My heart is sore and so is my soul. There are so many painful happenings in and around my life that finding time to scribble a post in full sense actually didn’t happen all this while.
I will be sharing greater details in the coming days but for now here’s the glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of what all has been happening at my end. After the successful surgery when we finally returned back home, things did look like going on a smooth sail for a few days before complications began.
My mother’s diabetes has been playing havoc with infection at the surgical site and gaping of the suture line due to infection. She is under care of the best specialists known to us, but somehow things haven’t been going as expected.
The handful of medicines she consumes with every meal wells up tears in our eyes besides seeing her in so much pain all day long. Yes, she is taking pain killers as and when necessary, but that doesn’t help when you are under excruciating pain on and off.
The misery doesn’t end there. Daily visits to the hospital for dressing are a very difficult journey to accomplish in the given circumstances. Besides, heavy rains in the past 72 hours have only made things very difficult.
It is rightly said misfortune never comes alone. While we are still struggling to learn to cope with the situation we are stuck in ever since my mother has been diagnosed with Breast Cancer, emotionally too things are on the down side.
Some major happenings in the family have only added to my mother’s emotional distress in her already battered state. I have been contemplating whether I should talk about the many issues we are facing on the family front on the blog. After much thought I think I should talk about it here (in posts coming soon) to help people understand cancer closely. How? details shall follow in the appropriate posts which I am not sure yet, but I might be writing about in a password protected post.
Pari has been coping better with the current circumstances ever since we returned back home. Though she can sense the many changes and restrictions that have been laid on her playing with her grandmother, she can be seen taking them all in good light at home than when we were in Delhi*.
As far as I am concerned, I am shaken, dead tired (already) and broken inside. While shouldering full responsibility of the home, Pari and my mother I feel fatigue and endless stress are taking a toll on my sanity and health.
Life is in its roughest phase at my end. I have so many problems and worries to address that finding time to read and respond to comments, emails, posts of my favorite bloggers or the books lying unread is beyond impossible.
I know, you’d be tempted to say, ‘this too shall pass’, though honestly I am not too sure about it this time.
The song on my find: Ye kya jagah hai doston ~ Umrao Jaan
* Name of the place changed to protect identity.