Organ donation – life saving deed.. 

Organ donation, the word itself says it all, it is the process of giving an organ to someone who needs a transplant. Giving someone, something which is needed is indeed a life saving deed.. Organs like kidney, liver, heart, lungs, pancreas, intestine, eyes, skin can be donated by any living or a brain dead person. All you need to do, is register yourself as a donor with your family agreeing to your decision.. 

Even today, the demand for organs is not met by the supply, as very few people take this initiative to donate their organs.. Inspite of days like World Organ Donation Day being celebrated, where people are made aware of what organ donation is all about and how it can help someone, live their life, people are still reluctant to change their views.. Humans today, need to be taught humanity..

The reason you should be donating your organs is because it can save upto 8 lives.. Eight lives is alot.. In today’s times, people die of waiting for a need for transplant.. Its almost like your gifting someone a second chance to live their lives.. Isn’t that great?

Now most people do not donate organs because of either lack of awareness, or preconconcieved notions and misconceptions prevalent in the society.. Some people think age is a barrier and others bring their i’ll health as a reason not to donate. Truth being, neither of them actually is.. Excuses like my religion doesn’t support organ donation!! Really?? The religion that teaches you to praise the lord who believes in having compassion for all living beings, doesn’t support organ donation? They say it disfigures the body, it is a sign of disrespect at the time of being burried.. Now the question being who is it being disrespectful to? The soul who lived in that body, would that soul be disrespected or respected instead, for the decision of giving someone a chance to live their life for once?

Someone once said, 

It’s better to donate, than to accumulate.. 

 They say if I register as a donor the doctor would never try hard to save my life, this being the most pointless reasons of all.. Why would a doctor not do his job, for a reason lame as such.. And the list of excuses goes on.. What’s yours? 

For once, ask yourselves, if it would be your own loved one, would you still give those reasons? Would you? 

The human body that you consider to be yours is something you were blessed with, it isn’t, what you created yourself.. It was gifted to you, so what is wrong in passing on the same gift to someone else to help them live? Would it take something from you after you die? Does the air or the soil smell of the soul residing in the body that was burned or burried within it..? What are we even trying to preserve? Is it even possible to take with us to heaven, all that we accumulated? Which religion, speaking of humanity would be against giving someone a chance to live? Would God ever have a problem with a life saving deed as such? No, not at all..

Around 5 lakh people die each year across our nation just being a part of the waiting list for organ donation.. People are dying, waiting and waiting for a life saving deed to thank someone for without an assurance, that the wait would be worth while.. I guess we owe alot to the misconceptions our brains have chosen to stick to, over the years.. 

As they say, there are two sides to the same coin, good things come with some price to be paid.. That being said this courageous deed, also has a price you might have to pay.. Donating an organ, like bone marrow, may restrict future activities for a lifetime, or a kidney may put an alcohol consumer at risk for kidney failure.. But the bright side to this darkness is that there is only a 0.2-0.4% chance of a donor ending up with a kidney failure.. 

Now that being said, a question I would like you, to ask yourself.. Isn’t the price that you have to pay for donating a part of your body to someone in need, worth the value of adding life to the lives of others? The answer to this, is a decision of yours, lets hope it ends up being a wise one.. 

Instead of recyling just plastic to make the earth green lets pledge to recycle our organs to make our lives evergreen.. 

The measure of life is not by its duration, but by its donation – by Peter Marshall

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A possible way to end Female Foeticide..

Dont worry!! It would definitely be a boy this time..

Im sorry, its a girlBetter luck next time..


And that’s how it all started, the birth of Female foeticide.. The term that makes me feel ashamed of the mindset people have been living with even today.. Female foeticide is the selective abortion of female foetuses.. It is still one of those illegal methods being carried out in India.. The answer to which, lies in the thoughts, people’s minds have chosen to marry.. 

So, this basic mentality of people that goes behind the occurrence of female foeticide, is that, males are better than females, for reasons they have chosen to prefer for themselves.. And hence, everyone wants to bring into existence, a male child. They think that the male child would be the biggest support in times of their need. And that you need to spend a lot of money if girls are born, in respect of exorbitant dowry you see..  

