Reader Response to Dorothy Butler's Cushla and Her Books.
Reader Response to Dorothy Butler's Cushla and Her Books The story of Cushla and her family is one of pain, struggle, and worry. It is also a story of strength, determination and love. I truly enjoyed reading about the difficult yet inspiring journey the family took and what they did in order to deal with the painful reality of what their little girl was going through. The story provides a message of hope to others who are dealing with similar issues and provides a wonderful example of just how strong children are. A childhood is not meant to be filled with hospital appointments and prescription drugs, however Cushla and her family accepted the life they were given and made the best of it, a challenge not anyone can commit to. Within the first few pages of the book Cushla and her family intrigued me. Cushla's mother was the exact same age as I am right now when she had her daughter. For me, the thought of having a child at this point in my life is terrifying and incomprehensible. So to try and understand how this young women and her husband had the strength, and courage to believe that they could cope with the hardships of raising a sick child is absolutely I incredible to me. No matter how many times they were told that their child was not "normal" they both did everything in their power to create a regular lifestyle for their baby girl. The family's story is an excellent
Ghost Story.
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