What can I tell you?

On Friday 24th April the third Undiagnosed Children’s Day takes place. The aim is to raise awareness of undiagnosed genetic conditions and SWAN UK (syndromes without a name), the charity that offers support and information to families of children affected by these conditions.

What could I tell you about this awareness day and the children it supports? What could I write that would give you a sense of what it is like to have a child living in the unknown? Why is it important?

What could I tell you that would make a small impression on your heart? That would make you stand still for a second in your busy day and hear about our children? A day that is already overflowing with the demands of your own children, jobs, and your own hopes and fears.

What could I tell you about my boy – just one of the 6,000 disabled children that are born each year with a genetic condition that will remain undiagnosed?

I could tell you about the waiting. The horrific, terrifying waiting. Living in limbo as test results for diseases that are life limiting and life destroying chug through the system. That to become “undiagnosed” these diseases have to be ruled out first. That this can take years.

I could tell you that even when the tests come back negative that doesn’t mean that the prognosis is now favourable, that we have dodged a bullet – it just means that the doctors can not find what is wrong.

I could tell you that hundreds are starting to get a diagnosis each year as genetic testing becomes more sophisticated, but in most cases this is meaningless as the genetic break points and mutations are so rare that there is no collective to garner knowledge from.

I could tell you that these children are writing the medical books for the future. That because of them generations to come will not have to face a future so uncertain.


I could tell you about the fear. A fear that bubbles every time they are ill. A fear that surfaces every time you look too far ahead. A fear of your own mortality – as who will care for them the way that you do. Or worse, a fear of a time to come that does not include them.

I could tell you that most of these children are so medically complex that the doctors don’t know which way to turn. That because of this they miss stuff. That everyday common conditions that would transform their quality of life can go untreated for years.

I could tell you that a simple milk protein allergy was killing my child. He wouldn’t be here now if one doctor hadn’t decided to think outside the box.

I could tell you of the brutal things we have to do to our babies – the many, many blood tests, feeding tubes, how we have to decide whether to subject them to painful operations that we are not sure will work.

I could tell you that sometimes they are deemed unworthy of these medical procedures – that they are a waste as they are “the least of their problems.” Yet any good doctor would tell you that small things can make a big difference.

I could tell you about the everyday stuff for us. About how galling it still is to pin down my son every single night and inject him with a hormone so that he can grow.

I could tell you that he wakes in the night from a hunger he doesn’t understand.

I could tell you about the feeding issues. The soul destroying feeding issues. How each meal of baby mush can take over an hour. That to start we need to hold down his arms and force in the first few mouthfuls as each time he is afraid.



I could tell you that he will not eat anywhere apart from home and school (sometimes). That he currently will not take his milk – the nutritionally complete formula that keeps him alive – from anyone else but me. That if I am not there, he does not drink.

I could tell you that he eats just enough and is gaining weight, albeit slowly, so his doctor is reluctant to intervene at this stage. That this is just watchful waiting. That a feeding tube into the stomach is eventually inevitable.

I could tell you about how hard it is to get out and about. The long lingering looks from people that turn away quickly as soon as you look back. People who wonder about a four year old being nursed still with a bottle, who flaps his hands and makes funny noises, how he moves across dirty floors with his hands as this is his only mobility.

I could tell you that I feel sometimes that they judge.

I could tell you that I can’t even tell them what is wrong.

I could tell you that pity and “feeling so bad for us” for us is almost as bad as people not giving a crap.

I could tell you that with no diagnosis it is harder to access support. That most of our families have to battle to receive respite and basic services.

I could tell you that without a name for his condition we were turned down to start the process for house adaptions (a process that takes years). That we were told to call back when things get so bad that we can hardly lift him – to wait to start this process when our backs are literally breaking from lifting and carrying a heavy non-mobile child.

I could tell you that walking (if ever) is years away. And when it comes he will still tire easy and probably always require a wheelchair. That climbing stairs may be a bridge too far.

I could tell you that we often feel like we are getting it wrong – that we don’t do enough. That we did something to make this happen.

I could tell you that we struggle emotionally at times, take it out on the wrong people. That I use emotional overeating as a coping mechanism and that makes me feel worse about myself.

I could tell you that it is hard for his brother and sister to explain him to friends – what can they say except that he doesn’t work very well. That they have to miss out on things because of him, that they take this all in their stride.I could tell you that every time there is an issue with their friends, school or their behaviour that we panic that this is related to the world we live in that is different from their peers. That they are struggling and we are too busy to see it.

I could tell you that with no diagnosis we have no idea whether it will affect their children.

I could tell you that we don’t know what tomorrow will bring. That it may all get worse before it begins to get better.

I could tell you all of this.

So you can have a glimpse of life with an undiagnosed child.

But there is more.

I will tell you that I wouldn’t now change a hair on his head.

I will tell you that he makes us smile every day. That we are proud of him. Of all of us.

I will tell you that together we are a strong team.

I will tell you that he has given us so much more than he has ever taken away.

I will tell you all of this.

But most importantly I need to tell you this.
He is a little boy. The person he is supposed to be.

Just like you and just like me.



This is me telling you about one undiagnosed child.

There are many. We are a legion.

Each with their own medical battles.

Many are in pain, lots are plagued with seizures, a good number struggle with behavioural problems. With no diagnosis – they are viewed by the world as naughty.

Please share to spread awareness of Undiagnosed Children’s Day. Further information can be found on the SWAN UK website or Facebook page.

22 Comments on What can I tell you?

  1. Paul Arvidson
    April 14, 2015 at 8:47 am (7 years ago)

    So true. You write beautifully too.

