Those of you who are married may have noticed that there is rhyme and reason to every marriage and you must adjust in order to make it work.
Here are 10 rules for marriage that you should definitely check out!
Every relationship was ordained from above, but then again, so do hurricanes...
If you want your wife to listen to every word you say - talk in your sleep!
Marriage starts and ends the same: You kneel to get into them and get down on both knees to get out of them.
Married life has an order to it.
In the first year, the husband speaks and the woman listens.
In the second year, the wife speaks and the husband listens.
In the third year, both speak and the neighbors listen...
When a man opens the car door for his wife, you can be sure either the car is new, or the wife is new!
Marriage is when a man and a woman become one single entity. The trouble starts when they try to decide what kind of entity it is...
Before the wedding, a woman will stay up all night thinking about what the man said. After the wedding, the woman will fall asleep before he can finish the sentence.
Every man wants a beautiful, smart, understanding wife who loves to cook. The problem is making sure those 4 women never meet...
Marriage is a matter of chemistry that is the reason couples treat each other like nuclear waste...
10. A man isn't complete until he gets married, then he's through!
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Tuesday 23 June 2015
HOMEOPATHIC CASE TAKING FORM...
ABOUT HOMEOPATHIC CASE TAKING
Homeopathic case taking is the most essential part of the whole process of treating a patient. Case taking is a Science and also an Art. As per the basic principles of Classical Homeopathy ‘The person is treated as a whole and not just his disease’, this is the core of an individualized constitutional treatment. The very significance of the constitutional treatment in homeopathy is to heal the body-mind system from within. The constitutional treatment helps the body's own healing mechanism and enhances body's self-recovery capacity thus leading to a long-term cure.
The case-study hence is non-conventional, whereby various aspects of the patient's complaints (Physical and Mental), lifestyle, personality, food habits, emotional make-up, personal and the family history, etc are evaluated appropriately to decide on the correct medication to treat the disease. Thus, the entire constitution (physical and mental) of the patient is evaluated in a systematic and scientific manner.
Incomplete information will make correct choice difficult. You are, therefore, requested to supply all information without keeping back anything as irrelevant or of little importance. The information you supply forms the basis of further enquiry designed to assist you in the further delineation of the problem. Full co-operation, therefore, is requested. If we find that the information given is insufficient for instituting treatment or it requires further detailed processing of information and study of your Case, we will send you few more specific questions to be answered by you.
All information shared by you is, of course, strictly confidential.
P.S.
We try to maintain a standardized Case Record, to facilitate that, you are requested to write in the following way.
Write in the way the history is printed.
If you download the questionnaire, you may write your answers below the respective questions.
Leave margin of 1" at the top in front, and at the bottom on the back.
______________________________________________________________
1. CHIEF COMPLAINTS
Describe fully what bothers you most. Each trouble should be detailed as under:
[You may grade the symptoms to stress on its intensity: 5 – Maximum, 1 – Minimum e.g. Headache (5), tingling sensation (2), etc.]
a. Area affected: Location, extension, direction of spread, the march of events.
b. Sensation experienced in the area of trouble.
c. Conditions that have brought on the trouble: Examine the circumstances that occurred before or at the time of onset, paying attention to physical as well as emotional factors.
d. Conditions that increase the trouble or those which afford relief.
e. Other troubles experienced at the same time along with the main trouble, for example...perspiration/nausea /vomiting /gas/with pains.
2. OTHER COMPLAINTS
If you have any other complaints describe them here. Each should be described fully as suggested above under numerically defined headings for the Chief Complaint under the different headings .
3. PREVIOUS ILLNESS
Give a detailed description of the various illnesses you have had in the past, which may/may not have a bearing on the present condition. Also describe the type of treatment taken and the response of these illnesses to medication.
4. FAMILY HISTORY
Details concerning the health and diseases (if any) that appear to recur in other family members like Grand parents, Parents, Uncles, Brothers and Sisters. Also give details concerning the health of spouse and children.
Details of each family member should be under the following headings: Family Member, Relation with you, Age, Health Status / Illness suffered
5. PERSONAL DATA
Physical Description
Height:
Weight:
Complexion:
Body Type (Slim/Average/Heavy):
Physical Challenge if any:
Ethnic origin:
6. PHYSICALS
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Homeopathic case taking is the most essential part of the whole process of treating a patient. Case taking is a Science and also an Art. As per the basic principles of Classical Homeopathy ‘The person is treated as a whole and not just his disease’, this is the core of an individualized constitutional treatment. The very significance of the constitutional treatment in homeopathy is to heal the body-mind system from within. The constitutional treatment helps the body's own healing mechanism and enhances body's self-recovery capacity thus leading to a long-term cure.
The case-study hence is non-conventional, whereby various aspects of the patient's complaints (Physical and Mental), lifestyle, personality, food habits, emotional make-up, personal and the family history, etc are evaluated appropriately to decide on the correct medication to treat the disease. Thus, the entire constitution (physical and mental) of the patient is evaluated in a systematic and scientific manner.
Incomplete information will make correct choice difficult. You are, therefore, requested to supply all information without keeping back anything as irrelevant or of little importance. The information you supply forms the basis of further enquiry designed to assist you in the further delineation of the problem. Full co-operation, therefore, is requested. If we find that the information given is insufficient for instituting treatment or it requires further detailed processing of information and study of your Case, we will send you few more specific questions to be answered by you.
All information shared by you is, of course, strictly confidential.
P.S.
We try to maintain a standardized Case Record, to facilitate that, you are requested to write in the following way.
Write in the way the history is printed.
If you download the questionnaire, you may write your answers below the respective questions.
Leave margin of 1" at the top in front, and at the bottom on the back.
______________________________________________________________
1. CHIEF COMPLAINTS
Describe fully what bothers you most. Each trouble should be detailed as under:
[You may grade the symptoms to stress on its intensity: 5 – Maximum, 1 – Minimum e.g. Headache (5), tingling sensation (2), etc.]
a. Area affected: Location, extension, direction of spread, the march of events.
b. Sensation experienced in the area of trouble.
c. Conditions that have brought on the trouble: Examine the circumstances that occurred before or at the time of onset, paying attention to physical as well as emotional factors.
d. Conditions that increase the trouble or those which afford relief.
e. Other troubles experienced at the same time along with the main trouble, for example...perspiration/nausea /vomiting /gas/with pains.
2. OTHER COMPLAINTS
If you have any other complaints describe them here. Each should be described fully as suggested above under numerically defined headings for the Chief Complaint under the different headings .
3. PREVIOUS ILLNESS
Give a detailed description of the various illnesses you have had in the past, which may/may not have a bearing on the present condition. Also describe the type of treatment taken and the response of these illnesses to medication.
4. FAMILY HISTORY
Details concerning the health and diseases (if any) that appear to recur in other family members like Grand parents, Parents, Uncles, Brothers and Sisters. Also give details concerning the health of spouse and children.
Details of each family member should be under the following headings: Family Member, Relation with you, Age, Health Status / Illness suffered
5. PERSONAL DATA
Physical Description
Height:
Weight:
Complexion:
Body Type (Slim/Average/Heavy):
Physical Challenge if any:
Ethnic origin:
6. PHYSICALS
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11 benefits of Brisk Walking...
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11 benefits of Brisk Walking
Walk for a healthy body
Walking is one of the easiest ways to stay fit. You may have a busy life, but try and introduce physical activity in your life. A moderate dose of physical exercise for 30 minutes (if you can’t manage that much, even 15 minutes is okay to begin with) a day is enough to keep you healthy. This form of aerobic fitness can lift your mood, make you physically fit, and improve the quality of your life.
Before you start
Wear the right pair of walking shoes and comfortable clothes. Also remember to carry and drink water while you walk, to hydrate yourself. Walk for 15-20 minutes for the first three days, and then gradually increase the time. You can use a pedometer to count the steps you take.
Walk your way to a healthy heart
Walking can lower your cholesterol levels and decrease the risks for cardiovascular diseases. It can also strengthen your heart, muscles and lungs. A strong heart with an increased heart rate is able to carry more blood to the rest of your body. Brisk walking every day lets you burn up to 200 calories and reduces body fat.
Cuts your risk of hypertension and diabetes
According to a study, regular walking improves the BMI (body mass index) and blood pressure levels in people with diabetes. Allowing muscle movement leads to more use of glucose by the muscle cells. This also involves utilization of more insulin, which improves blood sugar levels. Low blood pressure levels can also protect against kidney failure, heart attack and stroke.
Reduces risks and effects of cancer.
Research shows that in colon cancer, a speedy walk can give less time to the carcinogens present in the food to come in touch with the intestinal lining and reduce the risks of having cancer from the start itself. With improved blood circulation, walking brings in positive energy within the body and therefore lessens the side effects of chemotherapy.
Protect against miscarriages.
Despite the several body changes during pregnancy, regular walking can benefit you in many ways. It can reduce fatigue and related pains, help lose weight easily, and lower risks of gestational diabetes. Walking can also prevent spontaneous abortions by lowering down the hormonal fluctuations which cause uterine contractions.
Walk for better sexual health.
A regular habit of brisk walking can improve your performance in bed. Walking two miles a day boosts blood circulation which cuts down on the risk of impotency. You can be healthy and fit, and need not rely on medicines to keep your love life active.
Rejuvenate your mind and spirit.
Walking benefits not just your body but also your mind. Brisk walking helps ease stress and anxiety, reduces depression and imparts a positive kick-start to your day. It improves your self-esteem, charges up the mood and helps to keep you energetic, positive and happy throughout the day.
Manage extra kilos.
