Will Power

When I suggested my father, to get the sonography done because his stomach problem had dragged too long, I only echoed the words of my mother who had repeatedly asked him to do so. I had come to Goa, my home, during the vacations from Indore, where I had been studying for my BCA.

By the time sonography happened, I was back in Indore, studying for my exams.

In the brief long distance calls, I was unable to realise that something was wrong. Long distance calls were costly, the cellphone, still a toy of the rich, so it was usually my side of the story that made it through. How convenient it was, for me, to assume that everything was fine. Always had been fine, will be fine.

When maa told that Father was to be shifted to New Delhi, I thought something was serious. I was told there was an infection in his stomach, a “little” surgery had to be done. My sister was to be in Delhi, skipping her school.

In the conversations that followed, maa began to use the word “tumor” instead of “infection”.

Then one night, during a call, I asked Maa.

“Maa, is it cancer?”

The silence, followed by a reply that was bound by cluttered words formed by an unprepared mind, unfolded exactly what I had not been told all this while.

I paused.

I was instructed not to go there. Only after the exams, was I allowed to visit Delhi. Anything other than this, and I would end up adding to the despair my mother had been facing.

Two operations followed. Father had responded well after the second operation. His left hand was swollen with the IVs they had attached to him. There was no more space for thin, mean needles to go in, but it was okay with him.

It was all a matter of will power, he said.

Maa stayed 20 days (and nights) at the hospital, most of the times, sleeping on the bedsheet with a thin foam, on the floor. Not once did she complain. People asked her to let me skip college that year. Everyone expected my sister to repeat her tenth grade school the next year.

When I reached Delhi after my exams, I thought I would be staying with Maa, till the time Father was relieved. Instead, I was summoned to take my sister to Goa and was to stay with her as long as I could. No one was to skip an academic year, were Maa’s orders.

Apart from the support my father got from the family, it was the positive attitude that worked for him. And yes, Will power. The willingness to see through something like this, is half the battle won.

Today Father has fully recovered from Colon Cancer, all that remains is a scar on the stomach. But with that, he chooses to be reminded of his courage that made him look forward to life.

14 thoughts on “Will Power

  1. I admire the spirit with which your parents faced the disease. I am sure couyrage, hope and apositive spirit went a long away in the healing.
    My best wishes are with your parents and you all.

  2. I admire the spirit with which your parents faced the disease. I am sure courage, hope and a positive spirit went a long away in the healing.
    My best wishes are with your parents and you all.

  3. A very touching post. I can identify myself with what u underwent! But I will leave that story for someother time…

    :-)

    Smiles etc.,

    Smyta

  4. Aditya: So glad your father fought it out bravely. And yes you are very lucky too.
    Not many are when they face this dreaded cancer dieases but from personal experience
    they do not go down without a fight.
    Take care of your Maa and Dad.

  5. truman, glad ur dad had come out of it. it needs a raw will power to combact the disease. the
    family members also goes through the agony simultaneously. money, status all material benifits
    becomes irrelevant. u understand that life is short. becomes still more shorter due to cancer.
    u stop hating people. u start to appreciate every things taht life offers. All cancer patients
    are brave. i salute ur dad for his courage, i respect ur family members for the support they
    would have given to him. as u said early detection is the watch word. awarness is the need of
    the hour. your are lucky. i am not. my better half is no more. cancer has won.

  6. The courage and the positive attitude of your parents is indeed admirable. There is so much one can learn and derive from folks such as your parents. I am glad your father has recovered completely now. This was a very touching post.

  7. I am touched with all the comments here. Words fail me. I don’t know, I am not known for reflecting personal life incidents here, but the response has been touching. Thank you, to everyone.

    :-)

  8. Dear aditya(left-hand),
    I got inspired from your Dad’s will-power and your mom’s courage.My heartful wishes to your dad&mom.and i also congratulate u for writing this sensitive article in such a manner that u obivously deserve the award.

    with luv
    your’s anna

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