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I think that since we’ve spoken of the blackcats, it is now time that we speak about the saviours of my story. This log is dedicated to all of my doctors, in (& out of) the hospital, without whose constant watchful eyes and support, it wouldn’t have been possible for me to be saved a countless number of times and recover to function like a regular human being.

There have been numerous doctors who contributed to my recovery in various ways. Doctors from Dubai, doctors from India, doctors from the USA, doctors from my family, doctors from beyond the hospital, there were doctors everywhere! One could almost say, “Doctors for me, Doctors for you, Doctors for everybody!” I was very lucky to have amazingly talented, experienced, and friendly, doctors in the hospital.

They answered all of my queries and bore all of my childish antics and silly questions with amazing patience and tolerance (due to my state of mind, I was more difficult than I like to admit). Like the numerous times I bothered them with impossible complaints such as “My Corpus Callosum is paining” – this is impossible because the brain has no pain receptors.

And to add to this, my extremely curious family, with their almost insane long list of medical and semi-medical questions, was a real nightmare for any doctor. Every episode of a medical issue would bring all of my family to the war room and they went out shooting innumerable questions of all kinds at the doctors. But this army of doctors, took in everything with a smile and an insane level of patience. Kudos to not only their great medical talents, but also to their amazing understanding of pains, doubts, the confused state of mind, over cautiousness and attempt to understand all medical details in a non-medical way of my family. Due to the sheer complexity of my case, the medical decisions were very difficult and had to be taken extremely carefully, the doctors in hospital showed abundant maturity and experience in handling all medical issues. Their contribution cannot be explained in words, our heartfelt gratitude to all of them.

And it wasn’t just my doctors in the hospital who were to account for my amazing state of recovery. On the night of the Brain Haemorrhage, the first thing which my parents did was to form a WhatsApp group of all the doctors in my family… and we have quite a few of them. And from that night to almost until my discharge from the hospital, all the medical updates and discussions were regularly done on that secret group. The best part was that they were spread all over the world and were in turn discussing critical issues with their colleagues and friends. Whoever said that using the mobile phone is an addiction should read this 😊 – to the parent reading community, please don’t come after me for this J. We had experts from different medical specializations contributing their knowledge and expertise to the discussion and thus helping us take the best possible path. I think when it comes to my case, I can safely say, “too many cooks didn’t spoil my broth”. Not to mention that one of my intensivist-doctor aunts (and I have a bunch of those doctor aunts, BTW), flew down all the way from India to Dubai to accompany me in the flight when I was shifted from Dubai to India after my first month.

I am truly and immeasurably indebted to all of the “cooks” who contributed to my broth, oops, I mean saving (& recovery) from a log of wood to a blog-writing, daily-activity-doing, regular human being once again. If it wouldn’t have been for my doctors, I wouldn’t even have come out of the OT on August 17^th 2016 alive and made it so beautifully all the way to the present. Just a huge big tremendous hug and heartfelt “Thank You” is all I can say, because it is at moments like this that words tend to run out… See you next week folks!!