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Miracles do happens and it had happened in my life too. I am from doctor’s family and I am not an exception to it. My father and mother both are doctor and they have been my inspiration, had sowed the seed to be a doctor in me. Medicine is in our blood; I mean the science and do not go by the literal meaning.
I was too small to remember those times but could never forget those flashes of memories, deep seated in my mind. What age I was? I cannot say but how could I forget my father’s face with butterfly rashes , unexplained fever, body ache, joint pain, and his sufferings, which he never expressed but felt. He had been taken to the one of the best hospitals for the treatment but those qualified doctors could not diagnose the problem he had. He had admitted to the well-known hospitals but they failed to understand the disease. My mother was the only strength and we were the only source of inspiration to him. In the day, my mother used to work in the clinic and in the night, she used to stay in the hospital to look after my father. It had been a tough time or I can say testing time.
A few so-called doctors declared that he would not survive and he is suffering from SLE[Systemic Lupus Erythromatoses],SLE is a complex disorder affecting a predominantly young population and shares similarities with HIV infection as regards the propensity for multiple organ involvement, potentially life-threatening episodes, and need for sophisticated monitoring. SLE is an autoimmune disease , a collagen disease which was controlling my father’s body and it had affected kidney, heart, liver, spleen ….. He had heart attack a couple of times. My mother used to cry alone but never affected us instead showered her unconditional love. She was determined and never quit.Our relatives never supported us in those times though my parent helped them in their worst times.
Doctors declared that his condition is critical, but my parents were ready to face anything and have full faith in god. My father wanted to live for his wife and children but he had a weak body yet a strong mind. He had been on heavy dose of steroids, he had been taking those medicines for years and even today, he is on maintenance dose. He along with the medicines took Ayurvedic medicine to build immunity against diseases, started yoga; he really had worked hard to live healthy life. My mother helped him in recovering and she is Sati of modern era for me.
One incidence still pondering in my mind, when I was small and my father was suffering from that disease. Because of heavy dose of steroids, he used to get often irritated and angry so he asked me to bring a glass of water for him. I was too busy in playing with my doll and I did not listen to him, that made him angry and suddenly had a tight slap on my face. I was too sensitive, even raising voice and change in tone was enough to make me cry. I went in the corner and started sobbing as Papa always considered me apple of his eyes and I thought that how could he hit me when he loves me so much…….he hit me that means he does not love me anymore. I was weaving these thoughts in my mind; my father had been watching my expressions and absorbed what I was going through. It brought tears in his eyes and he came to me, sat on the floor to accompany me. He said ''beta I am sorry'' and he started weeping for his helplessness; it was the moment I felt ashamed of myself and thought that I am responsible for bringing tears in his eyes, how could I thought like that. I wiped away his tears and gave him a tight hug.This hate poem will show how much I hated that fatal disease called SLE.
SLE….I hate you
For making my father sick
I wanted to sit on my father’s shoulder
But you gave him joint pain
I wanted to play with him in park
But you gave him photosensitivity
I wanted to share my emotional things with him
But you made him emotional than me
You have taken his years
And all you gave him…
The suffering
Of body and mind
You affected his all organs
Used his body
Without his permission
You never knocked the door
Entered whenever we tried to smile
You have taken our smiles
Our hopes
BUT,
Its enough
We will not entertain you anymore
My father is strong enough to give you a hard kick.
We together, the family will throw you out
Hate you for taking our family time
Just go to hell SLE
Life had taught us tough lessons when we were too innocent for that. Thanks to God that time took a turn and my father recovered from that disease.A miracle by god's grace and my belief in god became stronger hence forth.
Despite his health conditions, he provided us the platform to show our talents. He encouraged us to strive for excellence; he inspired us to be better a person. He inculcate the positive vibes in us, he never knew the word impossible and told us the same. With god’s grace, he is with us and inspiring us, the way he did in the past. He is the best human being, father, husband…..and the best doctor who gives time to his patient and treats poor patients free. He had been a patient; empathize with his patient because he really understands what his patients are going through. I am so proud of him that not only he is treating his patients in best possible ways but also he helped himself to take control of his own life. Hats off! To you PAPA
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