Proper exercise coupled with a nutritious diet can help to burn calories which would otherwise end up as fat. You can burn up to 100 kcal of energy by walking a mile and for every two miles you walk, three times per week, you are guaranteed to lose 0.5 kg every month. With a habit of brisk walking 45 minutes a day, a slimmer waistline will not remain a distant dream.
Improves brainpower.
Walking stimulates the blood flow, and provides oxygen to the brain. This leads to improved functioning of the brain and better ability to recall. Besides, a moderate dose of physical activity is also known to lower the risk of dementia and Alzheimer's disease in seniors.
Add years to your life.
Exercising can add to longevity. Thirty minutes of daily physical activity is said to extend your life by 1.3 years. More importantly, it can keep you fit by preventing, or delaying, the onset of age-related conditions such as osteoarthritis. Walking with peers can also cheer you up and motivate you.
Last word: Consult your doctor.
If you happen to suffer from any condition, and intend to start walking, it is always better to consult your doctor first. Discuss whether you need to take any precautions and follow his suggestions about whether you should go for brisk walk, and also how you should go about it.
Compiled By:-
Dr. Bidyut Mukherjee
B.H.M.S-N.I.H (Govt. of India), M.S-PGT (Psychotherapy & Counselling)
Mail:drbidyutmukherjee@gmail.com
Mob: 9830033292
11 benefits of Brisk Walking
Walk for a healthy body
Walking is one of the easiest ways to stay fit. You may have a busy life, but try and introduce physical activity in your life. A moderate dose of physical exercise for 30 minutes (if you can’t manage that much, even 15 minutes is okay to begin with) a day is enough to keep you healthy. This form of aerobic fitness can lift your mood, make you physically fit, and improve the quality of your life.
Before you start
Wear the right pair of walking shoes and comfortable clothes. Also remember to carry and drink water while you walk, to hydrate yourself. Walk for 15-20 minutes for the first three days, and then gradually increase the time. You can use a pedometer to count the steps you take.
Walk your way to a healthy heart
Walking can lower your cholesterol levels and decrease the risks for cardiovascular diseases. It can also strengthen your heart, muscles and lungs. A strong heart with an increased heart rate is able to carry more blood to the rest of your body. Brisk walking every day lets you burn up to 200 calories and reduces body fat.
Cuts your risk of hypertension and diabetes
According to a study, regular walking improves the BMI (body mass index) and blood pressure levels in people with diabetes. Allowing muscle movement leads to more use of glucose by the muscle cells. This also involves utilization of more insulin, which improves blood sugar levels. Low blood pressure levels can also protect against kidney failure, heart attack and stroke.
Reduces risks and effects of cancer.
Research shows that in colon cancer, a speedy walk can give less time to the carcinogens present in the food to come in touch with the intestinal lining and reduce the risks of having cancer from the start itself. With improved blood circulation, walking brings in positive energy within the body and therefore lessens the side effects of chemotherapy.
Protect against miscarriages.
Despite the several body changes during pregnancy, regular walking can benefit you in many ways. It can reduce fatigue and related pains, help lose weight easily, and lower risks of gestational diabetes. Walking can also prevent spontaneous abortions by lowering down the hormonal fluctuations which cause uterine contractions.
Walk for better sexual health.
A regular habit of brisk walking can improve your performance in bed. Walking two miles a day boosts blood circulation which cuts down on the risk of impotency. You can be healthy and fit, and need not rely on medicines to keep your love life active.
Rejuvenate your mind and spirit.
Walking benefits not just your body but also your mind. Brisk walking helps ease stress and anxiety, reduces depression and imparts a positive kick-start to your day. It improves your self-esteem, charges up the mood and helps to keep you energetic, positive and happy throughout the day.
Manage extra kilos.
Proper exercise coupled with a nutritious diet can help to burn calories which would otherwise end up as fat. You can burn up to 100 kcal of energy by walking a mile and for every two miles you walk, three times per week, you are guaranteed to lose 0.5 kg every month. With a habit of brisk walking 45 minutes a day, a slimmer waistline will not remain a distant dream.
Improves brainpower.
Walking stimulates the blood flow, and provides oxygen to the brain. This leads to improved functioning of the brain and better ability to recall. Besides, a moderate dose of physical activity is also known to lower the risk of dementia and Alzheimer's disease in seniors.
Add years to your life.
Exercising can add to longevity. Thirty minutes of daily physical activity is said to extend your life by 1.3 years. More importantly, it can keep you fit by preventing, or delaying, the onset of age-related conditions such as osteoarthritis. Walking with peers can also cheer you up and motivate you.
Last word: Consult your doctor.
If you happen to suffer from any condition, and intend to start walking, it is always better to consult your doctor first. Discuss whether you need to take any precautions and follow his suggestions about whether you should go for brisk walk, and also how you should go about it.
Compiled By:-
Dr. Bidyut Mukherjee
B.H.M.S-N.I.H (Govt. of India), M.S-PGT (Psychotherapy & Counselling)
Mail:drbidyutmukherjee@gmail.com
Mob: 9830033292
Thursday 18 June 2015
The Ghost Beach...
It was December 31st 2007 and I was into my early twenties. Myself and my college friends wanted to do something really good than the usual parties and stuff. So 4 of my friends and myself went to a liquor store and bought a few beers. I started driving in a famous freeway called the East Coast RRoad (E.C.R.). To describe about this road, it is a scenic beauty with the beach on the left side of the road and bamboo trees all along giving it a spooky feeling if you are driving in the night.
Now, one of my friends suddenly suggested if we can go the "Ghost Beach". To first give a gist about it, I think everybody knew about the Tsunami that hit the southern part of Asia in 2004 (Dec 24th) before Christmas and killed more than 5 lakh people around the Asian countries. In India, we had lost around one lakh people. So basically, the "Ghost Beach" got its name only after the tsunami washed away an entire fishermen village in floods and it is believed that the beach is haunted. We all decided to go to the beach before 12 and party there for New Years... Not a good idea, but then we wanted something different for the New Year, so we decided to go.
We were not that scared after we reached the place, but we decided to stick on together as we wanted to face "everything and anything" together than getting caught alone and suffering. As soon as we entered the place we were all sad and one of my friend started talking about his deceased girlfriend and cried. The other one started speaking about how his mom died and we were all down. We did not know why were talking about all those, but the place made us really gloomy.
We went and checked out the broken building, schools that still had the broken toys of the kindergarten students. It was very very depressing. So we drove to the shore and started drinking. We would have not even sipped the beer and suddenly we heard a woman screaming like she was calling out to people around the neighborhood for help. We thought somebody was trying to rape a girl and we thought we should help and my friend went and started the car to turn on the lights. We could not see anybody. But all of us wanted to help so we started running towards the voice and then we suddenly realized it is a deserted place and nobody would be there at this time of the hour and that too a woman.
I shouted at my friends to stop running and we regrouped immediately to find that one of my friend is still missing. We tried calling his mobile phone but he would not answer it. We turned on the flashlights from our phones and searched for him everywhere but in vain. So we got back near the car and there he was sitting inside the car and crying. He stopped the ignition and turned off the lights immediately. We got scared and told them it was us, but he wouldn't believe and he pushed us away. I went and sat next to him and comforted him and told we will all leave the place immediately. All of us got in. It was a single road and so we had to reverse the car and will not be able to turn the car until we reach the highway.
As soon as I started the ignition, I saw a old woman standing in front of the car with her head down. Her hair was covering the face and it looked as if she was staring at us... All of us screamed and I screeched the car to take reverse and the lady slowly started running towards us with her gaining speed with every passing step. And luckily we came to the highway and sped to the city limits immediately. We did not even utter a word to each other and my friend was shivering. He was down with fever for the next week and we all met him frequently to check whether he was okay.
Later, when we were discussing about it to the locals near to the village, they said it is common that people hear and see this woman. It is believed that on the day when Tsunami struck the village, she was calling out for help. The ambulance could not reach the village as the road was too small and many of her villagers and eventually she died there. So whenever she sees people, she calls out for help and runs towards them.
Now, one of my friends suddenly suggested if we can go the "Ghost Beach". To first give a gist about it, I think everybody knew about the Tsunami that hit the southern part of Asia in 2004 (Dec 24th) before Christmas and killed more than 5 lakh people around the Asian countries. In India, we had lost around one lakh people. So basically, the "Ghost Beach" got its name only after the tsunami washed away an entire fishermen village in floods and it is believed that the beach is haunted. We all decided to go to the beach before 12 and party there for New Years... Not a good idea, but then we wanted something different for the New Year, so we decided to go.
We were not that scared after we reached the place, but we decided to stick on together as we wanted to face "everything and anything" together than getting caught alone and suffering. As soon as we entered the place we were all sad and one of my friend started talking about his deceased girlfriend and cried. The other one started speaking about how his mom died and we were all down. We did not know why were talking about all those, but the place made us really gloomy.
We went and checked out the broken building, schools that still had the broken toys of the kindergarten students. It was very very depressing. So we drove to the shore and started drinking. We would have not even sipped the beer and suddenly we heard a woman screaming like she was calling out to people around the neighborhood for help. We thought somebody was trying to rape a girl and we thought we should help and my friend went and started the car to turn on the lights. We could not see anybody. But all of us wanted to help so we started running towards the voice and then we suddenly realized it is a deserted place and nobody would be there at this time of the hour and that too a woman.
I shouted at my friends to stop running and we regrouped immediately to find that one of my friend is still missing. We tried calling his mobile phone but he would not answer it. We turned on the flashlights from our phones and searched for him everywhere but in vain. So we got back near the car and there he was sitting inside the car and crying. He stopped the ignition and turned off the lights immediately. We got scared and told them it was us, but he wouldn't believe and he pushed us away. I went and sat next to him and comforted him and told we will all leave the place immediately. All of us got in. It was a single road and so we had to reverse the car and will not be able to turn the car until we reach the highway.
