RECOVERY TIME:
Getting back to life wasn't a easy start but with the loving family it wasn't that tough either.i remember each and everyday...i was struggling to get up and sit,lying their dreaming for the days when I'll b able to sit,stand and live normally......i was on 40 mg of predisolone and started gaining weight.....but thanks to my genes i didn't gain much,otherwise that would have been another fight as getting fat was and is still my biggest fear.
FAMILY SUPPORT
My mom was taking such a good care of my diet.....she was feeding me every 2 hrs...homemade juices,milks,dryfruits...........ufff ! what ever she could think off.My dad was my support....he was so positive he never for a minute thought that I'm never going to b alright and i believed him.........My Mom and Dad was my power specially their positive attitudes.Never once in the whole period of PM they thought that i'm not going to b alright.They were so so and so positive and their hope gave me hope and spirit to fight.Specially my dad,he was like an instructor or u can say a trainer checking me and my progress daily.I remember him coming everyday straight from work and asking me what i did today,that is how far could i stretch my arm and how high could i lift my legs........that gave me the spirit to move on and to keep challenging myself so that i can show him something when he comes back from office.Dad really used to get irritated, if he used to find out that any one has tried to neglect me,which actually no one was doing intentionally but somehow because of the workload and responsibilites everone got,. it used to become unavoidable to fulfil my demands.There were peoples coming to visit me all the time and just to serve them tea and water was a hell of job..........the one who was really affected with my PM was my sister....she was studying her fashion designing in Delhi and she had to come bk to c me...whole time poor girl was busy in the kitchen making tea and juices and then in the mid- night i used to trouble her by asking can i've a glass of water please....as i couldn't get up and then i used to wonder who shall the God pitty me or my sister.................
I wrote this because i know that being sick is hard but having a sick in Ur family is much harder for the family members 'coz at least the sick person is getting the sympathy but the family members,their life is so miserable and they can't even tell anyone.They have to take care of the sick member,the guests plus have to carry off their lives normally and that too without any complains....it's really tough and from my this post I'd really want to thank my family in fact to all the families of the sick peoples because it's only them,who makes a sick person feel better and gives them the hope that every thing is going to b fine....so thank you mom and dad,thanks neetu my dear sister, all the friends and my naughty naughty brother monu because his mischievous acts kept me smiling in fact it was him who made my life so lighter with his silly- silly jokes He never took me and my PM seriously.He realized it the day ,I called him for help......... i wanted to to get up from a chair, he gave his hand but just left me in between thinking that he did his job but was shocked when he saw me on the ground......first he laughed and then when he realized what happened he felt so sorry..........but seriously no complains at least his inseriousness towards life made everything so light.
when i look back i feel kind of nostalgic and think the credit to my recovery and positivity goes to my family.....they were there all the time,each and every member of the family was doing their best to make me happy and better.In their own little ways they made the long and painful period of recovery a memorable life experience..........
Getting back to life wasn't a easy start but with the loving family it wasn't that tough either.i remember each and everyday...i was struggling to get up and sit,lying their dreaming for the days when I'll b able to sit,stand and live normally......i was on 40 mg of predisolone and started gaining weight.....but thanks to my genes i didn't gain much,otherwise that would have been another fight as getting fat was and is still my biggest fear.
FAMILY SUPPORT
My mom was taking such a good care of my diet.....she was feeding me every 2 hrs...homemade juices,milks,dryfruits...........ufff ! what ever she could think off.My dad was my support....he was so positive he never for a minute thought that I'm never going to b alright and i believed him.........My Mom and Dad was my power specially their positive attitudes.Never once in the whole period of PM they thought that i'm not going to b alright.They were so so and so positive and their hope gave me hope and spirit to fight.Specially my dad,he was like an instructor or u can say a trainer checking me and my progress daily.I remember him coming everyday straight from work and asking me what i did today,that is how far could i stretch my arm and how high could i lift my legs........that gave me the spirit to move on and to keep challenging myself so that i can show him something when he comes back from office.Dad really used to get irritated, if he used to find out that any one has tried to neglect me,which actually no one was doing intentionally but somehow because of the workload and responsibilites everone got,. it used to become unavoidable to fulfil my demands.There were peoples coming to visit me all the time and just to serve them tea and water was a hell of job..........the one who was really affected with my PM was my sister....she was studying her fashion designing in Delhi and she had to come bk to c me...whole time poor girl was busy in the kitchen making tea and juices and then in the mid- night i used to trouble her by asking can i've a glass of water please....as i couldn't get up and then i used to wonder who shall the God pitty me or my sister.................
I wrote this because i know that being sick is hard but having a sick in Ur family is much harder for the family members 'coz at least the sick person is getting the sympathy but the family members,their life is so miserable and they can't even tell anyone.They have to take care of the sick member,the guests plus have to carry off their lives normally and that too without any complains....it's really tough and from my this post I'd really want to thank my family in fact to all the families of the sick peoples because it's only them,who makes a sick person feel better and gives them the hope that every thing is going to b fine....so thank you mom and dad,thanks neetu my dear sister, all the friends and my naughty naughty brother monu because his mischievous acts kept me smiling in fact it was him who made my life so lighter with his silly- silly jokes He never took me and my PM seriously.He realized it the day ,I called him for help......... i wanted to to get up from a chair, he gave his hand but just left me in between thinking that he did his job but was shocked when he saw me on the ground......first he laughed and then when he realized what happened he felt so sorry..........but seriously no complains at least his inseriousness towards life made everything so light.
when i look back i feel kind of nostalgic and think the credit to my recovery and positivity goes to my family.....they were there all the time,each and every member of the family was doing their best to make me happy and better.In their own little ways they made the long and painful period of recovery a memorable life experience..........
THE PROGRESS:
My health progress was slow but at least me and my Doctors were quite happy with that.After 6 months on 40 mg i was reduced to 35 mg and like that every 3 months 5 mg was getting reduced.I remember one day my dad came back from office and i was so exited....the reason was after being sick for almost 6-8 months that was the first time i got up from the bed....i couldn't wait to show him that..........i laid on the bed and started showing him off .......it was kind of funny(i was wriggling like a worm and was struggling to keep my legs down on the floor) which i realised later as my brother started laughing and said is this u call getting up and tears started rolling off my dad's eyes but he said good job anu u can do it......and i knew in my heart that he was right i can do it doesn't matter how tough and long it's going to be,I'm going to b alright one day and will be able to defeat my brother again while having a pillow fight.................
After good 8 months i finally started walking.........they were very small steps but at least they were my steps toward a new life.........As the months started passing by my life became closer to normal,i missed one whole year of my post graduation and didn't get good marks but i studied harder and really got distinction in my second year of post graduation.
LESSONS:
It's been 10 years and I'm still on medication.The journey was quite long and i know i still have to walk a long way but no regrets and no complains as this part of my life has taught me several lessons.........and the most important one is to be happy and thankful to the God for whatever he has given us, as there are thousands who are not that blessed as we are.So please,please and please never crib and always try to appreciate what u r and what u have.........and trust me u will never feel sad in ur life and will realise that life is not that bad as some peoples call it, it's just how u take it............by smiling or by cribbing,i took the first one and feel so blessed ............so let's thanks together to that God for giving us more than we can carry off..........
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