I come from a unique family where my parents are each other’s best friends, companions and partners. My mother is undoubtedly the rock of our family and my father will attest to this. She is the strongest and most compassionate person I know. Someday I hope to be sthitapradnya (stable or balanced) like her. I am sharing this because through my father’s illness, even when he was at death’s door, she was rattled but calm, composed and accepting of the…
In my previous post I narrated the harrowing experience of my father being in the hospital for 54 days from COVID complications. He came home on November 3. My mother had successfully found two male nurses to make sure sure that Dad had help round the clock. Physically, he had become a baby again, he had to start all over again, for example, he had to relearn to walk and eat by himself because he had almost no muscle mass…
My family and I are eternally grateful to the doctors of Deenanath Hospital for saving my father. To really understand how difficult it has been for me as a daughter, an individual and a person with bipolar II disorder, I must burden you with some details of what happened over the past couple of months. I came to Pune to visit my parents on August 19. The plan was to stay here for three weeks and head back to Bangalore….