As soon as I started the ignition, I saw a old woman standing in front of the car with her head down. Her hair was covering the face and it looked as if she was staring at us... All of us screamed and I screeched the car to take reverse and the lady slowly started running towards us with her gaining speed with every passing step. And luckily we came to the highway and sped to the city limits immediately. We did not even utter a word to each other and my friend was shivering. He was down with fever for the next week and we all met him frequently to check whether he was okay.
Later, when we were discussing about it to the locals near to the village, they said it is common that people hear and see this woman. It is believed that on the day when Tsunami struck the village, she was calling out for help. The ambulance could not reach the village as the road was too small and many of her villagers and eventually she died there. So whenever she sees people, she calls out for help and runs towards them.
Crutches can't stop her from......
Entrepreneur with cerebral palsy: "My booth is special because I'm helping someone else too."
Look beyond the brightly decorated booth of colourful toys, bags and jewellery, to the young woman chatting with customers, and you might notice the crutches tucked neatly behind her chair.
Most people don't, and that's the way Low Mary likes it.
Born with cerebral palsy, the 32-year-old's hard work and spirited approach to life has led to her not just running her own business, but using it to help others as well.
The first year was tough and she made a loss, Mary recalls.
"At that time I was a newbie. I didn't know what the market wanted," she says.
Undaunted, she kept learning and adapting, and now makes a modest profit selling her wares at various fairs and bazaars across Singapore.
She doesn't seek any special concessions because of her cerebral palsy, pointing out that she faces "the same challenges as other vendors".
"I don't have to get sympathy. I'm on par with able-bodied people."
But she's grateful for the friendship of her fellow entrepreneurs, who help her when, for example, it rains suddenly and the items she displays need to be covered quickly.
"I consider myself fortunate. Wherever I go, I meet kind people," she says.
Not that she's only on the receiving end of kindness.
You see, the products she sells are made by people with special needs, the old, or those living in financially difficult conditions.
"My booth is special because I'm helping someone else too," she says.
From the emotional support of teachers like Mrs Lee Chor Hui, whom Mary credits with helping her complete a long journey through primary school, to the practical help from family and friends, it is clear that kindness surrounds Mary.
And from the encouragement that she gives to family and friends, and the people she supports with her business, it's clear that crutches can't stop her from reflecting that kindness.
Look beyond the brightly decorated booth of colourful toys, bags and jewellery, to the young woman chatting with customers, and you might notice the crutches tucked neatly behind her chair.
Most people don't, and that's the way Low Mary likes it.
Born with cerebral palsy, the 32-year-old's hard work and spirited approach to life has led to her not just running her own business, but using it to help others as well.
The first year was tough and she made a loss, Mary recalls.
"At that time I was a newbie. I didn't know what the market wanted," she says.
Undaunted, she kept learning and adapting, and now makes a modest profit selling her wares at various fairs and bazaars across Singapore.
She doesn't seek any special concessions because of her cerebral palsy, pointing out that she faces "the same challenges as other vendors".
"I don't have to get sympathy. I'm on par with able-bodied people."
But she's grateful for the friendship of her fellow entrepreneurs, who help her when, for example, it rains suddenly and the items she displays need to be covered quickly.
"I consider myself fortunate. Wherever I go, I meet kind people," she says.
Not that she's only on the receiving end of kindness.
You see, the products she sells are made by people with special needs, the old, or those living in financially difficult conditions.
"My booth is special because I'm helping someone else too," she says.
From the emotional support of teachers like Mrs Lee Chor Hui, whom Mary credits with helping her complete a long journey through primary school, to the practical help from family and friends, it is clear that kindness surrounds Mary.
And from the encouragement that she gives to family and friends, and the people she supports with her business, it's clear that crutches can't stop her from reflecting that kindness.
'Football really changed my life'...
Watching these footballers with cerebral palsy bend the ball may just bend your mind.
Let's get this out of the way: these guys have cerebral palsy.
Now for what's important: they play a serious game of football.
It's a sweltering hot Sunday afternoon when I first meet the team at the Singapore Khalsa Association, where they train weekly.
The sun is relentless. The guys are seated on the edge of the pitch, their coach Mohammed Zainudeen holding court with a pep talk.
Today, they face another team in a friendly match. The game kicks off soon enough, and I am introduced to the world of cerebral palsy and sport.
For 60 minutes I see running, kicking, dribbling, passing, deft touches, shooting and scoring.
The common term is disability. But on the pitch, the truer words are talent, passion, teamwork and determination.
Off the pitch, they come together to celebrate another weekly game wholeheartedly executed. The camaraderie is apparent in the easy smiles, chatter and jokes.
Speaking to them and listening in on their conversations, I immediately catch on that they want to talk about football, about school, about plans, about sport, about girls, about futures.
Not about their muscular condition.
They are footballers. There's no place in their lives for self-pity or resignation.
They are liberated, full members of society. And by the way, they bagged Singapore a silver medal at the 7th Asean Para Games in Myanmar.
They didn't choose to have cerebral palsy, but you can certainly tell when these footballers are on the pitch, that they've chosen to live life large and full.
Keep living it large, Bala, Firdaus, Harun, Hitesh, Khairul, Nizam, Mubarak, Peter, Shafiq, Shahidil, Suhaimi and Taufiq.
Go to the follow-up story:
Football stars in their own right.
Let's get this out of the way: these guys have cerebral palsy.
Now for what's important: they play a serious game of football.
It's a sweltering hot Sunday afternoon when I first meet the team at the Singapore Khalsa Association, where they train weekly.
The sun is relentless. The guys are seated on the edge of the pitch, their coach Mohammed Zainudeen holding court with a pep talk.
Today, they face another team in a friendly match. The game kicks off soon enough, and I am introduced to the world of cerebral palsy and sport.
For 60 minutes I see running, kicking, dribbling, passing, deft touches, shooting and scoring.
The common term is disability. But on the pitch, the truer words are talent, passion, teamwork and determination.
Off the pitch, they come together to celebrate another weekly game wholeheartedly executed. The camaraderie is apparent in the easy smiles, chatter and jokes.
Speaking to them and listening in on their conversations, I immediately catch on that they want to talk about football, about school, about plans, about sport, about girls, about futures.
Not about their muscular condition.
They are footballers. There's no place in their lives for self-pity or resignation.
They are liberated, full members of society. And by the way, they bagged Singapore a silver medal at the 7th Asean Para Games in Myanmar.
They didn't choose to have cerebral palsy, but you can certainly tell when these footballers are on the pitch, that they've chosen to live life large and full.
Keep living it large, Bala, Firdaus, Harun, Hitesh, Khairul, Nizam, Mubarak, Peter, Shafiq, Shahidil, Suhaimi and Taufiq.
Go to the follow-up story:
Football stars in their own right.
Football stars in their own right...
Better than Cristiano Ronaldo? Yes, we think so.
Passionate about Football
Capturing some of the players’ best shots.
When we asked members of Singapore’s national cerebral palsy football team to describe themselves, they used words and phrases like:
very active
jack of all trades in sport
strong will power
go all out to fulfil desires
shy
thinker
playful
not give up
achieving goals
cheerful
love to make jokes
carve out something great
happy-go-lucky
enjoy simple things
And over and over again, they said: passionate for football.
Not one player spoke about having cerebral palsy.
They’re footballers. That’s how they see themselves.
Go to the original story:
'Football really changed my life'
A place they can call home...
A place they can call home
By nbsp;Hariz Baharudin
A blind boy spurs a teacher to set up a place for abandoned disabled children in Nepal.
When a blind student enrolled in the school he was teaching at 24 years ago, Dayaram Maharjan knew it would be difficult for the boy to get a proper education because the school did not have teachers trained to teach blind children.
So he picked up Braille and painstakingly translated textbooks so visually impaired students could study alongside their peers. When deaf children later joined the school, he started learning sign language.
He travelled to different villages in Nepal and helped many disabled children.
But in a country where many believe that physical disability is a curse, and some disabled children have nowhere to call home because they are abandoned by their own families, Dayaram felt he could do more.
So he set up the Disabled Services Association (DSA), in Bungmati village, which now houses more than 40 children.
He also set up Adarsha Shaulah Yuwak higher secondary school next to the DSA dormitory, where special needs and able-bodied children learn together.
Along with the standard education, the school offers vocational training so the students can be baristas, weave baskets or offer massage therapy, to earn a living and ultimately be self-reliant.
For his work, Dayaram won the USA-Nepal Humanitarian award in Kathmandu in January 2014.
He kept his speech short and his focus clear:
"After the award, more people will visit the school to show their support. Some will donate to the hostel, so it's a good impact, and I am glad."
Now 49, Dayaram admits his work is far from over.
As the number of children that he takes in keeps increasing, the living space keeps getting more crowded.
So with savings and donations he has accumulated over the years, Dayaram is now building a new hostel that is set to be completely disabled-friendly.
And he hopes DSA will continue to help change society's prejudices against children with disabilities.
"Earlier people would look at our students and call them unlucky. Now they see the children living and working as equal and active members of society and their attitude is slowly improving," he says.
By nbsp;Hariz Baharudin
A blind boy spurs a teacher to set up a place for abandoned disabled children in Nepal.
When a blind student enrolled in the school he was teaching at 24 years ago, Dayaram Maharjan knew it would be difficult for the boy to get a proper education because the school did not have teachers trained to teach blind children.
So he picked up Braille and painstakingly translated textbooks so visually impaired students could study alongside their peers. When deaf children later joined the school, he started learning sign language.
