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A cancer diagnosis can be life-changing, seriously influencing connections and the people near the person in question. In any case, this cancer survivor affectionately recalls how his better half remained his mainstay of help all through his diagnosis and treatment.
Hemant was 43 years old when he was diagnosed with mouth cancer. He was shocked and didn’t know what to do and how to face his wife Netra. In an interview, he talked his journey from his college days to being a cancer survivor and how his wife stood by him.
“In my first year of college, many of my friends would light cigarettes. It seemed a cool thing to do and I liked the aroma.
Very soon, I began taking a few drags with them. The drags grew, and I lit my very own first cigarette. From then to keeping packs in my pocket was just a matter of three months. Around then, I even started mixing tobacco in my pan masala. It felt like another world, light and intoxicating; every little or big stress seemed manageable with fire on one end and masala in my pocket.
When the time came, I tied the knot. My wife Netra was fiercely against any form of tobacco consumption. She tried all the tricks she could—threats, imploring, love. I even tried giving up both the vyasan many times, but each time my willpower failed. I tried to cut down on my smoking, which meant 8 instead of 10 cigarettes, and the days I tried not to chew tobacco, my cigarettes went up to 15! Then I would begin chewing tobacco too. Nothing worked!
Whenever Netra’s reproaches became too much, I would take the middle path. Lie that I had given up. When she found out, she would be angry, even not talk for a few days. We kept up this cycle for years and decades.
The day my cancer got detected, I had been lying to her for over two months about having given up both, cigarettes and chewing tobacco.
The doctor suggested surgery as treatment. He said, “We will simply remove the affected area. It can be done. I can tell you that you will not die from it.” His words really soothed me, with Netra holding my hand at my side.
We began discussing details of the surgery and its side effects. One major problem with mouth cancer is disfigurement. A cleanup of the affected area would leave a gaping hollow in my mouth. Our doctor said that since I was just 43 then, and had many good years ahead of me, I must opt for reconstructive surgery too. It was decided that they would take tissues from my arm and fill up the gap left behind once the affected area was cleaned out.
“We want Hemant’s life to be as close to normal,” Netra said. “We will come up with the required money.” I was admitted for surgery. They had shaved off my facial hair and even my head. When I saw my reflection, I was taken aback. But then I calmed down. My wife said, “You are as lovable to me, hair or no hair.”
My son, who was then in Class XII, told me that he had decided that he would go into cancer research. I did not know whether to cry for being so irresponsible as to put my family through the ordeal that I did or smile at the strength and wisdom of my wife and son. I told my family that I was being punished for lying to my wife and that punishment was not death. That surgery was a nice, tight slap in the face.
I felt very strongly that God did not want me to die, he just wanted me to live more responsibly. I said, “Main thappad Kahin ne aaun chuu.” (“I’ve been slapped hard.”)
After the surgery, the recovery was tough. I couldn’t do anything except walk. My right arm was very sore. I needed help for everything—to eat, drink, or even use the bathroom. Netra was always there. Most times, she would come even before I called for her help. I remember this feeling of embarrassment, again and again, of what I had put them through. One day she told me, “God gave us this problem so that we would not face a bigger one later. Now, all we have to do is work on solving this one, and I am with you in it on every step. Stop feeling bad. What’s done is done.” She said she had no complaints.
Every time I visited my plastic surgeon Bijal bhai and complained about my right hand, he would say that my cancer got detected because of my wife, and so every morning I should fold my hands and do namaste to her.
I did precisely that, for it was a physiotherapy exercise too.
Then one fine morning, my physiotherapist said, “Let’s try signing on the cheque book today, Hemant bhai.” I did and sent it to the bank. The cheque passed. It was like reclaiming power. A man’s identity does hinge on this, right?
Netra smiled and said, “Everything normal, haan?” I said, “How could it not be if you are there with me?”
During your hard times, all you need is your loved ones supporting you because that’s what keeps you going during this hard journey.
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Source - https://www.thebetterindia.com/85347/hemant-wife-why-survive-cancer-treatment/