CHETAN
A stroke of luck… Like all life-altering events, my existence now has a clear demarcation between before and after.
It was a month shy of my 40th birthday when disaster occurred. I was diagnosed with a scar for life, no doubt caused by my own carelessness and nonchalant attitude to everything. Early assessments by the neurosurgeon were encouraging and I was informed that I would make an almost complete recovery. Still, for someone who had never spent an hour as a patient in any institution, this was totally a new experience.
At the clinic, a very humane doctor, A.M was entrusted with my case. He asked for an MRI and blood was discovered in my brain. He took some time to talk to me broadly about my health woes. He was kind and for that I will eternally be thankful.
Some weeks later, I decided to follow my neurological treatment at a public institution. Incidentally, the same one where I took birth. My praises go to the public workers; for their immense kindness and great service to our population. As my health improves, I realize that my life now has more meaning than ever. For that, I am thankful. Have I ever felt as close to my family and friends? In all likelihood, no.