  2. Emma Martin
    April 14, 2015 at 4:30 pm (7 years ago)

    Oh Ali. This is beautiful, and heartbreaking and once again makes me admire you all the more. What a beautiful family you have – you are such an inspiration, every one of you! Xx

  3. Kiran
    April 14, 2015 at 8:14 pm (7 years ago)

    Ali, this, like everything you write, fills me with awe of your strength, courage, bravery, will, dignity and love. Everyone above me has already said it – you write beautifully, and you are an inspiration. You and Gabe and your beautiful family – you are all an inspiration. Thank you for sharing a little of yourselves with us. Much love as always xxx (and apologies if I've commented twice, not sure the first one worked!)

  4. Suzanne W
    April 14, 2015 at 8:26 pm (7 years ago)

    You are amazing. All of you. He is adorable. Your writing is inspiring and beautiful. Thanks you for sharing x x

  5. amanda walburn-green
    April 15, 2015 at 5:44 pm (7 years ago)

    I am a parent of an undiagnosed child and it is hard, everyday is hard, the uncertain future, the worry, the childhood illness that wipe her out for weeks, the fight for support, the constant push for a diagnosis, the tests, Physio, exercises, speech therapy, play therapy, gilt that I'm not doing enough, gilt I'm pushing her too much, heartache when children reject playing with her because she is different, worry about how we will cope as she grows up but feeling sick with worry that we may not even see this happen.

    That said, what I'd most like to say is that she is the most perfect little girl in the world. She may have some problems with her eyes, kidneys, brain and development but she is the best daughter I could ever have wished for. She is kind, caring and funny, she melts hearts with her smiles and laughter and she has taught me what's important in life, she has helped me see what I never s

    aw before and appreciate what I took for granted. I've cried a lot since having Georgia but our house is also filled with far more laughter, happiness and love than ever before. She is my miracle baby that the doctors can't figure out, she is extra special. Amanda x
    Sent from my iPhone

  6. Louise
    April 16, 2015 at 5:08 pm (7 years ago)

    Such a beautifully written and heartbreaking post. I know how hard it is to be the parent of a child with complex medical issues and yet I can see how the fact that we have a diagnosis does make things easier in so many ways. It is hard enough to have to fight for what your child needs when you do have a diagnosis; I can't begin to imagine how much more complicated it must be when you don't. Your little boy is gorgeous and I hope that you are able to get the help and support you need and that one day you will have a diagnosis too. Thank you for sharing x

  7. Adventures of a Novice Mum
    April 16, 2015 at 6:37 pm (7 years ago)

    Wow … a heartbreaking read. Thanks Louise for sharing this on twitter, I'm so glad I came across it on my twitter feed and had time to click and read. I'd never really thought about this before and I definitely can't truly imagine what it must be like to be in your shoes.

    Thanks for sharing your story and spreading the word. What sacrifice these amazing children are making for future diagnosis information and cures. How so vital that we take very good care not to judge when we don't have a clue how it is like to be in someone else's shoes.

    Thanks so much for sharing. I really pray that you get all the support you need with your little boy.

  8. Mummy Tries
    April 20, 2015 at 2:14 pm (7 years ago)

    Wow. Just wow. You've conveyed years of heartache so beautifully. I am about to start the road to possible Aspergers diagnosis with my eldest and can certainly relate to some of what you've said. Thank you for sharing and raising awareness for Friday xx

  9. New Mama UK
    April 22, 2015 at 9:58 pm (7 years ago)

    Thank you for sharing this. My son is 2 and has hypotonia & hypermobility, he has weekly physio. He has mild speech delay and starts therapy soon. He has a tiny holes in his heart. And a squint in his eyes. Over the last year he had had countless blood tests, consultations & mri brain scans. So far thankfully everything is normal. He has gross global development delay. He has a Kaye walker. People look at you differently. Everyone says his just lazy! The doctors say we may never find a diagnosis. He is making slow progress. He is beautiful. But the worry and heartache is hard. Love to you all x

  10. Alison Bloomer
    April 23, 2015 at 9:23 am (7 years ago)

    Thanks for your lovely comment. It is hard and the lazy comment must have got you so mad. I just now think slow progress is progress. My best wishes to your family and your lovely boy xx

  11. Alison Bloomer
    April 23, 2015 at 9:25 am (7 years ago)

    Good luck on your journey – I hope it all works out x

  12. Alison Bloomer
    April 23, 2015 at 9:25 am (7 years ago)

    She is my little inspiration that little of yours x

  13. Alison Bloomer
    April 23, 2015 at 9:26 am (7 years ago)

    Thanks for your prayers and lovely comment – I am glad I made you think though – what a brilliant attitude you have :) x

  14. Alison Bloomer
    April 23, 2015 at 9:27 am (7 years ago)

    I think the diagnosis just helps when dealing with services etc but I think we all need to fight don't we to get everything we need for them. Thanks for the lovely comment and sharing Louise x

  15. Alison Bloomer
    April 23, 2015 at 9:29 am (7 years ago)

    Amanda she sounds wonderful. Georgia is a very lucky girl and its true they do teach you so much about life that it is easy to take for granted. Best wishes to you all xx

  16. Alison Bloomer
    April 23, 2015 at 9:30 am (7 years ago)

    Thanks for this wonderful comment Kiran – not sure I am an inspiration ha. Just a mummy doing her best just like you lovely xx

  17. Alison Bloomer
    April 23, 2015 at 9:31 am (7 years ago)

    Thanks so much Emma – you've always been a great blog mate xx


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