Unexpected Attack

One fine morning while returning from the washroom I felt a sudden and extreme trembling in my left leg. I quickly called my wife. I said – “Hold me. My leg is faltering”. She came running from the kitchen and exerted all her strength for holding me straight. But, somehow, I slipped from her protective embrace and fell on the ground...safely. Almost 2 months back I was diagnosed with acute brain haemorrhage. Only about a week ago I was able to peruse through the records of my CT scan and MRI report. My wife had hidden all medical reports and prescriptions at an inaccessible site. There was unrestrained and acute bleeding happening inside my brain. The bleeding was invisible, occurring clandestinly inside brain, but its symptom was visible. A severe paralytic attack left the entire left part of my body numb and non-functional. While my wife rushed to a local hospital carrying me in autorickshaw I could see and feel the terrified expression engulfing her ever smiling cheerful face. My 2 years old son was clung to her bosom. Repeatedly and restlessly, he used to bend his neck and look at me with inquisitive stares. Perhaps his big round eyes were expressing that his innocent instinct was accurately understanding every minute detail of the incident. I tried smiling at him just to balm the situation. After reaching hospital an immediate CT scan was done. Sitting on a wheelchair I saw my wife’s face altering intensely serious while talking with the neurologist. Possibly they were discussing about the CT scan report-purposely standing at an inaudible distance from me. After the discussion was over, I called my wife. Her face was drenched with perspiration and drops of tears were trickling down her eyes. I tightly clasped her hand and looking straight into her moistened eyes I said- “Keep faith in God. And keep courage. Everything will be fine.” I was about to convey something more when a hospital staff motioned me to a bed with side rails- thereafter injecting some medicines which left me in a dizzy state. When I regained consciousness, I got to know through my sister that I was brought to a better hospital in Patna. Ultimately a stretcher carrying me dragged forward towards ICU. And since then, I was alienated from the outside world. Those days of my admittance in hospital were unpleasant, painful and bleak. I felt enslaved within a traumatic world. The heart-rending sound of moaning screams and cries from various nooks and corners of the ICU hall persistently pierced my ears. Sooner or later, I accepted the fact that natural adversity, in any form, doesn’t discriminate. Henceforth, I positively accustomed and sympathized my mind to immediate surrounding. Subsequently I sensed that my tolerance for absorbing pain, resilience and will power got an unexpected boost. My navigation through the journey of self-struggle became easier. Presently I am recuperating exceptionally well beyond my own reasonable expectations. My courage and fighting spirit is intact. I extend my heartfelt and deep gratitude to numerous people and institutions for their care and support. Today I feel eternally happy seeing the ever-smiling face of my beloved wife. And my sweet child playing blissfully beside me.