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Whether you like it or not, everyone has to go through those hard years. But such years make you stronger emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.

How it started:-

The first such block of years came when I was doing my BSc in my hometown. I still remember I was explaining a C program to my friend under a tree in the garden of my college, and the next thing I know is I am in a hospital with a faint memory of the past. My parents were in the hospital, and I got to know that I had just fallen on the ground while talking to my friend. After I was discharged from the hospital, these incidents became routine.

Most of my BSc got impacted due to these incidents. The doctor prescribed a medicine which didn’t suit me, and I was drowsy most of the time. The cost I paid was my first year percentage was 64%, thus my total Bsc percentage came down below 75%. I refused to go ahead with the medication.

Trials and Treatments:-

We tried all other kinds of treatments. Someone told us I had hookworms in my head, which come from the Hand-pump water, so the remedy was to drink hookworm water to kill them. My dad arranged hookah water from some remote village, and that water was my worst nightmare. I used to have it at the start of the day every day. It was so awful that I could sense it from a distance whenever my father gave me a teaspoon of it.

We also tried the “jhada” from a saint to ward off evil eyes. We also went to a local vaidya to get the remedy, as well as to a Muslim pir. Later on, we got to know that I have epilepsy, which is famous as “Mirgi” in India. These fits had become a part of my life now; I used to fall anywhere, risking my life and troubling others. My parents were worried about my future, and so was I. Thanks to them, they didn’t restrict me to my town and sent me to pursue my master’s.

I had identical episodes in my master’s. I was the topper of my batch, but I had clear instructions not to read at night and not to take stress. There were countless times when I just fell at the college campus or in the classroom, and I had no idea about my future. In such a condition, what can you do or achieve?

Fix:-

No treatment has been able to fix this problem so far. I completed my master’s and left the hostel. During the job hunt, my friend’s brother’s friend told me that he had the same issue and was not able to marry as well, and now he is living a normal life after the treatment. I got the doctor’s details, and during the first consultation only, he provided a solution to this problem. Now I am leading a normal life with the same medicine, which is now a routine medicine for me, and it’s been like 12-14 years since my last fit.

Conclusion:-

These were the darkest years of my life. I heard about my parents weeping for my condition and asking god to punish them instead of me. That was disheartening. All these episodes had a great impact on my memory. In my college, I was famous for the name “STML- Short Term Memory Loss”. I could never have imagined the life I am living today. I lost confidence, memory, faith, hope, and everything. But spiritually, I grew a lot during that time. I used to go to Vrindavan every week, which started my spiritual journey.

All those hurdles made me stronger. My belief in god grew stronger, and I started valuing my health. I had the love and support of my parents, and to date, I am thankful for their love and trust. They are the reason I am who I am today.

Second phase of hard years:-

Now my dad needs me just like I did in my college days. He is 70 and suffering from stage 4 lung cancer. Cancer affects not only the patient but also the whole family. Since last year, February, his treatment has been going on. He is never the same; we have seen his worst form during these years. He used to be the most polite person I have ever known, very sharp, and had a good memory. His personality just changed. It feels so sad to see him in such a helpless condition. But he will go through it, I am there for him, just like he was for me.

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