What happens to people who have lost children when they see someone else s child?

They think of their children, they think of everything

will think of their own children.

2009 was an incredible year for me, I joined the company of my dreams and became the father of a lovely son – Kumar Dutta. My son is from a rural village in the Indian state of Andhra Pradesh, and it was a joy to listen to him learn English and Hindi when he first started kindergarten.

When he was two years old, we noticed that he was losing weight. We also found that he had swollen lymph nodes behind his ears. When doctors declared it "acute lymphoblastic leukemia," the world collapsed.

The pain, the chemotherapy that a two-year-old child endures, is all in the hope that he will get better as soon as possible. The great strength, ability, patience, and love that my wife has shown—witnessing hundreds of painful intubations, sedating and supporting bone marrow cravings, all these painful things that I have deliberately avoided—what a coward I am.

After two years of initial **, his condition improved and the first thing we did was to get him back to school. He was the teacher's favorite person and we decided to keep it a secret from his friends so he wouldn't be discriminated against.

When we had to put him back on more intense **, which also included surgery, we were back to reality. We sold our house, my wife sold all her decorations, and we were completely dependent on my salary and special assistance from the company.

He's getting better again, and this time we sent him to Delhi Public School – with great hope that he won't miss anything in life because of his illness. But there was nothing we could do after that – the cancer cells had spread to the bone marrow, and in January 2016, he left us.

Life wasn't easy for us, but I can say that we never gave up until we had to.

When I saw this shift, I knew what cancer and** could do both physically and mentally. I sometimes wonder if this ** is worth it in the long run. There's nothing more painful than watching someone come to the end of their life because of cancer.

Trying to look good, but after chemotherapy and radiotherapy....You know that this person's body has changed, and they are shocked. I know that many of you don't care about this message because, of course, cancer doesn't affect you. You don't know what it's like to fight cancer, or what it's like to have a loved one who fights cancer.

After the death of our son, our lives came to a halt for several months. It's amazing how we didn't cry for days, and then we cried every day for months or even years! Finally, after a long three years, we decided to have another child and were blessed with twin boys, one of whom was named after my eldest son.

Life goes on....

This kind of trauma is very difficult, and you can take her to a psychiatrist. Or two people want another child to fill the pain in their hearts. It is possible to be cured.

You can take a trip and think about the meaning of life. Go to a psychiatrist to help you get through your grief. Possibly, it would be much better if you cooperated with a psychiatrist**.

I suggest you divert your attention, the world is very beautiful, there are many places worth discovering, choose a place that is especially suitable for tourism to recuperate your body and mind.