As we were in the process of trying to find a different hospital, my husband used his contacts within the medical industry to show my reports to a US doctor for a second opinion. They said the same thing – Surgery was risky in my case.


Under my skin

There is a hospital in Ahmedabad which is now linked to all my memories forever. They are a pretty well-known chain of Cancer hospitals in India, and one of the doctors told me that they could give it a shot. A practicing Urooncologist described a procedure in which they would remove my Bladder (and my Uterus, to reduce the risk of cancer metastasising or recurring) and although the Uterus could not be replaced, they could do something about my bladder.

They proposed that they would “reconstruct” an artificial bladder using my intestinal loops. Not a pretty sight to imagine! But it was the only shot I had at staying alive and being a mother. It also meant that I would never be a mother again, but these decisions become very easy when the stakes are as high as your life.

I said yes. Before long, everything was dark again. When they put me under general anesthesia, I just knew two things – This procedure was extremely risky, which meant I was their test case.

And second – I would either come out of it alive and well, to play with my daughter, or my daughter would grow up without a mother.


Waking up

An old saying claims that delayed happiness grows exponentially. It took me about three to four more months to recover, and I was aching to see my daughter, who was growing up fast. My treatment had made me lose track of time, and I was dying (pun intended) to meet this kid who could probably talk and walk by now, and had my eyes!

Soon after we reached Rajkot, the family celebrated a much-awaited mother/daughter reunion. I remember how happy I was after I got my first family photograph clicked!

The unspoken elephant in the room though was the looming uncertainty over whether my daughter was likely to ‘inherit’ my cancer. I had my own share of anxiety to deal with. Fortunately, Bhavesh was able to get in touch with credible doctors – many of whom had the exact same thing to say: It was nothing short of a miracle that I had made it back alive, and that Pihu was not at risk for cancer.

Pihu was not at risk for cancer.

A number of tests recommended for Pihu: Zero.

Since the time of this discovery, I have studied many articles on the subject of Cancer Inheritance; but as the months passed by and I watched my daughter evolve like every other kid around her, my suspicions withered away.

A team of cancer consultants told me that today (15th Feb) is International Childhood Cancer Day. And even as I couldn’t dream of my child going through this disease, I express my solidarity and empathy for kids who do get affected by cancer.

Pihu turns a year and a half old soon. And she is cancer-free! I must express my gratitude to all the medical professionals, hospitals, and extraordinary people who imagined my survival on my behalf and made all of this happen.

Thank you.

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