I don’t know, why is this even a thought?? But can’t females, be the biggest support for their parents? Can’t females, work to earn a living? Did God make them less intelligent, as compared to males? Why did God even create them, if they were so useless? My question is, do we even, have the right to consider Gods creation as a useless one, and destroy it without even feeling guilty for doing so?? Its the same God to whom you pray religiously, right?

I dont understand, why people are so reluctant to understand that raising a female child is no different than raising a male child, and you need to spend the same amount of money to make them capable for a living.. School fees aren’t gender biased you see.. Neither should love be.. Though dowry sysyems are.. And maybe thats what makes them illegal.. So in short, bringing up a female child isnt a big deal, and definitely not a sin.. Infact running away from the responsibility of raising one is…

The problem today, is the perception.. People perceive girls are of less worth, people perceive they are less intelligent, people perceive they are weak, for reasons whatsoever… And this is what we need to change…

Now its hard to make someone change their beliefs, right?.. So its hard to make people believe that females are no less than males.. The point that i am trying to make, is that we have tried our best to make people realise that this thought of theirs, needs to change.. People try to create awareness programmes, and what not, just to change the way people think..

The question is, is it really helping??? 

The answer is no… Definately not..

So instead of trying to change their beliefs, by telling them how females are no less than males, lets show them.. 

Let’s try something different.. Lets help every girl child rise.. Rise to the point, where they create a wow moment, for people to admire them.. Instead of spending our energy in educating people to change their thoughts, lets educate young girls in order to bring out their best.. Lets create a stepping stone for all the girls and women out there, lets make them get to the point, where people look upto them.. Lets educate them, motivate them, empower them, lets make them capable of achieving everything, what people thought they never could..

Lets focus on education, training, and empowering every woman be it in urban or rural population to become a role model in order to motivate others to do the same..

And this is the only way, we could make people understand the worth and capabilities of a women..

My mom always said, show the world, that your capabilities are no less, than that of a man..

Spending ten years in a girls school, never made me realise how important it was to define my worth as a girl, and today for the kind of woman i have grown up into being, i have dream to show the world what i am capable of being a female and a vision to empower all women to conquer the world.. Its my aim to make them realise their worth and help them define it to the world..

Someone once said, little girls with dreams, become women with vision..

Lets show the world, what Gods Creation is capable of in real..

If we bring this into reality, there would definately be a day in the future, where people would pray for a girl child.. And surely, female foeticide would come to an end.. Lets hope and work our way towards it.. 

The lucky me..

Is this your first child? she asked, looking into a face, which wasn’t even ready for what she was living with.. The mother replied, no… its my third.. Looking, at how cute the baby looked while he was asleep.. She thought how lucky his mother was, to be able to bring into existence a part of her.. She then asked, how are you feeling? Do you have any pain? Any pain in the back? The mother replied yes, it pains only when i sit for a long time.. 

She then taught the mother the right way of positioning herself and the baby while feeding.. After which she said, let’s get started, with some exercises you need to be doing, to ward off your pain.. The mother agreed and lied down on the bed.. Throughout the process of carrying out the exercises, she realized that the mother was very attentive to what she had to say, but didn’t even care about that baby lying just next to her.. Inspite of being a mother for the third time, she had no signs of a mother, whose baby was of prime importance to her.. 

After all said and done, she asked the mother, “How old are you”?.. The mother replied, 23.. The number, was the answer to all the questions her mind was filled with.. A moment of silence, just paused everything in place.. There she stood, infront of a 23yr old mother of three, as a 22yr old girl who still ate the food her mom made for her, still needed her dad to get things for her, and who still was a daughter to her parents.. 

All this while she had been thinking that life had been unfair to her, for reasons not worth a mention, just to find out, that life was far more unfair to others.. She realized, people were living lives worth more, than what their age could even handle.. 

It made her realize, that in life we all needed to grow, but not everyone, got time to grow.. 

That day made her realise, that she should be grateful that she had time to grow.. She was lucky, she had time to do everything she wanted to, before she could even raise her own children.. She realised she needed to make use of her time, she had been given to grow.. And now she wasn’t just a girl who was a living a life without a purpose, but a therapist who had a dream, a vision to change the world.. 

Now she exactly knew why she was here.. It all made sense.. She was here to make this world a better place with her existence.. 

What Sancheti Institute taught me..

