15 June, 2021

A Warm Chair On The Distaff Side

This is a confession in cold print. Perhaps because I am ready to make it. A few years ago I hit what I thought was major emotional turbulence.

T. Narayan
A Warm Chair On The Distaff Side
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This is a confession in cold print. Perhaps because I am ready to make it. A few years ago I hit what I thought was major emotional turbulence. At 62, my fit and able father was detected with a malignant brain tumour. His doctors called me from Chandigarh late one night saying I should immediately bring him to Delhi and admit him to the All India Institute for Medical Sciences (AIIMS). "The sooner he is operated the better, and yes, we haven't told your mother it is cancerous. We leave it to you to break the news to her," the doctor's voice trailed.

Pain and confusion crept through me, my thoughts scrambled in various directions. How could he have cancer, he never smoked a cigarette in his life. Should I call my sister or wait till the head of neurology at AIIMS has seen the cat scan? Why did they call me and not her or my brother?

A flurry of activity soon consumed me and buried my thoughts for a while. The doctor at AIIMS looked at the scan, shook his head and said, "It's too far gone. Maximum three months." I kept it to myself and wheeled my father into the...

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