1st Sample chapter of "The Game Of Secrets" by Saurish Hegde
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saurish hegde
'Sir, Keshav is a seventy-four year old male patient and has
come from Mangaluru. He is a coolie by occupation and had come
to the hospital with primary complaint of chronic cough last year.
Since past one week the cough has exaggerated and two episodes of
blood in his sputum has also been reported.'
As the post graduate was narrating the case, she ran to catch
up with her doctor. They were doing their rounds.
'Sir, he also has a history of smoking-a chronic smoker. From
past thirty years, he has been smoking cigarette sat the rate of two
packs per day.'She was almost out of her breath with an hour of
extensive rounds of all the running and talking.
They stopped.
They had already reached but she could not finish the medical
history of the patient. She hoped that her 'sir' would not scold her
for not being quick enough in her work.
Apart from the fact that she had a huge crush on him, she was
also equally scared of him. But luckily for her, the doctor had started
talking to the patient. He got the necessary information that he
needed and already had the diagnosis in his mind, but had to just
confirm it.
'How are you feeling today?'Nishanthasked clearly andloudly.
His patient was old and naturally seemed he had some
difficulty in hearing. Most of his patients belonged to the elder age
group and because of this he had automatically developed a loud
voice.
Keshav looked like a cancer patient who would have been in
the terminal stage of the disease. He had lost over 15 kg sin the past
two months. Even before the deadly disease started engulfing his
body, he was a thin person. He belonged to the low socio-economic
strata. He was a coolie and was paid per day, so he had to work every
day in order to survive.
But now what remained of him was a mere skeleton with
only skin covering him. There was almost no subcutaneous fat
present. His eye sockets were clearly visible and deep and his cheek
bones were almost protruding through the skin. His mouth was
partially open through which the tongue was hanging out and saliva
was dripping.
He could not breathe with his mouth closed. For one round
of respiration he had to apply all his force, it was like every breath
was going to be one of his last. Even without any tests, anyone could
make out that he had only a few more days to live. He was almost
drowsy when Nishanth's voice alerted him.
Nishanth was happy that his patient was alive. He went
straight for the examination. He palpated the chest, quickly moved
to the abdomen. He did it just for the sake of it. It did not matter a
lot. The history had already given him the diagnosis. Now he had to
wait for the tests-to confirm and start the treatment.
But the end result was not going to change.
He auscultated his chest for the breath sounds and heard
wheeze on both the sides. Then he auscultated the heart for heart
beats, the heart rate was decreased. He removed the ear piece and
put his stethoscope around his neck. He sighed heavily and took a
deep breath.
He saw Keshav struggling to sit on the bed, the post graduate
assisted him. It was a painful sight to see an elderly man in this
situation. Nishanth was particularly very fond of elderly people as he had lost all four of his grandparents early during his childhood.
All of them had suffered from diabetes and succumbed to
the complications of the notorious disease. His parents did not have
diabetes but he was certain that he himself would soon be diabetic,
so he tried and maintained a healthy lifestyle. He worked out daily,
kept himself fit and ate healthy homemade food. He neither drank
nor smoked. Up till then his hard work had been paying off, but he
expected the worst could come. Genetics!
Finally Keshav sat upright, but he was breathing heavily.
Nishanth signaled his post graduate for the results. She gave him the
biopsy reports, scans etc.
It was the squamouscell carcinoma of the
lung and it had metastasized to almost all organs of the body.
It was sure that he was going to die soon, unless some miracle
happenedâ¦
This ward consisted of the worst patients, almost everyone in
this ward was suffering from end stage cancer and almost 90 percent
of the ward mates were going to die, not because these cases were
not treatable, but because they had come late.
This ward was reserved for the low socio-economic status
people and these people never came for checkups unless they
reached a situation where they could not work anymore. It was a
difficult situation for them because they were daily wage earners and
if they came for checkup their day would be wasted and so would
their money. So they came only when their bodies could not
perform the duties any more.
Since Nishanth was the junior most member of the faculty,
he was in-charge of this hectic ward. It was a good experience for
him. He cherished this opportunity and made the most of it. He was
considered to be one of the upcoming on collagists in the city.
Keshav was the last patient of this ward. Nishanth wanted to
finish the check-up quickly. After this ward, he had one important patient to see, who did not belong to the low socio-economic status.
It was time to tell Keshav his fate.
'The test results have come and it shows that you have cancer
of the lung.'
Keshav did not show any emotions. He was expecting it. He
knew it.
'The cancer has invaded your blood and other organs.It will be
very difficult to cure it. 'Nishanth said clearly without any hesitation.
'How much time, doctor?'He managed to ask. It was clear
that he did not want to suffer for long. His wish was granted.
'Around two to six months,'Nishanth replied.He was happy
that unlike his other patients who would start crying and screaming,
he accepted his destiny very calmly. At least, it appeared like that.
'I know about your financial situation. I know that it will be
difficult for you to pay for the treatment, but don't worry about that,
we will take care of it.' Nishanth also answered the next question
which Keshav was about to ask. Nishanth had already gone through
the social background of this ill-fated man.
His wife had expired twenty years ago. He did not marry after
that. He had one son who also used to work with him, but even he
had expired five years ago due to swine flu (H1N1) epidemic which
killed almost one-fourth of their village.
Keshav was left alone in this world to suffer. He went to work
every day, earned enough money to eat and lived his life. His life
story was a tragic one, but he was an inspiration in many ways. No
matter how bad his life was, no matter how hard life had hit him in
the head, he always got up and did not gave up. He was an inspiration
to all those people who live in much better situations than him and
have much better lives, but still waste their life for the silliest of
reasons.
Nishanth always wanted to do something for his poor
patients. In fact, he had thought about a new option to be
introduced in this hospital. They were already providing low cost
treatment to them, but now Nishanth wanted to take it to a whole
new level. He wanted to do it on a larger scale. He wanted to save the
world. He also wanted to set up branches of their hospital in rural
areas and provide treatment for this deadly disease. He had already
proposed this idea to one of the hospital partner/administrators Dr
Mohandas Kumar.
Soon this idea would be discussed in a meeting and will be
implemented, if agreed. The only problem with this proposal was
that it slightly damaged the net-worth of the prestigious hospital.
But at the same time, it would also help a lot of people and earn
them a good reputation.
Nishanth finished his work with Keshav and moved to his
last patient Jayawathi, who was also one of his far relatives.
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