Be Good … My Little Friend
……said the old friend, with a pat on his back and a pinch on his cheek. He wasn’t even listening. He didn’t care. His concentration was on those stickers that the nurse is sorting out for him. The old school doctors have these smart ways to please kids who come for the treatment. A treatment of a kind that is generally unbearable even to an adult patient.
She didn’t mind his carelessness either. Its almost as if they were connected to each other at a level that is hard to understand; as if they know themselves and that they don’t need to go through this emotional farewell; as if they know about each others feelings with out even having to express them.
With a smile, she indulged in her geeky medical conversation with a peer sitting in the same room. Took a peek in to that microscope to examine the slide with a drop of human blood on it. And then, she took a peek again; and did it again.
His mom and dad were awaiting a word. They felt those few seconds to be the longest wait in their life. There was that fear in their eyes. The same fear that terrified them 4 years ago in the same room. They remembered all those moments when they had to rush to that hospital with no (or very less) hope of the kid’s life.
As the wait continues, tears rolled down his Mom’s eyes. No wonder she kept them all inside her that long. His father started to shake a bit with the uncertainty of what comes next. He was away in a different country for the last 9 months, with all his heart at home in Chennai. They had to make that tough decision for a greater good. But now, he is back. Back with an intention to take his wife and kid along. He knows the how crucial is the decision that the 60 year old doc is about to make.
The doctor took her time and with a smile on her face, said
Everything is alright ma.. He’s gonna be perfectly alright. All the very best to you.
By the time she finished her sentence, the mom completely broke in to tears. It took some time to gather herself and realize that the tussle is over. The dad was relieved and took his time to finally speak out to the doctor.
Doctor, we remember how broken were we when we came running to this place 4 years ago. Today, we stand here with the same week heart not knowing how to thank you enough. You literally gave life to my son. Thank you very much for what you have done.”
And then he takes his time to gather himself.
Interestingly, the little kid has no clue as to why his parents are crying. He lives in a different world. In his world, it is normal to have that painful injection to the spine every month. He thinks that it is the way of life. He just didn’t know what he has gone through in the last 4 years. He thinks he is special and privileged to wear that mask every time he steps out of the house. In his world, it is not usual to eat anything with out boiling. His world has no chocolates, No Lays Chips and No Lolly-pops. Heck….Not even the backed cakes. He know it as a very healthy world. He eats a lot of fruits and vegetables. Every thing boiled.
The parent were still worried about his future. They had a lot of questions in their mind.
What is going to happen if someone knows about his health history?
Will he be able to mingle with all other kids like a normal kid?
Is he going to be normal in future?
If he knows that all the rules around him were because of his health (and not because he was special), how does he react?
And I told them, Jut one thing.
He’s a born winner. He knows the struggle better than many others know. So, he can handle the reality better than many other can.