I turn to this solidarity fund site for a last hope of regaining an almost normal life with an illness which gives another meaning to normality.
My only wish would be to become independent again and be able to offer me something to help me walk again and change or "improve" my daily life.
My name is Yasser, and this is my story:
Back to September 2004:
Result of the 1st MRI: Treatment for MS indicated.
The kind of sentences which at the time of their reading do not mean much and which eight years later still arouse nothing reassuring but between the two moments, all life takes on another meaning.
That of the young man of 27 who had just read this sentence went through different stages.
First try to understand what SEP meant. My neurologist was having a hard time defining it clearly. And it's not out of incompetence, but because I've learned that there are as many kinds of MS as there are people who are sick. I decided from that point on to call him MY MS. I was learning to discover it, to live it and to accept it. The choice being very limited with chronic diseases, I discovered two tendencies: to ignore it and live with it like a simple but eternal cold sore or to complain tirelessly. My pride insisted and still insists on the first version. What if living with a crippling disease weren't much more serious than a migraine? I have come back several times to the conclusion of the radiology center since it was talking about treatment for MS.
So this disease can be treated, we just have to find out how. All the doctors I have known are less convinced and prefer to talk about finding ways to lessen the pain. I didn't see the difference, but I was quickly going to realize that MS is managed but not cured overnight.
Dealing with MS, as they say, is looking for your limits, learning them by heart and trying to fit into a normal life while respecting them. These same limits are not fixed as they evolve day by day.
A successful move today can easily become impossible the next day. We are entering what my neurologist calls mourning for such and such an action. It is in mourning these actions that I realize the beauty of those I always manage to do. Even if very simple, they are survivors with whom I spend a wonderful time.
We call it enjoying every second of life and thanking the Almighty for the remaining share capital.
Today ( as you can see above ):
I cannot move or do anything by myself .. No job of course .. No house .. Nothing .. on a wheelchair
I want just to keep believe for my kid & my wife who are here for me ..
***Update on my situation now :
"Allah remains in the aid of His servant as long as he remains helping his brother" (Muslim)
I just want to buy a house for my family and help them ( as i cannot do anything anymore ) through this !
I have great hope that in fulfilling the need of your brother, Allah will fulfil 70 of your needs!
Thank you to everyone who will read these words from the heart and THANK YOU to everyone who will want to help make the life of a stranger peaceful and accessible.
I would be grateful!
If you can't donate please share and most importantly remember me in your du'as.
I pray that Allah bless you, shower you in his blessings and increase you in your provision.