money..money..money

Cancer claimed a young life yesterday. A 33 year old young man who was working as a peon passed away.

Yesterday morning, my husband got a message asking for help to admit this young man in a charity hospital for treatment. Immediately he contacted many people and somehow managed to get admission for the patient on priority basis, and also on partial payment. Then he tried to arrange donors to meet the expenses. Before he could complete his calls, he got a further message informing that the young man was no more.

We came to know that this man had been knocking at the doors of the charity hospital for the past three months. Though he was given treatment as an out patient, he could not be given admission for that very important surgical procedure which could have saved his life, and the reason was that the waiting list was too long. It is understandable because people from all over India come to this particular hospital for treatment.

On hearing this news, I recalled all the success stories of people whom I know personally. The 40 year old NRI who beat a deadly tumor because he has the dollar magic. The 50 year old police officer, who is today continuing with her gun-toting job as she had the support of the government. The 55 year old publisher who hails from an affluent family.. A 64 year old teacher who is this day fighting a valiant battle, with the promise of 100 percent survival as she has a good bank balance. Though I am happy for every one of them, my heart grows heavy, that young lives are lost and their families are left without the bread winner, as they have neither money nor the right contacts. Wish that Indian population were small enough and the waiting lists were not there! Wish tht no one should be deprived of their right to education, right to live,  just because the population is huge!

Light at the end of the tunnel….

A young friend of our family who is just in his forties, has survived cancer of the brain, and after a yearlong hospitalization has just returned home in time to enjoy  the festival of lights. You can see a photograph showing the myriad glow of lamps lit up to welcome him home. 

My treatment is almost over. Though the food is still tasteless, and the tummy is squeezy and my legs are week, I am glad the chemo cycles are over. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.. So I am determined to celebrate Diwali in a way that will be comfortable for me. This is what I have done.

I have drawn the rangoli on canvass and decorated it with gold tassels and glass pieces. Because sitting down on the floor and drawing the traditional kolam with powders is impossible this year. The flip side is I can preserve this rangoli since it is on canvass. The diyas (earthern lamps) were purchased and decorated by my daughter. will order a sweet or two to stick to the tradition. Mysorepa specifically, as it is a constant reminder of my dear mother who is no more. My daughter has newly acquired a passion for baking. So she will bake a cake for diwali. I have posted a photograph on the FB to greet all friends. Will take a drive to enjoy the sights and sounds of diwali… Perfect.

At this moment my heart goes out to all those people, especially the children and the elderly who are in the low immunity bracket, and who still form the major chunk of cancer patients. Though they would not be able to go out and enjoy the festivities as the Diwali pollution is harmful for them, I wish they get to watch TV and browse the net and social sites to keep afloat. 

My one request to you is call up and talk to people who are lonely or in distress, they will feel good and you too will feel good.

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my grand niece(3yrs old) will wear this outfit.Image

 my brother will eat this ‘murukku’  and i am glad looking at a picture of it and talking about it with him.Image