During the course of Chemo in the day ward, came across this amazing story of compassion. Definitely worth recording it here.
A very young woman, a daily laborer, was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer and was in the ward for treatment.
To make the situation worse, she was also pregnant. The doctors where brain storming on whether to save the baby or treat the mom, as both together seemed not feasible.
At the same time, an upper middle class woman comes with his son for breast cancer treatment. The Son had money and was ready to provide the most comfortable care for this mom.
But, chemo day wards are great equalizers. No private rooms. All come to chemo ward. He was not too happy, but nothing is available and he wanted his mom to be treated sooner than later. So he settled his mom in the day ward, next to the coolie.
A lil bit of disappointment do show up in the conversation and voice !
Over the day, the young pregnant, penniless woman, build of communication and friendship with this upper economic section breast cancer patient.
Most importantly, knowing she is upset, she came along, gave her a head massage, combed her hair and all.
The son and the mother were so touched by it that they felt ashamed that they were complaining about such a small issue of not getting to be treated privately. Where this woman, who is much less fortunate and in much critical juncture of her life, is stepping up to help her.
May be I should add a "watched metrics" to track amount of times I complain in a day. To train the subconscious, not to complain !
A very young woman, a daily laborer, was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer and was in the ward for treatment.
To make the situation worse, she was also pregnant. The doctors where brain storming on whether to save the baby or treat the mom, as both together seemed not feasible.
At the same time, an upper middle class woman comes with his son for breast cancer treatment. The Son had money and was ready to provide the most comfortable care for this mom.
But, chemo day wards are great equalizers. No private rooms. All come to chemo ward. He was not too happy, but nothing is available and he wanted his mom to be treated sooner than later. So he settled his mom in the day ward, next to the coolie.
A lil bit of disappointment do show up in the conversation and voice !
Over the day, the young pregnant, penniless woman, build of communication and friendship with this upper economic section breast cancer patient.
Most importantly, knowing she is upset, she came along, gave her a head massage, combed her hair and all.
The son and the mother were so touched by it that they felt ashamed that they were complaining about such a small issue of not getting to be treated privately. Where this woman, who is much less fortunate and in much critical juncture of her life, is stepping up to help her.
May be I should add a "watched metrics" to track amount of times I complain in a day. To train the subconscious, not to complain !
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