16 days before…
“Your daughter’s jaundice is increasing day by day, Mr. Sharma.” The doctor who was operating my sister informed my father when he reached the hospital with tea for her.
The doctor was accepting any word from my father but he remained quiet so the doctor continued further:
“I am referring her to Apollo Hospital. So please get the transfer papers signed by ……………” he gave dozens of names to him and my father did the same. The doctor had sensed the problem but afraid to tell it to my father because of lack of evidence that’s why he forwarded the case to Apollo hospital, the well-known hospital for his equipment and world class doctors. When my sister heard that she is being shifted to Apollo, she was very excited because of the beauty of building of Apollo. She was unaware that this will be the last trip of her, in her consciousness.
Now as the matter was becoming serious, the news was also getting spread everywhere rapidly. Everyone who heard the news comes to the home and asks the same question:
“What happened to her?”
And I and my mother had the same answer to the question:
And then starts the series of advices of different treatment. My mother was ready to test everything she heard but it was my father who stops her every time.
In Apollo she remained for 3 days. No doctor came to operate her, no special medicine given to her, nothing happened. The thing which happened was visitor’s arrival and their departure. My father was with her 24 hours a day. From the MH one more problem has added with her, stomach pain. Her stomach was getting big and hard day by day. She had stopped to go to toilet. Her liver stopped working normally. This was the second symptom of the decease.
My father asked about this to doctor so he replied:
“Mr. Sharma, see you are a normal man, right, but still it is possible that 90% of your liver will not be working properly. So I mean to say that even a normal person can have 90% of liver failure and we are giving her medicine for stomach pain. So don’t worry Mr. Sharma your daughter is in the safe hands of ours.” But my father was not satisfied with doctor’s last line.
The problem of stomach pain was getting more severe day by day. She was finding difficulty in sleeping in nights because of which my father also has to awake the whole night. One night she was feeling pain in stomach, she tried a lot to hide her pain from father so that he can sleep but the pain was severe. So she scolded father:
“Why you can’t sleep. I will sleep after some time.” She never ever talked to father like that. Her tone was really high. After these words she started to cry. This cry was the result of guilt which every disabled person has. My father also wanted to cry but he can’t do so. The irony of being father…
I, along my mother went to hospital every day to meet her. But on that day, in place of me, my uncle went to see her. Uncle first met to my father and took details and then my father took him to the bed of my sister. My father jokingly asked my sister:
“Tell me, who is he?”
“I know, Sandeep (My name) came to meet me.” She replied. She was unable to recognize uncle and mistaken him with me.
My father rushed towards the doctor and told him the whole story. This was the third symptom, confusion in recognizing. Disease reached the brain….