I lost my mother to cancer in January 2005, two years after we first discovered the lump in her breast. During these two years, she had two relapses and finally she died of brain Cancer. She was a fighter, someone who smiled through her agony, never the one to give up, because she couldnt see her family shattered around her. After she was diagnosed with breast cancer for the first time, she came to Bombay, to stay with me, she was undergoing her treatment at the Tata Cancer Research Hospital. Two days after her first dose of chemotherapy, I woke up to the most painful sight, suddenly she had lumps of hair missing on her head, she woke up and looked into the mirror, smiled at me and said, its time to chop them off. I remember breaking down, how could I cut off her beautiful, waist length tresses, it was she who was consoling me, its ok, darling, its just hair, they usually grow back. This photo blog was a reminder of the pain we went through, living in that constant fear of losing a loved one. Praying, hoping for that one miracle that assures us, that all will be well again. It was a time of despair, depression and dejection, of not knowing how to hold it all together for our own. The day my mum died, it was not just her I lost, but a part of me died that day with her and I lost my faith, because I found accepting and facing life as it comes was better than praying for miracles. As about Cancer, I salute all the survivors and their families, it is the most dreaded battle you will ever fight, one that shatters your being and numbs your soul.....
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 06:52:55 +0000
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