He travelled to different villages in Nepal and helped many disabled children.
But in a country where many believe that physical disability is a curse, and some disabled children have nowhere to call home because they are abandoned by their own families, Dayaram felt he could do more.
So he set up the Disabled Services Association (DSA), in Bungmati village, which now houses more than 40 children.
He also set up Adarsha Shaulah Yuwak higher secondary school next to the DSA dormitory, where special needs and able-bodied children learn together.
Along with the standard education, the school offers vocational training so the students can be baristas, weave baskets or offer massage therapy, to earn a living and ultimately be self-reliant.
For his work, Dayaram won the USA-Nepal Humanitarian award in Kathmandu in January 2014.
He kept his speech short and his focus clear:
"After the award, more people will visit the school to show their support. Some will donate to the hostel, so it's a good impact, and I am glad."
Now 49, Dayaram admits his work is far from over.
As the number of children that he takes in keeps increasing, the living space keeps getting more crowded.
So with savings and donations he has accumulated over the years, Dayaram is now building a new hostel that is set to be completely disabled-friendly.
And he hopes DSA will continue to help change society's prejudices against children with disabilities.
"Earlier people would look at our students and call them unlucky. Now they see the children living and working as equal and active members of society and their attitude is slowly improving," he says.
After death comes life...
After death comes life
By Andrew Purchase
The art of life is accepting change and making the most of what is to follow.
I am one of those people who think about death a lot.
Not because I am morbid. It's just that death seems to be of central significance to our lives.
So often we live pretending death isn't a part of life.
They say that successful people begin with the end in mind.
A contemplation of our death ought to set the agenda for our lives.
When that day comes, who do we want to have become? What do we want to have achieved? What do we want people to say about us on that day?
If that doesn't give us a compass to live by, then nothing else will.
In this way, death is our friend — a point of perspective that can set our values and determine our goals for us.
Change
Death serves us in another way too.
We actually experience moments of death all the time, whether we know it or not.
Dreams die. Relationships die. Chapters of our lives die. Opportunities, jobs and days of youthfulness die. Hope dies.
Life is full of unexpected blows and hard knocks.
It's another way of saying that things constantly change. We fear change because every change means that something has died, something has been left behind, some loss suffered.
But here's the thing about change. It's either an opportunity for growth; or it's an opportunity for stagnation. It all depends how we handle loss.
In every change the seeds of growth lie dormant. We can water these seeds and nurture positive growth into being. Or we can pour the poison of bitterness, reluctance and resistance on the seed of new life that is wanting to sprout.
Stages of grief
In her 1969 book, On Death and Dying, Swiss psychologist Elisabeth Kübler-Ross noted what she termed the five stages of grief. In her observation of thousands of terminally ill people, as well as their immediate families, she observed a certain pattern.
When faced with death of some kind, generally speaking, there are five response stages:
1. Denial
2. Anger
3. Bargaining
4. Depression
5. Acceptance
Her model can be applied to our lives in other ways too. When change happens; when bad things happen to us; when life deals us a blow and our plans change — the fact is, something dies.
Healthy, strong, vibrant people can work through the five stages of grief and arrive at acceptance and tranquillity. There they learn that life follows death in strange and unimagined ways. They grow.
On the other hand, it is quite possible to become marooned at one of the other four stages.
Some deny their reality by recourse to anaesthetics like alcohol or pleasure. Some rant in perpetual anger. Some resort to desperation, selling their souls to neuroses or other slave-masters.
Some collapse into depression — what John Bunyan termed "The Slough of Despond".
New life
All in all, the great skill of life is dealing with change. The art of life is accepting change and then making the most of what is to follow. It is how we grow, how we mature. It is how we become better.
We can see it so clearly when mourning the death of someone great, like Mr Lee.
There's no use denying that he is dead. There is no point in getting angry about it, nor trying to strike a bargain with someone or something to bring him back. Nor will it help to capitulate into depressive inaction.
Instead, with acceptance, thanksgiving can be made, past successes celebrated, the "good old days" saluted. Then new life and opportunity is found.
In the great cycle of life, just as life precedes death, so death precedes life.
So the next time we suffer a blow, a bit of bad luck or some bad news, let us hold on to the hope that every change is an opportunity for us to grow and to find new life in some unexpected place.
By Andrew Purchase
The art of life is accepting change and making the most of what is to follow.
I am one of those people who think about death a lot.
Not because I am morbid. It's just that death seems to be of central significance to our lives.
So often we live pretending death isn't a part of life.
They say that successful people begin with the end in mind.
A contemplation of our death ought to set the agenda for our lives.
When that day comes, who do we want to have become? What do we want to have achieved? What do we want people to say about us on that day?
If that doesn't give us a compass to live by, then nothing else will.
In this way, death is our friend — a point of perspective that can set our values and determine our goals for us.
Change
Death serves us in another way too.
We actually experience moments of death all the time, whether we know it or not.
Dreams die. Relationships die. Chapters of our lives die. Opportunities, jobs and days of youthfulness die. Hope dies.
Life is full of unexpected blows and hard knocks.
It's another way of saying that things constantly change. We fear change because every change means that something has died, something has been left behind, some loss suffered.
But here's the thing about change. It's either an opportunity for growth; or it's an opportunity for stagnation. It all depends how we handle loss.
In every change the seeds of growth lie dormant. We can water these seeds and nurture positive growth into being. Or we can pour the poison of bitterness, reluctance and resistance on the seed of new life that is wanting to sprout.
Stages of grief
In her 1969 book, On Death and Dying, Swiss psychologist Elisabeth Kübler-Ross noted what she termed the five stages of grief. In her observation of thousands of terminally ill people, as well as their immediate families, she observed a certain pattern.
When faced with death of some kind, generally speaking, there are five response stages:
1. Denial
2. Anger
3. Bargaining
4. Depression
5. Acceptance
Her model can be applied to our lives in other ways too. When change happens; when bad things happen to us; when life deals us a blow and our plans change — the fact is, something dies.
Healthy, strong, vibrant people can work through the five stages of grief and arrive at acceptance and tranquillity. There they learn that life follows death in strange and unimagined ways. They grow.
On the other hand, it is quite possible to become marooned at one of the other four stages.
Some deny their reality by recourse to anaesthetics like alcohol or pleasure. Some rant in perpetual anger. Some resort to desperation, selling their souls to neuroses or other slave-masters.
Some collapse into depression — what John Bunyan termed "The Slough of Despond".
New life
All in all, the great skill of life is dealing with change. The art of life is accepting change and then making the most of what is to follow. It is how we grow, how we mature. It is how we become better.
We can see it so clearly when mourning the death of someone great, like Mr Lee.
There's no use denying that he is dead. There is no point in getting angry about it, nor trying to strike a bargain with someone or something to bring him back. Nor will it help to capitulate into depressive inaction.
Instead, with acceptance, thanksgiving can be made, past successes celebrated, the "good old days" saluted. Then new life and opportunity is found.
In the great cycle of life, just as life precedes death, so death precedes life.
So the next time we suffer a blow, a bit of bad luck or some bad news, let us hold on to the hope that every change is an opportunity for us to grow and to find new life in some unexpected place.
So How Did This Happen? ...
I started working for a new company about 8 months ago. The man who interviewed me was dull, uninteresting and tiring. But attractive none the less. He hired me and I started the position a month later. After a few weeks on the job I noticed he was hanging around my office more than usual. Also coming in on his days off for no apparent reason. There was no doubt in my mind there was sexual chemistry between us and it just kept building. The office flirting continued secretly between us for about 2 months. Finally one day after hours we kissed and things started to get very hot between us. We are both married. Myself for ten years, he for 5. He is 14 years younger than me which used to bother me but it doesn’t anymore. Anyway, we decided to book a hotel and meet one afternoon. It was OK. Nothing romantic, just sex which we both figured we both wanted. Things at work didn’t change. The flirting continued and the sneaky odd kiss happened now and then when we found each other alone near the copy machine. It was extremely difficult hiding our feelings at work and I noticed people started picking up on the flirting so we decided to try to cool it down at work which was very difficult for him. Me, being older had no problem being professional. Anyway we continued to meet at a hotel every few weeks. But after the third time something happened. It was no longer quick sex. But I felt we were making love. I knew I started getting attached as on the weekends I was missing him terribly but this gorgeous younger man couldn’t possibly feel the same way about me, could he? Well as things started to heat up even more between us I made a decision NOT to ever tell him how I felt. I didn’t want to cause him emotional problems or interfere with his home life. Then just about two weeks ago he whispered in my ear during a seminar "you have no idea just how much I love you". I felt happy and weak in the knees. I don’t know where this is going. I haven’t been happy at home in many years. I live in a sexless marriage and Im young at heart. I want to live my life happily but we have children together and I think its best just to stay with my husband. Also my lover has a happy family life with two very young children which he adores. I know this relationship can't ever go anywhere. But neither one of us want to stop. I guess I am not seeking advice. I am just seeking support or hoping to hear/read similar stories.
I tried everything to save my marriage but couldn't!...
I got married last year in December to a boy of my parents' choice. It was purely an arranged marriage that was fixed via some distant relative in our family, who knew the boy's family through some common connection. After marriage, I shifted base to another city and being a Delhi girl I had a lot of inhibitions and apprehensions that how would I adjust in a small town, whom would I hang out with, what about my parents and all those bothersome thoughts. But then I prepared myself mentally that things are always destined. I got engaged in May and this being a long distant relationship, I didn't get to meet the guy much during our courtship period. It was only twice that he came down to Delhi and we caught up for a few hours. Though long late night calls became a routine, yet I did miss his physical presence and the fact that we cannot meet anytime (as per convenience) like other couples would do. Still, I would console my heart saying, never mind, it's a matter of just few more months and then I would be with him forever. The days went by slowly and the nights started seeming too long, as I kept waiting for the D-Day.
