It's been over a month since I quit my job. Exams, higher studies and all that. But my ties with my old work place and some of the wonderful people I've met there have stood rooted. I am still in touch with a few patients here and there who send me loving "miss you" messages that make my day.
One of my patient's daughter put up a Facebook status asking for financial help. They were never poor. They weren't rich either. They got by. It has somehow affected me deeply. Does cancer push someone to such a place? I cannot even imagine what state they must be in.
Every single day, I would see dozens of patients who were struggling. Physically, emotionally, psychologically, and financially. They were struggling to come to terms with reality. To understand that some of them didn't have very long to live. It's gut wrenching to live in such kind of fear. The fear of knowing that the end is approaching. I saw so many people who desperately wanted to live longer. This is precisely why the suicide of a 15 year old girl from my sister school angered me. It made me so very angry to know that while there are people who are dying to live, there were people living to die. Life is a gift that is too damn precious to throw away. Not every soul is blessed with a human life. And those who are, shouldn't throw it away willingly. If you want to die, come and visit a cancer Center. Your life may fall into perspective.
In the face of adversity, people have stood tall. I'll forever remember Mrs V who told me I was like her daughter and if I believe she can pull through, she believes the same. I won't ever forget Mrs Y who would ask me to hold her hand and come see her every now and then. She loved coming to our hospital because she found us warm. I vividly remember standing and talking to Mrs A. I saw something amiss. Unmistakably, it was the sparkle in her eyes.
We can deny angels exist, convince ourselves they can't be real. But they show up anyway, at strange places and at strange times. They can speak through any character we can imagine. They'll shout through demons if they have to. Daring us, challenging us to fight.
One of my patient's daughter put up a Facebook status asking for financial help. They were never poor. They weren't rich either. They got by. It has somehow affected me deeply. Does cancer push someone to such a place? I cannot even imagine what state they must be in.
Every single day, I would see dozens of patients who were struggling. Physically, emotionally, psychologically, and financially. They were struggling to come to terms with reality. To understand that some of them didn't have very long to live. It's gut wrenching to live in such kind of fear. The fear of knowing that the end is approaching. I saw so many people who desperately wanted to live longer. This is precisely why the suicide of a 15 year old girl from my sister school angered me. It made me so very angry to know that while there are people who are dying to live, there were people living to die. Life is a gift that is too damn precious to throw away. Not every soul is blessed with a human life. And those who are, shouldn't throw it away willingly. If you want to die, come and visit a cancer Center. Your life may fall into perspective.
In the face of adversity, people have stood tall. I'll forever remember Mrs V who told me I was like her daughter and if I believe she can pull through, she believes the same. I won't ever forget Mrs Y who would ask me to hold her hand and come see her every now and then. She loved coming to our hospital because she found us warm. I vividly remember standing and talking to Mrs A. I saw something amiss. Unmistakably, it was the sparkle in her eyes.
We can deny angels exist, convince ourselves they can't be real. But they show up anyway, at strange places and at strange times. They can speak through any character we can imagine. They'll shout through demons if they have to. Daring us, challenging us to fight.
