My brother decided he will donate his kidney, but both organ donation and transplant are not easy processes. A number of procedural requirements are involved in it.
This Picture we clicked when we met him over lunch and incidentley a few months before I fell sick
My brother Nitin is the eldest, then Mamata and then me. We call him Dada. Growing up, we were extremely close. We have some amazing childhood memories and I have to share this particular memory that we have pulled his leg for an eternity, but to a large extent, has played out in real life.
My health started improving. I was working hard on getting independent. I managed to get rid of the medical bed, wheelchair and walker. I started doing a lot of things independently at home. I still needed help, but the dependency had greatly reduced. I could help myself to the loo, have a bath on my own and walk around at home on my own. We discontinued the night nurse. Now I could sleep on my own in my room.
One gets used to looking a certain way. We always take pride in the way we look and take every effort to look our best. One constantly hears statements like “If you look good you feel good.” I enjoy dressing up, putting on make-up and making parlor visit to get a mani-pedi. Looking good is the last thing on the mind of a sick person, but a change in the looks due to sickness has a huge impact on a patient’s self-esteem.
In 1998, I started working for a bank and had joined their Mumbai branch. I was put on a one year training program to get accustomed to ways of working. Initially, I was made a cashier. Being a fresh MBA graduate, I had lofty ideas of work I should be doing and didn’t like being cashier. What grey matter you need to count currency. I hated the job.