It goes something like this: "I feel so helpless. Johnny now has to have surgery and he was just starting to make some progress in therapy and at school."
You clearly have concerns, legitimate concerns, over medical or developmental or educational challenges for your child.
But then it continues, "I mean, I know it's nothing as bad as what you're going through and what your son has had to face..." (She's talking about my son with the rare, terminal, degenerative disease called Hunter Syndrome.)
I generally stop her right there.
Diseases and disabilities, illnesses, special needs, challenges, they are not a contest.
There is no worse or better. There is only love. And parenting. And heartache. And joy.