And the big wedding day came. And I must add here, it's not easy to make all arrangements in case of an out stationed wedding. Nevertheless, my parents did whatever best was possible. Two days before marriage, we went to their (my in-laws) city with my entire family, relatives and a few close friends. Everything sailed smooth and everyone went back home with smiling faces and of course after giving me blessings 'may you live happy ever after'.
As soon all the ceremonies and rituals got over and I had to move in my new bedroom with a man whom I didn't know much (who is my husband now), my mind was already over flooding with anxieties. I was nervous and at the same time excited too. Don't know why! I kept anticipating what is going to happen next. How will everything look like, so on and so forth. But I had no damn clue what was in store for me the next moment. My husband entered the room, said that he's got a bad headache, took a tablet and went off to sleep.
SHOCKED, SHATTERED and HEARTBROKEN... I almost froze for a fraction of second before I could actually realize and react to the fact that he has actually gone to sleep on the 'first night of our wedding'. Not letting any disturbing thoughts hit my mind, I too went off to sleep and decided to talk to him the next morning. Things were fine the following day, he behaved pretty normal but as soon it was night and we were alone in our room, he got another headache, gave same reasons and slept. This continued for a few days initially and I started to think that maybe it's the shyness and he's taking time to open up.
It was after a week of our marriage that I got to know about my husband's extra marital affair and that too with a girl, with whom he is in a serous relationship for last 18 long years. Yes, 18 years is not a small time. And by the way, it wasn't him to told me all this, neither I caught him red handed but it was that girl who called me up and said 'You spoiled my life. You came between us'. I didn't know how to react to what she said but I was brave enough to ask her 'then why didn't you tell me all this before our marriage? Why now?' To which she replied, she tried telling me but couldn't muster up the courage to call up. Whatever! My life was spoiled and nothing could be done.
I tried confronting this with my husband but he had nothing to say. He kept silent every time I raised questions about his past (which is still ongoing) affair. Despite all this, I didn't give up and tried to save my marriage. I took all possible initiatives to get sexually intimate with him, which one in ten times, he reciprocated to but it was all so forced. At one point of time, while making love to me, he even took that girl's name and I ignored.
A few weeks later I found a mobile phone in his cupboard, which he had only kept for calling that girl. And then I found a file that had some legal papers. To my utter shock, it was divorce petition that girl had filed from her husband. That means she was married! GOSH. I couldn't believe she had two kids too. I even found a few intimate photos of my husband with that girl. But I didn't get answers to any of my questions.
All this while, we kept planning where we would go for our honeymoon and two months later, we went for our alone time. I was hoping by all means that things would change once we are back but I was only a fool to believe that. During our 12-day long honeymoon, we had sex only twice and that too only when I insisted, otherwise he showed no sign of interest. I might be sounding ravenous for sex but I really wanted to save my marriage and show him that I love him. But all in vain!!!
We returned and things became even worse. I caught my husband secretly calling that girl while we were do
And the big wedding day came. And I must add here, it's not easy to make all arrangements in case of an out stationed wedding. Nevertheless, my parents did whatever best was possible. Two days before marriage, we went to their (my in-laws) city with my entire family, relatives and a few close friends. Everything sailed smooth and everyone went back home with smiling faces and of course after giving me blessings 'may you live happy ever after'.
As soon all the ceremonies and rituals got over and I had to move in my new bedroom with a man whom I didn't know much (who is my husband now), my mind was already over flooding with anxieties. I was nervous and at the same time excited too. Don't know why! I kept anticipating what is going to happen next. How will everything look like, so on and so forth. But I had no damn clue what was in store for me the next moment. My husband entered the room, said that he's got a bad headache, took a tablet and went off to sleep.
SHOCKED, SHATTERED and HEARTBROKEN... I almost froze for a fraction of second before I could actually realize and react to the fact that he has actually gone to sleep on the 'first night of our wedding'. Not letting any disturbing thoughts hit my mind, I too went off to sleep and decided to talk to him the next morning. Things were fine the following day, he behaved pretty normal but as soon it was night and we were alone in our room, he got another headache, gave same reasons and slept. This continued for a few days initially and I started to think that maybe it's the shyness and he's taking time to open up.
It was after a week of our marriage that I got to know about my husband's extra marital affair and that too with a girl, with whom he is in a serous relationship for last 18 long years. Yes, 18 years is not a small time. And by the way, it wasn't him to told me all this, neither I caught him red handed but it was that girl who called me up and said 'You spoiled my life. You came between us'. I didn't know how to react to what she said but I was brave enough to ask her 'then why didn't you tell me all this before our marriage? Why now?' To which she replied, she tried telling me but couldn't muster up the courage to call up. Whatever! My life was spoiled and nothing could be done.
I tried confronting this with my husband but he had nothing to say. He kept silent every time I raised questions about his past (which is still ongoing) affair. Despite all this, I didn't give up and tried to save my marriage. I took all possible initiatives to get sexually intimate with him, which one in ten times, he reciprocated to but it was all so forced. At one point of time, while making love to me, he even took that girl's name and I ignored.
A few weeks later I found a mobile phone in his cupboard, which he had only kept for calling that girl. And then I found a file that had some legal papers. To my utter shock, it was divorce petition that girl had filed from her husband. That means she was married! GOSH. I couldn't believe she had two kids too. I even found a few intimate photos of my husband with that girl. But I didn't get answers to any of my questions.
All this while, we kept planning where we would go for our honeymoon and two months later, we went for our alone time. I was hoping by all means that things would change once we are back but I was only a fool to believe that. During our 12-day long honeymoon, we had sex only twice and that too only when I insisted, otherwise he showed no sign of interest. I might be sounding ravenous for sex but I really wanted to save my marriage and show him that I love him. But all in vain!!!
We returned and things became even worse. I caught my husband secretly calling that girl while we were do
Breast Cancer...
In August of 2010, I miscarried two months prior to our first year wedding anniversary and I was diagnosed with breast cancer two months later, nine days before our first year anniversary.
I felt the lump when my body started going back to some form of normalcy, after the pregnancy. I put off getting it looked at for a couple of months, but when it started hurting, I knew I should get in to see my doctor.
My Grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 82, so I always made sure to have my yearly mammograms, and they have always been normal even the year before.
The diagnostic mammogram that I had did not show my tumor, so my doctor ordered an ultra sound... and there it was. I wanted it out, no matter what it was! I immediately did a biopsy on a Thursday. I went home to wait for my results, which I was told wouldn't be until Monday. On Friday, October 1st at around 3:00 pm, I received the call. I'm pretty sure all I heard was, "Kelly, we see cancerous cell growth." I don't remember anything else, except for my body going numb. The following Monday, we met with my breast surgeon and laid out a plan of action - I was going to win this battle!
I was diagnosed with Stage II invasive ductal carcinoma, an aggressive form of breast cancer, which, for me, meant lots of targeted drug therapy. I decided on a lumpectomy to remove my 2.5cm tumor and came out of surgery on November 3rd, 2010 with clear margins and a sentinel node biopsy that showed no lymph node involvement. By December 2nd I had my port in place and I was about to start the fight of my life to make sure this never returned to my body. I completed six rounds of chemotherapy, 33 rounds of radiation and an additional 11 rounds of Herceptin, which ended on November 2nd 2011, the day before my 1-YEAR CANCER FREE ANNIVERSARY!
I learned right away that when you don't have a choice, you can do anything! In the beginning of this journey, one of my radiation oncologists said to me, "Kelly, we caught this early and it is very treatable. Is the next year of your life going to be hell? Yes! But you will be so thankful that you did all of this." I'm not going to lie. It was hell, but here I am and I am so very thankful to my amazing medical team for everything.
I did my first American Cancer Society's Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walk on October 16th 2010 in the and I will continue to walk, because I dream of a world where no one will EVER have to have their body go numb with fear after hearing those words. Because people need to be educated - EARLY detection saves lives... I am proof of that. Because WE have nieces, nephews, daughters, sons, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, husbands, and wives... Because breast cancer does not discriminate against age OR gender... Because I am a SURVIVOR and I want to stay that way! I am walking in honor of everyone that has been touched by breast cancer... those that have fought hard and lost their battle, those that are still fighting, those that have survived and all the AMAZING people in our lives that took care of us!
I felt the lump when my body started going back to some form of normalcy, after the pregnancy. I put off getting it looked at for a couple of months, but when it started hurting, I knew I should get in to see my doctor.
My Grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 82, so I always made sure to have my yearly mammograms, and they have always been normal even the year before.
The diagnostic mammogram that I had did not show my tumor, so my doctor ordered an ultra sound... and there it was. I wanted it out, no matter what it was! I immediately did a biopsy on a Thursday. I went home to wait for my results, which I was told wouldn't be until Monday. On Friday, October 1st at around 3:00 pm, I received the call. I'm pretty sure all I heard was, "Kelly, we see cancerous cell growth." I don't remember anything else, except for my body going numb. The following Monday, we met with my breast surgeon and laid out a plan of action - I was going to win this battle!
I was diagnosed with Stage II invasive ductal carcinoma, an aggressive form of breast cancer, which, for me, meant lots of targeted drug therapy. I decided on a lumpectomy to remove my 2.5cm tumor and came out of surgery on November 3rd, 2010 with clear margins and a sentinel node biopsy that showed no lymph node involvement. By December 2nd I had my port in place and I was about to start the fight of my life to make sure this never returned to my body. I completed six rounds of chemotherapy, 33 rounds of radiation and an additional 11 rounds of Herceptin, which ended on November 2nd 2011, the day before my 1-YEAR CANCER FREE ANNIVERSARY!
