Since childhood, I was always fascinated by the world of medicine. Usually, people do not like to go to hospitals and visit doctors but I was totally opposite.
I loved the smell in the hospitals. I loved the people in the white coats. I always made it a point to visit hospital on pretext of any reason. Sometimes I would just make an excuse of bad health the other times I would literally hurt myself to get dressing done by the doctor.
As I grew up, my mom would often scold me for searching google for searching the news in advancement of medicines. That had become my favourite time pass and I possibly did collect all the information which I could get online about various dreadful diseases.
I sometimes did secretly wish if I could get the disease of Cancer so that I can spend a lot more time in the hospital with the doctors all around me and with all types of medical equipment all around my body. Injections, medicines, X-ray machines…. all drew me crazy. I was obsessed with the idea of being in hospital all the time.
Later as I grew up , I came to know that I could study medicine and go to hospital regularly as a doctor rather than a patient. I started studying desperately for my exams to become a doctor and have those golden words ‘Dr.’ before my name. Much later did I realise that becoming a doctor was my childhood dream.
As luck would have it, I very easily entered the final year of M.B.B.S exam and one last paper was remaining for me to become a doctor. But on the very day of exam something very unusual happened and I could no longer hold the pen in my hands to write nor could I think clearly.
As such too I knew much about the diseases so seeing the symptoms which I was having I was worried about the dreadful disease in which muscles grow weak day by day and finally you need a life support system to live. I myself did blood tests and the other tests required to confirm the same and was very sad to know that my diagnosis was very correct. I had very few time to live now. Whatever I wished as a child, God granted it to me in adulthood when I was just about to become a doctor. Now either the disease would kill me or the treatment and I always preferred the latter.
But I did not lose hopes and kept on searching for alternative treatment. The treatment was risky and had not been yet tried on any patients but I wanted to give it a try. So I got admitted in a hospital. My father was amazed to see the glitter in my eyes on reaching the hospital. The only difference is that if things had worked out well I could have entered as a doctor but now I was a patient fighting to live.
I would often have all the surgery books besides my bed and go on reading them all day long. The doctor attending me somehow came to know how much interested I was in the field of medicine.
Days passed by and we both became close friends. The more close we came the more he felt scared to treat me because in his heart he was not sure whether the treatment will work. It did work in the beginning but the disease did relapse and it was even worse and only he knew it that I needed the immediate surgery else I would die. I could see the fear of my death in his eyes. The success rate of the surgery was very low.
One evening he went home early and later came nicely dressed in the hospital. He came to me and made me sit on a wheelchair. Later he took me to the terrace garden where only two of us were present. Instead of a nice dress, I was just wearing the loosely fitted hospital robe with Saline attached to my hands. My hands had all been swollen due to the constant needle pricks.
Instead of perfume, I was just smelling of medicines, Surgical spirit and the sprays. I was looking very pale and a weak but glitter in my eyes was always there. I was on the seventh cloud when he gifted me his grandma’s necklace saying that he always wished to gift it to his ‘would be’ life partner.
Unlike a perfect date, we just had a plane table in front of us, where files of various complex unsolved cases, laptop, stethoscope and a white coat were lying.
On the white coat was my name as “Dr. Priya Shah”. I touched those letters and tears welled up my eyes. I just didn’t feel like leaving the stethoscope aside even for a moment.
We discussed many cases and I really felt nice to offer my opinion to him that too as a doctor. That white coat around my arms and the stethoscope around my neck made me feel like heaven and that was perhaps the best date I ever had! Most romantic date, I would say! Probably life would never give me a chance to become a doctor but my friend understood every unsaid word of mine and fulfilled my wish while I was alive.
Life was extremely unsure but I lived and loved someone in those little moments and I shall always be grateful to God for that! That was perhaps the best unforgettable date I ever had… It does not truly matter whether we have long life what matters is how we live in those short moments!
Hello, Myself Archana Prabhune pursuing blogging just for passion. Running a short blog for short sentimental stories and also authoring an E-book for CBSE grade 6 social studies subject.
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