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The wait has come to an end. The due date is no more due. I was rushed to the delivery room of the hospital. A few moments later, my beautiful daughter was born. The doctor called Amit inside, and with a twinkle in her eyes she asked, “Would you like to see your daughter?” and then placed the tiny bundle in his arms. With moist eyes, he bent over her and whispered, “Welcome to the world” and gently kissed her on the forehead. Our happiness cannot be described as the part of us had literally brought to life, and we named our new life 'Amaya'.
Days passed by so quickly. Each and every milestone of Amaya, though quite delayed from other children of her age, brought us immense pride and joy. But our happiness did not last long. She turned two and we celebrated her birthday with friends and family. Next day, Amaya had a fever and cold. We took her to the doctor and she prescribed her medicines for five days. But her fever did not reduce even after a week and so we visited the doctor again. She advised for some tests to be carried out straight away. Thus, a series of tests such as ‘blood peripheral smear' and ‘bone marrow aspiration' were performed. Reports arrived and the doctor called us to her cabin. With a sombre face, she said, “I regret to inform you that Amaya has been diagnosed with Leukaemia”. We instantly froze, not believing what we just heard, and fumbled with words. Doctor asked us to keep calm and urged us to hospitalise Amaya as early as possible. We admitted her same day as we did not want to delay her treatment anymore and expected her to return to full health soon. But God seemed to be harsh on us. As the days passed by, her health kept worsening and there were no signs of improvement. Day and night we sat beside her with our mind oscillating between hope and hopelessness.
On the 15th day, the doctor, with a stern expression on her face, confessed, “I do not want you to keep in false hopes anymore. Amaya's health had been deteriorated and there is no more possibility of her recovery. She had only a few days left.” Those words struck like thunder in our ears and we felt crushed and betrayed. Mustering up some strength, we both came back to Amaya and we three hugged each other with tears running down our cheeks. Amit broke down completely. I experienced the deepest pain in my heart and my soul cried out. All the wonderful moments of two years spent with her flashed in my mind within seconds. It seemed like only yesterday that she was born and made me complete. I held Amaya so close that I could actually hear her heartbeats. My grief has no end and I kept cycling around denial, anger and depression. I cursed destiny for being so cruel and wished no mother on this earth has to ever face the same. At that moment I decided that I can and I will save no less than one mother from experiencing the same and so I decided to donate organs of Amaya. I conveyed my decision to Amit and he strongly supported me. After consulting the hospital authorities, the necessary paperwork was made and duly signed by us. Few more days passed and our last glimmer of hope extinguished. We lost our daughter forever.
Two years later:
It was early in the morning and I was ready to leave for ‘Ray of Light Foundation', which provides psycho-social support for children with cancer. The telephone rang. Amaya’s doctor spoke up, “I want you to meet someone, please come down to the hospital.” I agreed and reached there in no time. I approached the doctor and we exchanged pleasantries. The doctor signalled the nurse to send someone in. After a couple of minutes, a pretty girl, around four years old, stepped softly along with her mother in the room. I received strong positive vibes from the little girl and I could not take my eyes off of her. The doctor interrupted my gaze and said, “meet her, she is Shreya, the one who received your daughter Amaya's donated heart”. I was awestruck and before I could speak anything, Shreya's mother hugged me expressing tremendous emotions. She said, “your daughter Amaya is an angel for us. My daughter is alive today only because of her”. We both connected with each other very soon as we had been through the same pain, wherein I had lost my daughter and she almost lost her many times. I drew close to Shreya and embraced her warmly. The doctor handed me stethoscope and asked me to hear the heartbeats of Shreya. With trembling hands, I placed a headset in my ears and chest-piece over Shreya's chest. And then, LUB-DUB... LUB-DUB... Yes, it was my Amaya's heart, beating so loud, so clear! Tears rolled down my cheeks out of ambivalent emotions. I heard my daughter’s heartbeat for the first time in two years. The feeling was ineffable and I found Amaya to be still alive in Shreya.
The doctor informed me that Shreya suffered from ‘faulty heart valve' and she received Amaya’s heart when she was 22 months old. Now Shreya runs and plays like any other child. She added that two more lives were saved by Amaya's donated liver and kidney, as her leukaemia only affected her bone marrow and not other organs. I realised, by my one right decision, from a tragedy came the most miraculous blessings.
In the end, I plead all my readers to perceive the miracle of this priceless donation. Approximately 5 lakh people die across the nation each year due to non-availability of organs. Let us all pledge for organ donation; save lives, serve humanity.