Support can be seen in different lights. Sometimes support may come in the fashion of money. Sometimes support is services for particular area in which you are struggling. Support can also be the type that is in reassurance and love. In my life, my family is my support. My husband and children are my life and everyday they show me support through their love and kindness.
Recently my 3 year old daughter was diagnosed with Type I diabetes, along with this my husband's job relocated us several states away from all our family. It has been extremely hard juggling all the things you must learn with a child with this chronic illness along with Graduate classes, work, my other 3 children, my husband, a relocation move, homeschooling, etc. My daughter's nurse in our hometown state has kept in contact with us, supporting us with knowledge and encouragement during this difficult time. She has been a true support person and truly value her! Life is hard and sometimes we need help finding our way, those supports that we have in our lives, such as the Diabetic nurse and family help us provide the best care for our daughter and help keep our sanity through this crazy time.
I have also learned in the past few months what its like to have less support because of our move away from our family. Supporting my daughter through her ever changing disease is a lot harder when you don't have additional support people there to talk to, to be additional ears during an appointment, to help the other children not be neglected, etc.
Now, imagine having a physical disability such as paralysis. You need physical support to get around. You would need money support to pay for physical support to aid in getting around. You would need additional people support to mentally get through the changes that you will have to endure. You would possibly need additional support in getting additional education or employment.
As a child I felt that I did not need any support, that I could achieve the world without anyone. As I grew I realized that getting support did not mean that I was not independent. When my youngest was diagnosed, I truly felt helpless and needed support in so many more ways than I ever thought I would. I thank God everyday that I realized how to look for support, realize its importance, and accept it.