I learned right away that when you don't have a choice, you can do anything! In the beginning of this journey, one of my radiation oncologists said to me, "Kelly, we caught this early and it is very treatable. Is the next year of your life going to be hell? Yes! But you will be so thankful that you did all of this." I'm not going to lie. It was hell, but here I am and I am so very thankful to my amazing medical team for everything.
I did my first American Cancer Society's Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walk on October 16th 2010 in the and I will continue to walk, because I dream of a world where no one will EVER have to have their body go numb with fear after hearing those words. Because people need to be educated - EARLY detection saves lives... I am proof of that. Because WE have nieces, nephews, daughters, sons, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, husbands, and wives... Because breast cancer does not discriminate against age OR gender... Because I am a SURVIVOR and I want to stay that way! I am walking in honor of everyone that has been touched by breast cancer... those that have fought hard and lost their battle, those that are still fighting, those that have survived and all the AMAZING people in our lives that took care of us!
They gave a beautiful life to a beautiful child!...
So, this is something that happened in my immediate family. My aunt and uncle loved and had known each other for over two years before they tied the knot. It seemed like a rosy story. Everything was all good and they were having the best days of their life. They both loved each other as much as they had done on the day they met. The family was also very supportive. Things were all good and they decided to take the next big step almost after 2 years of enjoying the marital bliss when they decided to extend their family. And that is when the trouble started, they tried initially for some time but it didn’t work. They went in for a lot of tests, took all the medication as prescribed by the doctors. Nothing happened. At first they had a lot of hope that something will happen and they would get the happiness in their life but with time they lost all the hope. And it was always a sad affair when the relatives and people were more worried about you being childless and like it meant the end of the world. I had seen that look in their eyes and that they wanted to share the love in their life with a third someone and craved for it every day when they see other happy couples with kids. The sorrow in their life seemed unending but their love for each other seemed eternal.
Then one fine day, we received a call from my auntie that they had adopted a beautiful baby girl and she is there at their house. We couldn’t contain our joy and it was at the peak when we finally visited them and there she was-the sweetest and the most beautiful thing that we had ever seen. She lit the whole room with her presence. My aunt told me that they had told someone in their village that they would like to adopt a baby girl. So, when they got a call from that person, they couldn’t wait and left immediately and brought home this 3 day old bundle of joy after doing all the legal formalities. Her parents were poor and couldn’t believe her luck that her child is going to an affluent family. A week back was that baby girl’s 1st day in the school and it made me feel so proud of my uncle and aunt who not only lit their home with this beautiful child but also gave a beautiful life to this sweetest child.
Then one fine day, we received a call from my auntie that they had adopted a beautiful baby girl and she is there at their house. We couldn’t contain our joy and it was at the peak when we finally visited them and there she was-the sweetest and the most beautiful thing that we had ever seen. She lit the whole room with her presence. My aunt told me that they had told someone in their village that they would like to adopt a baby girl. So, when they got a call from that person, they couldn’t wait and left immediately and brought home this 3 day old bundle of joy after doing all the legal formalities. Her parents were poor and couldn’t believe her luck that her child is going to an affluent family. A week back was that baby girl’s 1st day in the school and it made me feel so proud of my uncle and aunt who not only lit their home with this beautiful child but also gave a beautiful life to this sweetest child.
My sweet short love story!...
I haven’t had what you would call the most successful relationships, and never did experience a gist of cute love stories until this incident in my life.
Most of the guys I’ve fallen for have been unavailable, taken by a friend or taken by a friend and having an affair!
Makes for a nice short cute love story of comical errors, don’t you think?
But there have been some ‘awww…’ moments that should warm the cockles of any romantic’s heart.
No matter how much girls may protest, they’ve all fallen for at least one guy just for his looks.
If a girl says they like a good-looking guy because he’s got “personality”, “a good heart” or God forbid, “intellect”, then you know what she’s really after.
My cover was that he was a hotel management student and he, presumably, would cook for me. At least my mother wouldn’t have to despair of me never being able to get a decent meal once I was married. I can’t even boil an egg.
I knew this guy, Amit, from way back. Family friends and all that. The first time I met him, he wouldn’t even look at me, which I thought was strange, considering that I was what they call an early bloomer.
He seemed more interested in hanging out with my kid brother. Anyway, a few years went by, during which we had graduated from school. He went out of town to complete his hospitality management course and I mooched around the suburbs studying arts.
My mother met him at a dinner a couple of years later and came back raving about him. “You’ll never guess who’s blossomed into a wonderful young man, Sapna. Amit! He’s turned out to be not so bad-looking and he can carry on a conversation quite well,” she said. A year went by and I eventually met this “late bloomer” and wow! I didn’t care if he could carry on a conversation quite well.
This guy was hot! And as a bonus, he was funny, smart and had excellent conversation skills. Unfortunately, I couldn’t quite exhibit mine because I was so tongue-tied.
Another year went by and I got a call from Amit’s dad, inviting me to spend the weekend at their place. And Amit was even more good-looking than I remembered. Must have been the air in U.S. (Did I mention that he’d gone to study his masters there?) We went out with some friends of his, had a few laughs and a few drinks. On the way home, we just generally talked. He, about how he wanted to go and work in some big corporation I can’t pronounce right, and I, about how I didn’t know what I wanted to do. It was easy. I didn’t really have to think much about what I had to say next. I could even rib him a bit and he didn’t mind as long as he could rib me back.
As I got out of the car, he asked me for my number. “I’ll call you”, he said. But I knew better than to expect that he actually would.
He did call.
But then I was confused. He asked me out to dinner, but was it a date? Or did he feel guilt pangs over saying he’d call me even though he didn’t intend to? And then the inevitable question. Was it a pity date?
The day came. He even showed up early! As he opened the door, he asked me, “I hope you weren’t expecting flowers or anything.”
“Flowers? Oh no! Anything living that’s entrusted to my care dies.” It’s true. The several potted plants in my balcony devoid of plants are testament to this.
“Good,” he said as we got into the car, “Look in the back.”
I looked and thought, “Yikes!” Because sitting in the back seat was a bouquet of yellow flowers. “Hmmm… maybe this is a date after all,” I thought. And I was roused from this happy thought by Amit saying, “You’re sitting on something!” And there I was, sitting on five CDs that he had written for me. Things were indeed looking very date-like.
We were on the road and he asked if I would mind going to one of the gazillion lounges in the city. By then I was in demure-girl mode and responded appropriately, “Oh, I’m fine with anything.”
“And you don’t mind if someone else comes along? My friend’s sitting at home and has nothing to do tonight.”
“Oh sure,” I said, all the while thinking, “Flowers: check; gift: check; alone time: … Oh well, two out of three isn’t bad.”
We picked up his friend and got to the lounge. And we did the same thing, some more drinks and some more laughs. Then we went to one of the gazillion clubs. After a bit, we left the friend in one part of the club and stood in a corner near the dance floor.
And that’s when he told me that he had liked me for a long time. Ever since we had met for the first time. And how he wasn’t sure if I felt the same way. And that’s where my own cute love story unfolded
Most of the guys I’ve fallen for have been unavailable, taken by a friend or taken by a friend and having an affair!
Makes for a nice short cute love story of comical errors, don’t you think?
But there have been some ‘awww…’ moments that should warm the cockles of any romantic’s heart.
No matter how much girls may protest, they’ve all fallen for at least one guy just for his looks.
If a girl says they like a good-looking guy because he’s got “personality”, “a good heart” or God forbid, “intellect”, then you know what she’s really after.
My cover was that he was a hotel management student and he, presumably, would cook for me. At least my mother wouldn’t have to despair of me never being able to get a decent meal once I was married. I can’t even boil an egg.
I knew this guy, Amit, from way back. Family friends and all that. The first time I met him, he wouldn’t even look at me, which I thought was strange, considering that I was what they call an early bloomer.
He seemed more interested in hanging out with my kid brother. Anyway, a few years went by, during which we had graduated from school. He went out of town to complete his hospitality management course and I mooched around the suburbs studying arts.
My mother met him at a dinner a couple of years later and came back raving about him. “You’ll never guess who’s blossomed into a wonderful young man, Sapna. Amit! He’s turned out to be not so bad-looking and he can carry on a conversation quite well,” she said. A year went by and I eventually met this “late bloomer” and wow! I didn’t care if he could carry on a conversation quite well.
This guy was hot! And as a bonus, he was funny, smart and had excellent conversation skills. Unfortunately, I couldn’t quite exhibit mine because I was so tongue-tied.
Another year went by and I got a call from Amit’s dad, inviting me to spend the weekend at their place. And Amit was even more good-looking than I remembered. Must have been the air in U.S. (Did I mention that he’d gone to study his masters there?) We went out with some friends of his, had a few laughs and a few drinks. On the way home, we just generally talked. He, about how he wanted to go and work in some big corporation I can’t pronounce right, and I, about how I didn’t know what I wanted to do. It was easy. I didn’t really have to think much about what I had to say next. I could even rib him a bit and he didn’t mind as long as he could rib me back.
As I got out of the car, he asked me for my number. “I’ll call you”, he said. But I knew better than to expect that he actually would.
He did call.
But then I was confused. He asked me out to dinner, but was it a date? Or did he feel guilt pangs over saying he’d call me even though he didn’t intend to? And then the inevitable question. Was it a pity date?
The day came. He even showed up early! As he opened the door, he asked me, “I hope you weren’t expecting flowers or anything.”
