Blue Days

The pain continues for many ore days...

 In the evening, our family doc visited hospital. His presence helped me relax. He was inside ICU. For the next half hour, we all were in hope that everything will be fine.  Her fits were not in control. Finally, he came out and we all were looking at him in a big hope. He told that things are not good. The only good thing is her fits are now in control after medicine but after a major damage to her brain. But still there was a hope that he will not ditch me or at least my mother who has been a religious lady. For her that supreme power was no less than her parents. I believed her belief and always treated that supreme power as my grandparents.


Night ended and a new day came. We all were hoping that things will improve after all my grandparents were with her and that too with supreme power but still we prayed or I should say begged that supreme power for her betterment.



Each day was passing in a hope. Whenever I saw her doc or ICU in charge, I asked about the improvement. I remember doc told me that pinch her hardly and see the response and if responds it is a happy news for us. I pinched her during my every visit. Her eyes were wide and open. I could feel that my pinch was hurting her but still I made myself stone as doc told me that it is good if she feels it.


I rushed from one doc to another, from one hospital to another; if she can be shifted to any other place for the better treatment as of now I started feeling negligence was playing a big role in spoiling the case.


It was 6th day when I fixed an appointment with a famous neurosurgeon to shift her under his treatment. Everything was set. In morning we were about to shift her. Our doc told us to bring my father to the hospital and let him meet her.