Really?
My daughter was born with brittle bones, several broke during birth, some had broken and reset during pregnancy.
She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, she was in pain every single minute she lived, because she was so small she couldn't have much in the way of pain medication either.
She was on a ventilator, she would have been forever laid there in a hospital bed, in agony, getting respiratory infections, and suffering.
If real, your god can fuck off, why would a supposedly loving entity create such a life filled with agonising pain?
If I had pushed harder and preserved her life for my own selfish reasons what would it have meant for her? She was worth so much more than being laid up in pain looking at life through a hospital window.
We are required to make the best choices we can, however difficult those choices are for us.