to the eye is what is damaged. So far, nobody has given us any hope that that can be fixed, but I have my own hopes, my own prayers, that technology will develop and medical science will find answers that as yet, remain elusive. So friends, your articles caused me pain, your “positivity” only wrought negativity.
But I do not blame you, you did not know any better.
But you can do better. Deliberate ignorance is dishonesty. It says that you know you will not like what you will find, but in order to maintain that happy distance, you will deliberately keep from learning more, from aching, truly aching to help in ways that matter. You prefer the comfort of your insulation to facing the cold hard truths, the frustrations that we, as parents of children with special needs, must face.
If you read a blog post about disability, and beyond the generic words of comfort and quick offers of prayer, you wish to help, please, first do your research. You’ll be amazed by the stories you will find- Heartbreaking stories, but in all bar none, you will find amazing courage, unrelenting spirit and such deep love for the children as to make you weep from the sheer intensity of feelings. Your heart will break, but it will be put together again, and it will be deeper, and so elastic as to feel love that one has never felt before. But you must be willing to put yourself through the pain first.
If you would be a comfort to me, my friend, walk the path with me.