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It was Breast Support Group meeting on Thursday, 18.12.14.The Champions who had been through the journey of breast cancer had come in to encourage the ones who had just started treatment. What is exceptional about this interaction is that the conviction of being able to go through treatment goes up manifold when the ones who have gone through the process and have recovered completely, counsel the new kids on the block. I believe it is the fear of the unknown and the feeling of isolation that puts you on the back foot. The interesting methods of coping with the situation related by the champions, is very encouraging. The smiles, laughters, jokes...... all give the impending process of treatment, the much desired sanity!!! For more information on breast cancer, please contact Dr Geeta Kadayaprath, Delhi, India
RISING TO THE OCCASION Yesterday, this beautiful young lady of 33 walked into my room. I could see she had had chemotherapy as a smart bandana adorned her bald head. She was accompanied by her mother and her husband. Her dazzling smile and her confidence as she took me through the journey of nursing a 6 month old baby, of discovering a lump which was labelled benign at first, of the lump growing in a month and she, of her own volition going for a biopsy and discovering she had breast cancer, shook me! She had visited 3 or 4 hospitals for various reasons and is on the verge of completing chemotherapy. She had come to meet me to discuss the surgical options and the implications. She told me that she was scared of needles and pain but her composed demeanour conveyed something else. I could see, I was having the privilege of interacting with a woman of utmost strength, resilience, poise and maturity way beyond her years. Her smile never left her face. Her mother contributed positively in equal measure but the sadness in her eyes of seeing her little girl suffer did not escape my notice. She required to have an injection to up her white cell count. She went to the nurse in the treatment room for the same and showed her a prescription for the same on her mobile, from a different hub of the same centre as ours. She refused without thinking what she could have done to help her-a cardinal mistake! The nurse was following a process, which said no medication without prescription, which was fine. What she did not do, was figure out a method to solve the problem. She could have got a print out, on our institute’s letter head and cross checked with the prescribing doctor and administered the medication. What happened next was no surprise. The mother was outraged. She had accompanied her daughter across half of Delhi for a consult and this Nay from the sister, truly rocked her frail boat. She truly took the nurse to task for being unhelpful and uncaring. The situation was brought to my notice.The matter was sorted out, a printout of the prescription was taken and the injection was done. However, the bitter taste in the mouth remained! I know for a certainty, that the only people who go to hospital, happily, are doctors and the staff at work. The ailing come, as they don’t have an option. They entrust us with the job of sending them back, cured or relieved of their ailment. We, as caregivers, should never forget to look beyond and see the footprints that they have left behind, as they walk the difficult path to meet us. There is a story, sometimes, most heart rending, that we need to know- a story that should only raise our level of empathy. Each one of us has to walk that extra mile, go beyond our call of duty to ensure that we do our best for the person sitting across the table, entrusting us with making some of the toughest decisions of their lives. We, as professionals, have to really rise to the occasion, every single time!
WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN.... There are times when one feels trapped, not knowing which way to turn. All spaces close in on you as if to smother you. That is the kind of feeling which had crept into this young patient from Kenya. She had undergone two botched up surgeries on her leg for a tumour, which had now, returned with a vengeance. She is to have more surgery but her spirits are dwindling. She is away from home and only has her twin brother for company. The money is drying up quickly and she, an accomplished dancer, is confined mostly to the bed or the wheel chair as the leg fails to take her weight. Today, she was particularly distraught and her tears flowed freely. Our physiotherapist came to me and asked if we could cheer her up by bringing her to the Breast Support Group meeting, where a troupe of youngsters was coming to get our Champions to perform Zumba. I thought it was a great idea and she was carefully shifted on a wheelchair to the building next door where the program was to be held. And right in front of our eyes began the transformation. The girl could not stop clapping and moving to the beat on the chair while her brother kept pace beautifully with the trained Zumba troupe. The 25 odd Champions, doctors and support staff all got going, only stopping to catch their breath or a sip of water.This little girl got caught in a whirlwind of foot tapping music and an all pervading gush of positive energy. She laughed and spoke to the Champions and believed everyone when they said she would be fine. She left with the promise that when she recovers from surgery and is back on her feet, she will come back for a Theme party and she would lead the dance! So when the chips are down.... DANCE!!
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