She was lying on her bed…yes ON HER BED because she was getting used to of it just day by day. The starting days were difficult to pass specially when one doesn’t know about what’s happening . But as the days passed, the environment started to become familiar for her as she was also getting an idea about the happenings that took place from last few weeks. There was everything in her room that she loved , her little polar bear without whom she would probably feel insomnia, her ipod with her favorite jams, photo frames hanging on the wall reflecting the cheerful and glorious days she had, in one of the frame she was standing on the shore of a beach with her friends with a sparkling smile on her face…it was like the sunny day was brightening her heart and her hairs were dancing in that gleeful and breezy environment. she used to stare at those frames and wished to have a time machine and travel to that time…she missed her long hairs. BUT “THE TIME IS LIKE A BUTTERFLY WHICH FLIES BEFORE YOU CAN CATCH IT”.
SUDDENLY, the nurse came into her room and the time arrived which she hated the most…..THE TIME FOR HER CHEMOTHERAPY …yes CHEMOTHERAPY basically defined as a type of hell for all those unfortunate CANCER patients who lost their beautiful hairs and suffers a lot of pain …the level of pain that we can’t even imagine …without any guarantee of life.. . BUT for STELLA, the beautiful 16 year old girl, it was more painful to loose her blonde, heavy and lengthy hairs . she looked like nothing but just as Rapunzel when she open her hairs. It was a nostalgic moment to watch her going for chemo with her face felled down, her cheerful eyes which always used to hold a spark were now holding little drops of tears in them which rolled down on her cheeks. I was standing outside her room watching her moving towards the therapy room. she was walking like a zombie and I felt a stroke in my heart. My strength was tested enough till then and I walked out of the hospital.
When I got in again, I saw a totally different person in front of me …there was a sudden thunder in my heart and my throat was choked , I was unable to speak even a single word. I rushed out of the room and burst into tears after five minutes of struggle I attained some strength and looked inside the room through the small glass window on the door.
SHE was lying on her bed…. motionless.. the glowing face was faded with the harsh treatment.. the sparkling eyes were swelled because of crying…. the smiling lips were all mum…and THE HAIRS….THERE WERE NO HAIR ON HER SCALP.
It was like a nightmare for me…it was soo devastating for me that I can’t even think about the situation which she will face after waking up.. how will she handle it? The question was continuously breaking me down.
She waked up , but didn’t reacted. everybody was staring her at her but somehow she knows that she has to suffer..that day, she was looking soo mature..she was standing tall in that situation..“SHE WAS FIGHTING…SHE WAS A FIGHTER”.
And now TODAY, SHE IS EXCITED TO CELEBRATE HER 18th birthday…YES she won…she won the fight..she showed the courage..she is brave..”SHE LOOKED STRAIGHT IN THE EYES OF CHALLENGE”..SHE IS STELLA
This is the story of Stella and many cancer patients who fighted and are still fighting because “THE ONE WHO FIGHT, IS THE ONE WHO WINS”…
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