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Needless to say the care Zhubin required from his mother had to be constant and intense. With the support of her husband, Zhubin's father and extended family there was the continual search for those elusive specialists who could offer some kind of relief for her son or at least some answers to this puzzling disorder. Being with him during those periods of sleeplessness, encouraging him, caring for him, Simin was not only mother to her son, but they also became best friends. Her life had to revolve around Zhubin's. As Zhubin's condition deteriorated, it fell to her to bear each and every mood swing, each and every excruciating headache. It was she who grew adept at accurately reading at a single glance the non-verbal clues that gauged the degree of her son's pain.
Yet despite these many challenges Zhubin, with the encouragement of his family, struggled to stay connected. He worked out at the local gym, tried to continue his oft-interrupted studies, even had a part-time job for a time. Throughout his difficult struggle, perhaps in part because of it, Zhubin shared with his mother - in conversation, in writing and by charitable deeds - a life philosophy that focused on faith and the importance of helping others.
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