When i was 10 years old my dad just get sick, convulsed 5 times on my house, front my face. Then he pass a month in coma and when he wake up don't remind a lot of things, the doctors say that he will not walk or talk.

When he left the hospital the convulsions never dissappear, even now he have an attack periodically and don't have a clear diagnostic, and i will never forget when say "the only thing that you can do is bring him quality of life".

But, that's not the story, what i want to tell you is that my mom pass 7 years fighting and tryng to bring my dad the best in all senses, and now he have a normal life, was totally hard days, but worth when i see him working as any other man.

Now I'm working to help people on the same hospital that received my dad 13 years ago, i can't do nothing to help him -more than all i do-. But for me this is a way to compense it.

God helps, but we are who decide make the miracles.
I hope the best for your doughter my dear friend.