She was 14 and hardly 20 kg in weight. Her
frame had nothing except bones only. But she was very cheerful and kept herself
engaged in activities she liked. She kept her spirits high and heightened ours
as well. Yes, I am talking of my daughter who was suffering from Acute
Lymphoblastic Leukemia (a type of blood cancer) and was under a chemotherapy
regime at CMC, Vellore. The treatment of the dreaded disease being more painful
than the disease itself, my little daughter showed indomitable courage to
combat it. We had to rent a house to stay in Vellore for about a year for her
treatment. It is during this period she learnt to make tea and cook her
favourite snacks. She would prepare the eatables and sell them to us for a
price and enjoyed the business. Every week some drug or other was administered
to her and that kept her dull and dejected for three to four days. She was
unable to move because of the extreme weakness. She was unable to eat as she
was under constant influence of nausea because of the side effects of the
poisonous drugs. For the two days of the week when she felt relatively better she
was very active and wanted to eat tasty things. My wife tried to prepare things
of her choice but her almost dead taste buds could not relish them. In order to
make her busy and forget the painful treatment my wife asked her to help her in
preparing something she liked. Thus, in spite of her weakness my daughter
accepted her mother’s challenge and enjoyed cooking with her. Prior to this she
had never been to the kitchen even to warm a glass of water.
One evening when I returned from the market
doing some grocery shopping she came to me with a tray containing a cup of tea
and some pakodas. The tray was trembling as she did not have the strength to
hold it tightly. I took the tray from her hand began reprimanding her for her
dare devil act. But she was so much overjoyed with her achievement that she
ignored my grumble and told me with a smile writ large on her face, “Papa I
have prepared everything that you see in this tray. And I have come to sell
these to you.” I could hardly believe my eyes. My suffering daughter has
prepared all these for me!! My wife confirmed, “Yes, She has done everything
with a little bit of guidance from me.” Tears welled up in my eyes and I
embraced my little princess. But she shouted in her feeble voice,”No, No that
will not do. You will have to pay me.” “How much, my darling?” I asked. “One
hundred and fifty Rupees” averred my little princess, “One hundred for the
Pakodas and fifty for the tea.” I gave her two hundred rupee notes which she
gladly accepted but regretted for not having ₹50/- to return to me. I told her
to keep that as an advance for another cup of tea on the next day.
Needless to say my daughter learnt the art of
cooking in the most trying circumstances and that pastime helped her to overcome
the ordeals of the painful chemotherapy. That also gave us the mental strength
to deal with the situation. And today, seven years ahead of that incident my
little princess has become a good cook and prepares very delicious fast food. Not
only that her never say die attitude towards life has made our entire family
quite optimistic.
Really touched by your post and kudos to the family for fighting with grit and determination.
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