I don’t know how my life brought me to the place I never imagined myself to be.. Stepping into this place called Sancheti, never made me realise, for what exactly I came here for.. It just so happened, that it took me 3 years to understand what I was planning to be.. For these 3 years I was sailing this ship just for the purpose of doing so.. 

However these 3 years were nothing less than a blessing.. The reason I say this, is because, here is where I learned lessons for life.. Just the hospital setting, taught me what life was, it taught me how important it was, it taught me what family meant, it taught me how lucky I was to have what I had been blessed with.. 

When I saw patients conscious and breathing but not being able to move, it made me realise living was far more than just breathing, it was the ability to do what you want independently.. I realised that not everyone had this opportunity.. And I was lucky enough to have it.. 

Looking at patients coming with family on a daily basis for years together, to get themselves treated in the opd, made me realise, the definition of family, and how important it was to have one.. It takes alot of courage to give up your daily job and spend your time in taking care of someone who really matters to you.. And that’s the kind of courage only family could possess.. 

Seeing a man walk with a prosthetic limb, made me realise I should be grateful to God for all he had given me.. Spending my life cribbing for things I didnt have, some how made me feel guilty after realising how much i already had.. 

Getting this opportunity to learn from an institute, like sancheti was one of the best things, happened to me.. Here is where I got knowledge from actual practicioners, surgeons, physicians, physiotherapists and also from my seniors.. What more could I even ask for..? 

At the end of 3yrs, which was all about completion of cases, passing exams just to make sure your ship reaches the shore, was the start to my final year.. Stepping into 4th year when I started treating patients, I realised what physiotherapy really meant.. It was the art of adding colour to the life of my patients.. For me it is the way i help my patients deal with their problems by making them stronger than they were yesterday ..And trust me I never used massage for that.. 

It was my final year that made me realise that all I would be doing years after today, was treat.. It made me realise that I wasn’t here to complete cases and pass exams, for the sake of doing it, i was here to help someone make their life worth living.. I was here to make them feel better than they were yesterday, I was here to make a change in my patients life, who is not just a patient, but also a human.. 

I don’t know how and when I actually started falling in love with what i was doing.. Today I enjoy every bit of the time I spend with my patients, so much so that I don’t realise how time passes by.. I guess, the 4th year, got me to be who i intend be in my future.. 

Today, for the kind of person I am, it all starts with and ends with “My Patient”.. My patient is my responsibility.. My patient is my priority.. That girl, who years before had no idea of the ship she was sailing in, now recognized herself to be the captain of the ship, her patients were sailing in.. 

As time passed by, my life gave me that one big reason for which it had brought me here, years back.. And today I would like to thank Sancheti Institute of Physiotherapy for all that I am.. Thank you.. 

World physiotherapy day.. 

According to World Confederation of Physical Therapy, World Physiotherapy Day is celebrated for the physical therapists, to create awareness about the crucial contribution, the profession makes to keep people well, mobile and independent.. 

This day has been celebrated in India since the year, 2009..

Today in the year 2017, we still live in a world which is unaware of our profession..

The question is, why are people still not aware of physiotherapy inspite of us spending 8 years in making people aware of our profession..? 

The reason is that, if we are trying to create awareness, it is a change in the people’s thinking and perception that we are trying to bring about.. And a change cannot be brought up in a single day.. A day out of the 365 days can be easily forgotten.. And what did we achieve by spending 8 days in 8 years talking and doing whatever we could do to make people aware of our profession..? 

Did it serve our purpose? 

No, of course not.. 

Because even today, people have the question of what is physiotherapy, and people who think they know, consider it to be just a synonym for massage.. 

No, i am not against creating awareness, on a particular day celebrated as World Physiotherapy Day but the what i am trying to say is that a change comes with time and it needs perseverance of actions.. 

So now if instead of spending 1 day in a year if we could spend 1 day per month doing something big or 1 day per week on a smaller scale, would that help? 

Maybe yes, we could always try, it would be better than 1 day per year right? 

The whole point is, if we make a difference in our patients life by spending days in treating them, then why are we devoting just 1 day to make the whole world aware of how hard we work to make our patient’s life worth living? 

People need to be made aware of what goes into making, what we make possible for our patients.. 