“Flowers? Oh no! Anything living that’s entrusted to my care dies.” It’s true. The several potted plants in my balcony devoid of plants are testament to this.
“Good,” he said as we got into the car, “Look in the back.”
I looked and thought, “Yikes!” Because sitting in the back seat was a bouquet of yellow flowers. “Hmmm… maybe this is a date after all,” I thought. And I was roused from this happy thought by Amit saying, “You’re sitting on something!” And there I was, sitting on five CDs that he had written for me. Things were indeed looking very date-like.
We were on the road and he asked if I would mind going to one of the gazillion lounges in the city. By then I was in demure-girl mode and responded appropriately, “Oh, I’m fine with anything.”
“And you don’t mind if someone else comes along? My friend’s sitting at home and has nothing to do tonight.”
“Oh sure,” I said, all the while thinking, “Flowers: check; gift: check; alone time: … Oh well, two out of three isn’t bad.”
We picked up his friend and got to the lounge. And we did the same thing, some more drinks and some more laughs. Then we went to one of the gazillion clubs. After a bit, we left the friend in one part of the club and stood in a corner near the dance floor.
And that’s when he told me that he had liked me for a long time. Ever since we had met for the first time. And how he wasn’t sure if I felt the same way. And that’s where my own cute love story unfolded
The First 60 Seconds of Cancer ...
The word. The Cancer word. It doesn’t have to be a death sentence.
I’m told that I have cancer. It’s terminal. I have only two months to live.
I’m instantly wrapped in an empty void. No one is in there with me. I’m truly alone. A door has slammed shut, and I feel it lock tight. I can’t touch the key because it’s only a word. Cancer is the storm that blew the door closed, and it is the key that locked me out of my right to live. I’m terrified. I’m broken. I take my next breath.
My oncologist is saying,“ I can’t treat you”. No! I need help! I want to fight for my life! Someone has to help me do what I don’t know how to do. Someone has to help me do what I can’t do alone!
So, I find another oncologist. This one says, “I won’t treat you”. “Why”, I ask? “Because there might be more cancer in your liver than shows on the PET scan”. “What do you mean… might?”
Three oncologists, a GP, and two surgeons all delivered the same grim outcome. I had nine cancer sites that had spread from the original site in the colon. All the help the oncologists were willing to give me was advice: Go home and get your affairs in order. This is where I found myself in November/December of 2005, just three months after my husband dropped dead at my feet. I wish I had known then what I know now. But, of course… I didn’t.
This is an autobiography, only inasmuch as I have to tell you my story, where I was in the beginning, in the middle of the fray, and how it all turned out. I need to tell my story so a victim with cancer…any type of cancer… can dredge up the courage to fight the disease, have the faith to renounce their death sentence, and the hope they need to keep them alive. It’s a hope that is born from their own grit and nurtured by God to see their battle with cancer through to a positive outcome.
The Long Road Back
Many, if not most people, have no idea there are options to consider in their battle with cancer. Victims of cancer aren’t concerned about their choices and options when they’re first diagnosed. They’re looking at an oncologist, a man or a woman, who is driven by statistics that he or she uses to predict the patient’s outcome. The doctors know all about the drugs, the surgeries, the pain, and they’ve seen the desperation of the patient’s circumstances. However, our medical universities don’t teach them about other options: Options that could very well save their lives.
Doctors have seen the drugs and surgeries used to treat cancer fail too many times. So, somewhere along their way, too many of them have lost the ability to bring along compassion to the treatment table. It’s as though they’ve forgotten that the patient’s heart and soul are not just by-products of the patient’s self. Our hearts and souls are the very spirit that gives us meaning. Our spirit is an essential part of our recovery. Some doctors seem to have forgotten that our spirit is that part of us that makes us tick, that helps us fight, that allows us to believe that we really can win.
My brother and sister-in-law helped me find an oncologist who would give me the right to fight my disease, and one who was willing to do whatever he could to give me the chance to go on with life. I had to drive 220 miles each way to get the treatments that I couldn’t find at home. But, I didn’t care one bit. I had to do what I had to do. I took the help I was offered, and I thanked God for the one doctor who would fight for me, and the only one I could find who would fight with me.
Time, however, was all he could offer. My cancer was too aggressive, he said, and had spread too far to hope that it could be cured. He felt he might extend my life to a year if I chose to take his treatments. He sent me to a colorectal surgeon that he had faith in. The surgeon who examined me felt I should have colorectal surgery immediately. However, my oncologist told me that I didn’t have enough lifetime left to consider the surgery. I needed to get the chemotherapy drugs started as quickly as possible. So, I was given 51 hours of three different chemotherapy drugs, and one drug booster, every other week for six months.
I nearly died of pneumonia after the first chemotherapy treatment. I wanted to die after the second, as the drugs were burning my esophagus so badly I could barely sip water. I couldn’t take the third treatment because my blood counts (neutrophils) were so very low. It was at that time in my battle with cancer and the horribl
I’m told that I have cancer. It’s terminal. I have only two months to live.
I’m instantly wrapped in an empty void. No one is in there with me. I’m truly alone. A door has slammed shut, and I feel it lock tight. I can’t touch the key because it’s only a word. Cancer is the storm that blew the door closed, and it is the key that locked me out of my right to live. I’m terrified. I’m broken. I take my next breath.
My oncologist is saying,“ I can’t treat you”. No! I need help! I want to fight for my life! Someone has to help me do what I don’t know how to do. Someone has to help me do what I can’t do alone!
So, I find another oncologist. This one says, “I won’t treat you”. “Why”, I ask? “Because there might be more cancer in your liver than shows on the PET scan”. “What do you mean… might?”
Three oncologists, a GP, and two surgeons all delivered the same grim outcome. I had nine cancer sites that had spread from the original site in the colon. All the help the oncologists were willing to give me was advice: Go home and get your affairs in order. This is where I found myself in November/December of 2005, just three months after my husband dropped dead at my feet. I wish I had known then what I know now. But, of course… I didn’t.
This is an autobiography, only inasmuch as I have to tell you my story, where I was in the beginning, in the middle of the fray, and how it all turned out. I need to tell my story so a victim with cancer…any type of cancer… can dredge up the courage to fight the disease, have the faith to renounce their death sentence, and the hope they need to keep them alive. It’s a hope that is born from their own grit and nurtured by God to see their battle with cancer through to a positive outcome.
The Long Road Back
Many, if not most people, have no idea there are options to consider in their battle with cancer. Victims of cancer aren’t concerned about their choices and options when they’re first diagnosed. They’re looking at an oncologist, a man or a woman, who is driven by statistics that he or she uses to predict the patient’s outcome. The doctors know all about the drugs, the surgeries, the pain, and they’ve seen the desperation of the patient’s circumstances. However, our medical universities don’t teach them about other options: Options that could very well save their lives.
Doctors have seen the drugs and surgeries used to treat cancer fail too many times. So, somewhere along their way, too many of them have lost the ability to bring along compassion to the treatment table. It’s as though they’ve forgotten that the patient’s heart and soul are not just by-products of the patient’s self. Our hearts and souls are the very spirit that gives us meaning. Our spirit is an essential part of our recovery. Some doctors seem to have forgotten that our spirit is that part of us that makes us tick, that helps us fight, that allows us to believe that we really can win.
My brother and sister-in-law helped me find an oncologist who would give me the right to fight my disease, and one who was willing to do whatever he could to give me the chance to go on with life. I had to drive 220 miles each way to get the treatments that I couldn’t find at home. But, I didn’t care one bit. I had to do what I had to do. I took the help I was offered, and I thanked God for the one doctor who would fight for me, and the only one I could find who would fight with me.
Time, however, was all he could offer. My cancer was too aggressive, he said, and had spread too far to hope that it could be cured. He felt he might extend my life to a year if I chose to take his treatments. He sent me to a colorectal surgeon that he had faith in. The surgeon who examined me felt I should have colorectal surgery immediately. However, my oncologist told me that I didn’t have enough lifetime left to consider the surgery. I needed to get the chemotherapy drugs started as quickly as possible. So, I was given 51 hours of three different chemotherapy drugs, and one drug booster, every other week for six months.
I nearly died of pneumonia after the first chemotherapy treatment. I wanted to die after the second, as the drugs were burning my esophagus so badly I could barely sip water. I couldn’t take the third treatment because my blood counts (neutrophils) were so very low. It was at that time in my battle with cancer and the horribl
Kiran is right. It’s unpardonable, what everyone is doing to h...
Sitting on a cot on the semi-terrace outside her room, 20-year-old Kiran (name changed) pulls the strings of the jute chaarpai, murmuring in rage. It is anger tempered by the presence of her mother-in-law in the courtyard downstairs. It has been five months since Kiran has gone out to answer nature’s call alone. Women like her are not trusted to be allowed out alone even for that. Kiran was raped by four men repeatedly over four days in different parts of Haryana like Panipat, Sonepat and Kurukshetra before being dumped at the Panipat Railway Station. That was on 28 September 2012. Last month, on 24 April, she was sentenced to a ten-day imprisonment. “The judge, my father, my brother, my husband, my mother-in-law and the biraadari—they are collectively raping my head. Still,” says Kiran.
The month she was raped, 12 more gangrapes were reported. Yet, in many quarters, her case has become a cautionary tale—the risks of a woman, especially one of a ‘lower caste’ landless community, exerting her free will and demanding justice.
In caste terms, Kiran is a Dhanuk.
