I thought these things existed in stories only. Amrit sent me this link:
Four months into her pregnancy, Lorraine Allard was devastated to learn she was in the advanced stages of cancer.
Doctors advised her to have an abortion and start chemotherapy straight away.
Instead, with steadfast courage, she insisted on waiting long enough to give her unborn son a chance to survive, telling her husband Martyn: “If I am going to die, my baby is going to live.”
A caesarean delivery was scheduled at 26 weeks, but Mrs Allard went into premature labour a week before and Liam was born on November 18.
She then started chemotherapy, but died on January 18 – having left her bed a handful of times to cuddle her son beside his incubator.
“Lorraine was positive all the way through – she had strength for both of us,” Mr Allard said yesterday.
“Towards the end we knew things weren’t going well, but she was overjoyed that she had given life to Liam.”
What the husband says about her final moments:
“On the day Lorraine died, she hadn’t eaten for two weeks and couldn’t drink.
“I laid beside her and she was gripping my hand quite tight.
“We were like that for about half an hour. I could feel against my chest that her heart was slowing down. She just slipped away after that. It was very peaceful.
Did the mother want to be known as a sacrificing martyr ?
“When Liam is old enough, I won’t tell him that Lorraine gave her life for him, but I will say she made sure he had a good chance of life.
“She told me she didn’t want him to feel bad about it.”
Its as simple as that!
I am too dwarf as a person to comment on this. It is so cruel world out there, and I keep cribbing about smaller things in my life.
A mother is mother irrespective of caste color or creed.
This story made me remember another story of a remote Indian village mother fighting bare handed against a leopard to protect her baby.
Ma Tujhe Salam !
Manish, I too was emotionally overwhelmed that’s why I have not added anything of mine in this post. I just copied and pasted.
Praney, Really mothers are made up of entirely different stuff.
Im speechless, i dont know what to write in here.
The incident is hugely moving.
I wish we won’t glorify this. She just made a choice. How much chance of survival did she have? They could have both died in this attempt… If it was my daughter I would have preferred that SHE lives.