It’s high time, 8 years have passed and now we need to make this year a memorable one for our profession.. We need to make the world aware that we put in our patience, knowledge and skill for days, months and years together, just to add life to years, of our patients and we never use massage for achieving that.. 

Finally a successful senior.. 

Just Yesterday, I stepped into the ward to check on a patient I had been treating a few weeks back.. 

      Reported to the senior, and he was happy to see me there as always.. He knew, i had been coming, just to check on my patients.. And he respected that.. So much so that, I got a text from him saying, he was happy to see me there, keep it up.. Those words of appreciation were worth everything I did.. 

After treating some new patients, to help him out, and checking on my old patients, and finally finishing it off with an entry, I turned around to see something that made me my day.. It was the exact same thing, that made my senior happy.. 

I turned around, and saw my junior who had assessed the same old case along with me, standing there at the patients bed, just to see how he had improved.. 

That moment for me was an amazing one, because now I knew I had been successful as a senior.. If I could inculcate those same values in my junior, to keep a check on the patients improvement, i had achieved it.. I had now been able to bring into existence a new gonna be physical therapist, who cared.. 

It makes me proud everytime, I see my juniors learn, what I try to teach them.. I teach them what no one taught me, what I learned by myself, with the expectation that would bring out the best in them and they would pass it on to their juniors in the same way as I did.. 

That day seeing her do, what I had been trying to teach her not with words but with my actions, I felt the same, what maybe my senior had been feeling, when he saw me doing the same.. 

It was a moment of achievement.. Today, I would like to thank my senior for appreciating my efforts and my junior to make them of worth.. Now I can make sure i have my profession in safe and responsible hands.. 

Well maybe, most of you might be thinking of who actually the senior or the junior is..? Well, wait and watch, just their actions would define them, more than words.. 

Who was she? 

As always, she stepped into the ward and reported to her senior.. The senior said could you just treat the patient on bed no. 9? Yes of course, why not.. As she walked towards the bed, she saw the patient lying on the bed with the leg covered.. She knew it was a case of celluilitis.. 

She read the file and asked him, his complaints.. By his side, stood his wife answering all the questions.. She then said to the patient, lets get started with some exercises.. The patient agreed.. She kept asking questions answering which the wife started sobbing, complaining about all the problems.. Listening carefully to what the wife said, she replied.. Its okay it happens.. She knew well, that the patients wife needed someone who could listen.. And then there was a new speaker, it was the patient himself, for the first time, he finally opened up, to tell what all he had been feeling.. And now she listened even more carefully, which made her realise that the patients problem was in his mind.. He wasn’t stressed about his impairment, but about how he would be dealing with it.. 

      She made it her point, to make him realise how she could help him deal with his problem, listening to what, he felt content.. She then left saying, i want you to remember and do all that has been told.. 

      Next day, when she walked towards him, she saw him smiling, she knew, she was rendering the right treatment.. She asked him how do you feel, he said alot better.. She then said, i would like to see how well you remember the exercises taught. Before she could, move on, the patient said madam, I wanted to ask a question.. Yes of course, she said, go on.. He said, mam is it okay if i have a bath, as i am a bit apprehensive about the water entering the wound.. She replied, asking what was told to him by the medical professional, and he said, yes the doctor has told me have a bath, but I thought I should ask you once.. 

       Those words asking for her permission, for a query small as such, inspite of the authority, higher than her, telling him what to do, left her with nothing to speak.. She tried her best, to make him understand that he should be doing whatever he was told to do, by the doctor, without any hesitation.. 

       There she stood infront of that patient wearing that white coat, with a mindset and a badge of just a 2nd year Bpth student.. She was now,  being compared to a MD(Doctor of Medicine) by profession.. 

       She knew well that her knowledge at that level of education was not even worth the comparison.. But the way she portrayed the values of humanity was worth all the respect she was endowed with.. 

      That day she was enlightened by the fact that the respect she received was not for the white coat she wore, but the attitude she bore.. 

      Now, she knew the reason of her patients compliance.. It made her happy to see her patient remember all that was told to him.. 

      Her happiness knew no bounds, because now she exactly knew, who she wanted to be.. Her patient himself, defined her worth.. What more could she ask for? 

      All she did to get that respect was, she listened to whom, no one listened.. Cared about whom, no one cared.. 

She was the patient’s physical therapist.. And now she knew her real identity..