Banwasa village is in Gohana town of Sonepat district. It is crisscrossed by paddy and vegetable fields. The Dhanuks who live here, like in other North Indian villages, are considered untouchable. Their houses are on the outskirts of the village. Their traditional job was to remove night soil from ‘upper caste’ houses, but they have long switched to working as agricultural hands, basket weavers, midwives and construction labourers. Landless and ostracised, their only sense of security is their biraadari, which acts as a tool of social control and an informal welfare association.
As she talks about the rape for the first time in many months without the fear of being judged, Kiran starts crying.
“Don’t cry, they want to break you down through character assassination,” I tell her. “Can you tell that to my father and my husband?” she says.
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On 28 September 2012, Kiran was at her parent’s place in Banwasa, when Sunita, a neighbourhood housewife, gave her a message that her husband Sudeep had come to meet her near a local railway crossing.
“I had told him once that I want to meet him outside the house like they do in Dilwale Dulhaniya le Jayenge. When the boy comes to get the girl? I thought that’s why he had come to meet me,” says Kiran.
As soon as she reached the outskirts of the village, two men of Khandrai village— Sunil and Sanjay—kidnapped her and took her to a rice field on the Gohana-Kakrohi road. They were later joined by Anil of Ahmedpur Majra village and Sarvan of Hadtari village. Two of them pinned her hands down while the third and fourth raped her. “They laughed as they ripped my clothes with a blade and described my body parts to each other. I was a toy they were trying out.”
From the paddy field to a mini-van to the Brahmsarovar in Kurukshetra to a small room next to railway tracks in Panipat, the ordeal continued. “I begged them to let me go.” They didn’t. She was asked to discard her clothes and change into an old salwar kameez. She remembers waking up the fifth day and fleeing.
Kiran registered a case with the Sonepat police. It took over a week to arrest the four rapists and Sunita, who had allegedly helped them.
According to Yashpal Singh, DSP, Gohana, “We registered Kiran’s statement under Section 164. Once a statement is recorded under this section, rape is confirmed. During the interrogation, the rapists confirmed Kiran’s accusations.” A medical examination conducted at Gohana civil hospital also indicated rape.
Over the next three months, however, Kiran was labelled a prostitute, a thief, a serial offender and a Dalit nymphomaniac. Her in-laws threatened to abandon her, the parents wanted to get rid of her.
“They kept saying, ‘Why did you leave the house? Why didn’t you tell your parents [where you were going]?’” she says. When she was 17, Kiran had eloped with a lover. That episode was cited as justification of her rape, as if her past record had called it upon her. “She ran away with a mechanic from a nearby village,” says a relative of hers who does not wish to be identified, “Her brother Gurmeet brought her back and tried to hang her. We intervened and saved her life. She has always been like this.”
Kiran is the second of five children born to a beldar and his daily-wage labourer wife. They share a two-room hut made of corrugated tin and decaying wood, and led a simple life until what happened to Kiran. “We suddenly did not deserve to be talked to because our daughter was raped and she filed a case. She did not know that poor people do not fight cases in courts,” says the mother. The family’s primary source of income is the daily wage of
The month she was raped, 12 more gangrapes were reported. Yet, in many quarters, her case has become a cautionary tale—the risks of a woman, especially one of a ‘lower caste’ landless community, exerting her free will and demanding justice.
In caste terms, Kiran is a Dhanuk.
Banwasa village is in Gohana town of Sonepat district. It is crisscrossed by paddy and vegetable fields. The Dhanuks who live here, like in other North Indian villages, are considered untouchable. Their houses are on the outskirts of the village. Their traditional job was to remove night soil from ‘upper caste’ houses, but they have long switched to working as agricultural hands, basket weavers, midwives and construction labourers. Landless and ostracised, their only sense of security is their biraadari, which acts as a tool of social control and an informal welfare association.
As she talks about the rape for the first time in many months without the fear of being judged, Kiran starts crying.
“Don’t cry, they want to break you down through character assassination,” I tell her. “Can you tell that to my father and my husband?” she says.
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On 28 September 2012, Kiran was at her parent’s place in Banwasa, when Sunita, a neighbourhood housewife, gave her a message that her husband Sudeep had come to meet her near a local railway crossing.
“I had told him once that I want to meet him outside the house like they do in Dilwale Dulhaniya le Jayenge. When the boy comes to get the girl? I thought that’s why he had come to meet me,” says Kiran.
As soon as she reached the outskirts of the village, two men of Khandrai village— Sunil and Sanjay—kidnapped her and took her to a rice field on the Gohana-Kakrohi road. They were later joined by Anil of Ahmedpur Majra village and Sarvan of Hadtari village. Two of them pinned her hands down while the third and fourth raped her. “They laughed as they ripped my clothes with a blade and described my body parts to each other. I was a toy they were trying out.”
From the paddy field to a mini-van to the Brahmsarovar in Kurukshetra to a small room next to railway tracks in Panipat, the ordeal continued. “I begged them to let me go.” They didn’t. She was asked to discard her clothes and change into an old salwar kameez. She remembers waking up the fifth day and fleeing.
Kiran registered a case with the Sonepat police. It took over a week to arrest the four rapists and Sunita, who had allegedly helped them.
According to Yashpal Singh, DSP, Gohana, “We registered Kiran’s statement under Section 164. Once a statement is recorded under this section, rape is confirmed. During the interrogation, the rapists confirmed Kiran’s accusations.” A medical examination conducted at Gohana civil hospital also indicated rape.
Over the next three months, however, Kiran was labelled a prostitute, a thief, a serial offender and a Dalit nymphomaniac. Her in-laws threatened to abandon her, the parents wanted to get rid of her.
“They kept saying, ‘Why did you leave the house? Why didn’t you tell your parents [where you were going]?’” she says. When she was 17, Kiran had eloped with a lover. That episode was cited as justification of her rape, as if her past record had called it upon her. “She ran away with a mechanic from a nearby village,” says a relative of hers who does not wish to be identified, “Her brother Gurmeet brought her back and tried to hang her. We intervened and saved her life. She has always been like this.”
Kiran is the second of five children born to a beldar and his daily-wage labourer wife. They share a two-room hut made of corrugated tin and decaying wood, and led a simple life until what happened to Kiran. “We suddenly did not deserve to be talked to because our daughter was raped and she filed a case. She did not know that poor people do not fight cases in courts,” says the mother. The family’s primary source of income is the daily wage of
Wednesday 17 June 2015
My brother got a new life!...
Today I want to talk about the most difficult phase of my life. Almost 6 months back, my brother, 23 years of age then had a major operation in emergency when his intenstine bursted all of a sudden. He would complain of excruciating pain in the abdomen for years and we had gotten many tests also done but nothing ever came out in the tests. Little did we know what lay ahead.
He was admitted in the hospital immediately and we were told that he had to be operated immediately since the intestine had bursted so everything inside was turning poison. Before the operation, my bro was cold and had no pulse. He was given pulse so that he could be operated. The doctors told my dad that the chances that my bro would make it were very slim and that he might go into a coma or other terrible things could happen to him. But we had no option. After almost an hour of operation, the senior doctor came out and told my dad that everything was fine and almost after a 3 long hours, the operation was completed and my brother was saved after his intestine was mended.
But the doctors said that it was a major operation and that they had not closed the stitches because there’s infection and that until the infection is gone, they can’t stitch it. My brother and dad were in the hospital for almost a month where my brother had to struggle every day. Sometimes, he would be totally hopeless because of the pain and because of not being able to do the things we all take for granted. And he would doubt it if he would ever make it. The infection was taking a lot of time to go away already when my brother caught fever which would not go away. He had a temperature of 105 degree Celsius which didn’t go away for a week. The doctors were all worried and tried everything but the fever wouldn’t come down. They finally took to the last resort of going for the very high medication for pneumonia. Luckily it worked and my brother’s body found way back to the normal body temperature. Also, the added advantage of the high dosage brought the infection under control which went away in a week and then finally my brother’s stomach was stitched.
He came home along with dad after a month. It was no less than a miracle for all of us to see him today getting back on the feet. He still reminisces the time he had fought for his life every single day when being normal was a luxury and a far-fetched dream and still owes it big time to the team of doctors which included Dr. Lavneesh along with Dr.Keshav and Dr.Sanjay due to whom he got a new life!
He was admitted in the hospital immediately and we were told that he had to be operated immediately since the intestine had bursted so everything inside was turning poison. Before the operation, my bro was cold and had no pulse. He was given pulse so that he could be operated. The doctors told my dad that the chances that my bro would make it were very slim and that he might go into a coma or other terrible things could happen to him. But we had no option. After almost an hour of operation, the senior doctor came out and told my dad that everything was fine and almost after a 3 long hours, the operation was completed and my brother was saved after his intestine was mended.
But the doctors said that it was a major operation and that they had not closed the stitches because there’s infection and that until the infection is gone, they can’t stitch it. My brother and dad were in the hospital for almost a month where my brother had to struggle every day. Sometimes, he would be totally hopeless because of the pain and because of not being able to do the things we all take for granted. And he would doubt it if he would ever make it. The infection was taking a lot of time to go away already when my brother caught fever which would not go away. He had a temperature of 105 degree Celsius which didn’t go away for a week. The doctors were all worried and tried everything but the fever wouldn’t come down. They finally took to the last resort of going for the very high medication for pneumonia. Luckily it worked and my brother’s body found way back to the normal body temperature. Also, the added advantage of the high dosage brought the infection under control which went away in a week and then finally my brother’s stomach was stitched.
He came home along with dad after a month. It was no less than a miracle for all of us to see him today getting back on the feet. He still reminisces the time he had fought for his life every single day when being normal was a luxury and a far-fetched dream and still owes it big time to the team of doctors which included Dr. Lavneesh along with Dr.Keshav and Dr.Sanjay due to whom he got a new life!
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