02/10/2026
This week was THE worst milestone... 30th Sept 2020; it's been 6 years since Addy was diagnosed. The depth of pain you feel when in those moments of shock when you hear the words "terminal disease" will haunt me forever.
The memories of professionals nodding in silent sadness when you ask the question "will my daughter die early", still bring me to tears even today.
The cocktail of emotions as disbelief and anguish collide, tearing apart of your soul as you walk back into the house and see your newly terminally diagnosed child playing like nothing is wrong; and you break down on your sister-in-laws shoulder as you struggle to breathe through tear soaked words the phrase "I'm going to have to bury my own daughter."
There has been NO greater pain than that I felt that day. Sadly, the only date that came remotely close was a few years later when we made the decision to inform Samuel that his only sibling would pass away before adulthood.
They say time is a healer, and I know what it is supposed to imply, but it does take a LONG time. For the few years post diagnosis, everything in time was framed "Before Diagnosis" (BD) and "After Diagnosis" (AD) - nothing else. It sounds weird but you didn't live in the present, you planned for the future - knowing it may never happen.
As 2yrs AD turned to 3, turned to 4, 5 and now 6, it is only now we look back and think of Addy in the "Now". Reminiscing of a BD child is almost like remembering a different child, a forgotten time, when we used to have a child who was capable of conquering a playground, scaling a climbing frame, or feeding themselves. We have moments when we still grieve that child, but we celebrate the child we have today. Life has (and continues to) have some utterly horrific moments, but we somehow try to find the contentment in her love of life now. It's not the same, but it's simpler and lovely in its own way.
In a month when we have grieved the loss of another 2 beautiful girls passing away with Batten Disease, we are under no illusion of the journey that is before us in time; when the grief of diagnosis day will be surpassed by another, but day is not today, and so we shall chose to live in this moment of life.