I pamper my lustrous,voluminous dark hair with shampoos,conditioners and sera.The gels hold them in an impressive array,never a strand out of place! I change my hair style depending on the mood and occasion.I admire people with long hair and pony tails but my serious medical profession does not allow such liberties and eccentricities. I am constantly under the scanner of my patients who want me to be serious looking all the time. I have to be formal. Short hair suits me fine. Also,the city heat demands their short length.
I got a shock of my life when I saw my hair line recede by approximately a millimeter,my hair had started a march of slow death and the drumbeats of their doom started beating in my heart. I would soon search for them like a farmer searching for green grass in an arid land! A major cosmetic calamity was on the way. I grimly visualised my comb's tearful funeral in my mind. Certainly, all my near and dear female fans would join the funeral,weeping their hearts out for my hair.
Then, I met Pranav!
Pranav had presented to me with multiple swellings in his neck-lymph nodes which on biopsy revealed the dreaded disease-Hodgkin's Lymphoma-a type of blood cancer which required cycles of potent anti cancer drugs-Chemotherapy. They would bombard his delicate immune system leading to fatal infections. Sterility would prevail casting a grievious doubt on his future progeny, Nausea would be his constant companion and Hairfall would be least of his worries.He was a young college student with ambitions and dreams, Now the main objective uppermost in his mind was Survival! As the chemotherapy began, his hair rapidly fell off and soon he became bald but took it very sportingly and wore his favourite football club's bandana! His hairfall did not bother him any longer and he accepted his new look in a positive way.
Hs parents used to cry though at times in his absence, silently cursing the almighty for their darling son's plight.
Neither the disease, Nor the chemotherapy failed to wipe the smile off Pranav's face! His will power and a positive attitude killed the disease.Soon, he was in remission-cure stage.He feels that his bandana makes him look so cool! I agree with him all the times.
We worry about minor problems when major battles are being fought by our patients.
Since then, I have never looked at my receding hairline.
I salute Pranay and his never say die-spirit!
I got a shock of my life when I saw my hair line recede by approximately a millimeter,my hair had started a march of slow death and the drumbeats of their doom started beating in my heart. I would soon search for them like a farmer searching for green grass in an arid land! A major cosmetic calamity was on the way. I grimly visualised my comb's tearful funeral in my mind. Certainly, all my near and dear female fans would join the funeral,weeping their hearts out for my hair.
Then, I met Pranav!
Pranav had presented to me with multiple swellings in his neck-lymph nodes which on biopsy revealed the dreaded disease-Hodgkin's Lymphoma-a type of blood cancer which required cycles of potent anti cancer drugs-Chemotherapy. They would bombard his delicate immune system leading to fatal infections. Sterility would prevail casting a grievious doubt on his future progeny, Nausea would be his constant companion and Hairfall would be least of his worries.He was a young college student with ambitions and dreams, Now the main objective uppermost in his mind was Survival! As the chemotherapy began, his hair rapidly fell off and soon he became bald but took it very sportingly and wore his favourite football club's bandana! His hairfall did not bother him any longer and he accepted his new look in a positive way.
Hs parents used to cry though at times in his absence, silently cursing the almighty for their darling son's plight.
Neither the disease, Nor the chemotherapy failed to wipe the smile off Pranav's face! His will power and a positive attitude killed the disease.Soon, he was in remission-cure stage.He feels that his bandana makes him look so cool! I agree with him all the times.
We worry about minor problems when major battles are being fought by our patients.
Since then, I have never looked at my receding hairline.
I salute Pranay and his never say die-spirit!
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