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Every now and then the Neuropool team finds \"good news\" that deserves to be published. <\/p>\n
Every now and then the Neuropool team finds \"good news\" that deserves to be published. <\/p>\n
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Here is a story about a mother's determination to save her child's life, told by the daughter who was saved.<\/p>\n
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Kudos to Franziska, who never gave up. <\/p>\n
<<Shown are the rescued daughter and her dog (also grateful for this).<\/p>\n
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\"I had a lovely childhood. There were hardly any houses where I grew up and we had the whole heath at our disposal as a playground. And there were still real winters with snow, so there was a lot of tobogganing. <\/p>\n
At some point, the \"serious side of life\" began, i.e. you started school. At that time, it was first primary school and later secondary school or grammar school. When I reached the quarta at grammar school, I wasn't exactly what you'd call a school fan that year and my grades were accordingly. My promotion was in jeopardy. But \"staying in school\"? Shocking - what would the neighbours think and???? So my parents decided that I would have to leave school and start an apprenticeship in the office. For me, the office was the equivalent of prison. All day in one room - terrible. But it didn't help - I started the apprenticeship. This change was terrible for me mentally: during the day I had to function like an adult, at home I was a \"brat\". And I was only 14 years old! Well - I gritted my teeth, passed my exam and received my commercial assistant certificate and then enrolled in a seminar to train as a secretary. Here, too, I received a specialised certificate. At the time, my father worked in a furniture removal company as an accountant, but was also responsible for the staff. One day he offered me the chance to come and work for him, which I did. He was really great as a trainer, even with the other newcomers.<\/p>\n
Then came my fateful year of 1967, when I had been suffering from severe headaches and back pain for months. But as is the case when you're young, you simply don't have back pain, it's all in your head! One of my father's pieces of advice was that if my back really did hurt, I should sit down from time to time and not make such a fuss. After all, I had to make a \"good impression\". But one day I couldn't do it any more - I collapsed. I got cramps in my hands, I was running out of air and I really thought my last hour had come because I had no idea what was wrong with me. There was a general practitioner near the company and I was taken to him. He gave me a calcium injection and then I felt better again. I learnt that I had suffered a tetany attack and was told to come back to his surgery, but at the same time to bring my \"body water\" with me. The doctor said he suspected what was wrong with me but wanted to make sure. I followed his advice and a short time later I had the result: my kidneys were not working properly. So I went on sick leave and they tried to treat it with tablets first.<\/p>\n
Then came another difficulty: my father. He raved at home that I had only been at the company for a short time and wanted to take sick leave \"all the time\". The row escalated and in the end I was \"persuaded\" to work despite being on sick leave. Of course, that didn't last long; after 3 weeks I collapsed again, but this time worse than the first time. A big compliment from my boss at the time. She told my father quite rudely that he should let me get better in peace first. I didn't need to make a good impression, she knew I could work. Then I was admitted to hospital.<\/p>\n
I was stuffed full of antibiotics and other stuff. Of course, I wasn't told what it was for or against. I was told to just trust the doctors. Today I think I was a so-called guinea pig. As a lifelong memento of this time, I have retained a solid allergy to medication that I had previously had. not<\/u> had. After weeks, my condition was unchanged - sometimes fever, sometimes no fever, sometimes pain, sometimes no pain, etc.
There was a doctor among the doctors: we didn't like each other straight away. I don't know why, it was just the way it was. This doctor also repeatedly took it upon himself to give me all the bad news in a very callous manner. After 2 months, I also had a very bad sore throat that didn't let up. I was faced with a conundrum. And then one day this doctor came to my bedside and told me, without any emotion whatsoever, that in a meeting about me they had established that I could not be cured. He told me to accept the fact that although I was 19 years old, I wouldn't live to be 20. It was just fate, nothing could be done about it. How I hated this person for his behaviour!<\/p>\n
At first, I cried all night. Of course, my parents saw my puffy eyes during visiting hours and then found out why. And that's when my mum grew to greatness. She said: \"Let's see. Come home, we'll try everything we can and if that doesn't help, you can always die. But giving up is not an option!\"<\/p>\n
As the sore throat didn't subside, an ENT doctor was finally called in, who realised that my tonsils were completely ulcerated and ordered an immediate operation. 2 days later I was feeling really well - no fever, no major pain. But of course the demigods in white didn't want to believe that. But it was true, I was very thin during those three months, but I felt much better. The cause of my whole illness was those damned tonsils. The family doctor explained it to me like this: the blood was poisoned by the suppuration and this blood then attacked the kidneys. I had to follow a strict diet for 2 years, during which time my mum ate a lot of raw food and fresh juices, so I was actually doing quite well. She did a lot of work and the whole family followed my diet. <\/p>\n
Then I was informed that I was coming to Bad Wildungen for a cure. My mum went with me for the first week. My roommate and I sipped our healing water, which we then imagined was sparkling wine, so it didn't taste so bland. There was a young clarinettist in the spa orchestra who I quite liked, but as I assumed that he was married like the others in the orchestra, I wasn't interested in him. He was the only one who wasn't married, engaged or with a girlfriend. So he was really free - just like me! Well, at some point we got talking and arranged to meet up for an evening. It turned out to be a wonderful evening!!!!!!!!!!!!! Peter Alexander has been our \"friend\" ever since. We danced to one of his songs and then we were hooked.<\/p>\n
After finishing my cure, I went home. We wrote a lot of letters, visited each other from time to time and after 1 1\/2 years we got engaged and after another 1 1\/2 years we got married.
When I was introduced to my future parents-in-law in the Rh\u00f6n, there was only one obstacle: I didn't understand the Rh\u00f6n dialect at the time. But as you know, everything can be learnt. As I had a super-loving mother-in-law, I decided that if I ever found myself in the position of mother-in-law, I would also try to be a good mother-in-law. I hope that I have succeeded, because both my sons-in-law are totally fine. One of our daughters lives in Spain with her husband, their young son and all their animals. However, the husband is not from Spain, but from New Zealand. The other daughter lives with her partner and young daughter near D\u00fcsseldorf. <\/p>\n
And so everything turned out to be a happy ending after all.\" - Gisela <\/p>\n
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Ab und zu findet das Neuropool-Team „Gute Nachrichten“, die es verdienen, ver\u00f6ffentlicht zu werden. Hier ist eine Geschichte \u00fcber die Entschlossenheit einer Mutter, das Leben ihres Kindes zu retten, erz\u00e4hlt von der Tochter, die gerettet wurde. Hochachtung an Franziska, die niemals aufegegeben hat. <<Gezeigt sind die gerettete Tochter und ihr Hund (auch dankbar […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":207,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_thumbnail_id":["207"],"_fgj2wp_old_id":["84"],"rank_math_focus_keyword":["wie die liebe einer mutter ein leben rettete, das die \u00c4rzte nicht retten konnten.","wie die liebe einer mutter ein leben rettete, das die \u00c4rzte nicht retten konnten."],"rank_math_analytic_object_id":["3397"],"rank_math_internal_links_processed":["1"],"_trp_automatically_translated_slug_en_GB":["how-a-mothers-love-saved-a-life-that-doctors-couldnt-save"]},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-208","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-wahre-geschichten","entry","has-media"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neuropool.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/208","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neuropool.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neuropool.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neuropool.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neuropool.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=208"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.neuropool.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/208\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neuropool.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/207"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neuropool.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=208"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neuropool.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=208"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neuropool.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}