She looked better… face calmer.. stronger..
‘You look good ..!!’I smiled at her warmly
‘Yes. Doc..! I feel better too..! See.. My hair is growing back..!!” She turned her head to give me the full view of her scalp.
Sure.. It was growing back.
‘Has stared to curl already…!! ‘I giggled.
She had come to me last May. With a lump breast. Detected two days after her husband’s first death anniversary.
Her unmarried daughter was with her. She has one more daughter she told me .But she was married. Now living in US.
She was jittery, over talkative. Fear clouded her eyes. She repeatedly begged me to give the report fast. Even though I reassured her that I would give it the next days itself.
It was CA. She was referred to RCC .
She underwent mastectomy and chemotherapy.
I watched helplessly as her inner self-crumbled several times and tears flowed down her cheeks as therapy ravaged her body and spirit...
She spent days in bed retching her guts out. She became pathetically thin. completely bald. Her eyes often looked terror stricken.
But today she looked different. Her figure looked fuller.. Her eyes were calm. Her gaze steady, as she smiled at me.
‘Eight months.’ She sighed deeply.
‘You survived it..!!’
I grinned back.
.
‘Why don’t u make a trip to US..? Visit your daughter..?’
I wanted her to come back to life fully.
‘No doc I prefer to be alone now.’ That calm smile again..
‘
Pray. Cook a bit. Take frequent rests’
.
‘Hmmm.. true..’ I nodded.
‘How you managed..?
I was eager to know how she has brought about the transformation..
‘It was tough doc. But I held tightly to god. Would’nt let go of him.’
Her eyes were earnest..
‘And I tried to find comfort within myself.’ She continued..
‘You know it’s always better that way. Only if you are unable to console yourself should you go to others for support’
.
‘Oh..!’. I was impressed.
‘Yes doc. The fear of relapse is always there.. but I trust in god. In myself.’
She got up to go. Then grinned at me.
‘You look lovely today..! “
‘Oh thanks…!’
I smiled back delighted
The room felt quiet after she had gone. I closed my eyes. I had witnessed true human spirit.. Human endurance and strength.
Trust in god. Don’t let go of him. Find strength in yourself..
So true...
‘You look good ..!!’I smiled at her warmly
‘Yes. Doc..! I feel better too..! See.. My hair is growing back..!!” She turned her head to give me the full view of her scalp.
Sure.. It was growing back.
‘Has stared to curl already…!! ‘I giggled.
She had come to me last May. With a lump breast. Detected two days after her husband’s first death anniversary.
Her unmarried daughter was with her. She has one more daughter she told me .But she was married. Now living in US.
She was jittery, over talkative. Fear clouded her eyes. She repeatedly begged me to give the report fast. Even though I reassured her that I would give it the next days itself.
It was CA. She was referred to RCC .
She underwent mastectomy and chemotherapy.
I watched helplessly as her inner self-crumbled several times and tears flowed down her cheeks as therapy ravaged her body and spirit...
She spent days in bed retching her guts out. She became pathetically thin. completely bald. Her eyes often looked terror stricken.
But today she looked different. Her figure looked fuller.. Her eyes were calm. Her gaze steady, as she smiled at me.
‘Eight months.’ She sighed deeply.
‘You survived it..!!’
I grinned back.
.
‘Why don’t u make a trip to US..? Visit your daughter..?’
I wanted her to come back to life fully.
‘No doc I prefer to be alone now.’ That calm smile again..
‘
Pray. Cook a bit. Take frequent rests’
.
‘Hmmm.. true..’ I nodded.
‘How you managed..?
I was eager to know how she has brought about the transformation..
‘It was tough doc. But I held tightly to god. Would’nt let go of him.’
Her eyes were earnest..
‘And I tried to find comfort within myself.’ She continued..
‘You know it’s always better that way. Only if you are unable to console yourself should you go to others for support’
.
‘Oh..!’. I was impressed.
‘Yes doc. The fear of relapse is always there.. but I trust in god. In myself.’
She got up to go. Then grinned at me.
‘You look lovely today..! “
‘Oh thanks…!’
I smiled back delighted
The room felt quiet after she had gone. I closed my eyes. I had witnessed true human spirit.. Human endurance and strength.
Trust in god. Don’t let go of him. Find strength in yourself..
So true...
