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Friday, 7 October 2016

Not Your Usual Motivational Bullshit.


Motivating someone is hard. There are too many 'thought leaders' out there telling everyone who'll listen, 'If I can do it, anyone can!'. But it doesn't work for those who've lost everything. Here's how to motivate those who REALLY need it.
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I saw some rehab specialists today. First time I had actually, which is surprising, given how many different aspects of my life have been compromised by my Graft Versus Host Disease. 

Anyway, that's how I ended up walking up and down a ward, over and over. Apparently the magical cure to my debilitating cramps is walking... 
Who knows though, it could work. Worth a shot, right? 

So there I was,, doing a 6 minute walk test, putting up a number that I'd be ashamed of 5 or 6 years ago, when a lady I kept passing kept calling out to me. I didn't understand her at first, I thought she may have been delirious or something. But on maybe the 5th lap, when I strained really hard, I finally heard what she was saying. 

"It's so unfair... I used to be able to do that."

"Awww, why are you doing this?"

"It's so unfair..."

At first, I was embarrassed. And a little mad. I'd just realised they were making me gallivant my way across these halls in front of peoplew ho can't even get out of bed, yet alone do the things we take for granted, like getting up to go to the toilet. 

My next response. Annoyance. No, closer to Indignation. How dare she say it was unfair that I was doing "well" (most of you who are well bodied and young would agree that being able to walk a grand total of 300m in 6 minutes isn't exactly a portrait of good health). What did she know about what I'd been through to do this? About how the cramps which debilitated me at night and left me screaming, just begging for it to stop??

But I held that back when I remembered where she was. Unable to walk, even get out of bed after a stroke. It was exactly where I was years ago, as I was learning to walk again after my own transplant, as I tried and tried, over and over again to regain a semblance of normality. How would I have reacted to an indignant prick who'd tell me that they'd done their time, their fair share of suffering then? Not well.

But as I thought about what I should say, striding back and forth through the ward, I also asked myself how I'd have reacted to a pompous prick proclaiming, "I've done it, so can you!"

Not well either... 

That's the thing though. "Motivational speakers", "thought leaders" and "inspiring personalities" are all the go these days. There seems to be 30 of them for every one of us. 

It's all good and well when we hear their stories. I mean, if you're normal, or if you feel good about yourself and the world, they often can lift you up. If they can do it, anyone can, right? 

But if you're not in a good place, if you're suffering something devastating like this lady is... If you're facing a chronic illness or disability; something that won't budge, no matter how much you "positively think!" about it, or if you're depressed, and miserable about yourself and the world, it literally feels like these people are saying you're just whinging, ungrateful or inferior for your suffering. That you're weak because you haven't been able to get over it, like them. 

It doesn't help. It literally makes them feel more down. It discourages them, the very opposite of what's intended, when you're not well. I know, I've been there, and I've hated hearing those things too. 

What should you say, you ask? 

Well, it depends on the person. There isn't a one-size-fits-all solution. 

But what do most need? 

Encouragement is one thing. Acknowledging that their pain is real, and important to you, is extremely important. It's vital. No matter how much your mind may say otherwise, no matter if you're a doctor, nurse, or just a friend who's watched on as someone going through much worse just grimaced and got on with it, and are now dealing with someone who thinks their world's just ended or someone who tells you they have nothing to smile about, their suffering is real and just. 

Who are you to say their pain isn't pain? 



I can honestly say that depression, and this chronic illness (not just the horrible aspects of it, like the cramps, but how it makes me feel about myself and what I can do) has been harder to face than every single battle I've had with cancer. 

At least with that, I had an end in sight. Something to work towards. 

At least in that, I had my mind on my side. 

So don't tell someone like her, or anyone else who's really down, for any reason, that they should be "grateful because some poorer soul out there is suffering more"... Again, ask yourself how that helps. You've literally given them no way to get through their pain, just told them, in this case, intentionally, to their face, that they're weak and ungrateful and don't deserve to feel the way they do. 

How then do you give someone something to get through their struggles, when those struggles seem so deep? 

Well, I think letting them know that it is gonna be hard, that it does, and will suck at times, is vital. It doesn't kid them, it doesn't give them an overly rosy perspective of the journey to come, and contrary to what you may think, when you're facing something terrifying, and are at rock bottom anyway, it prepares you. And gives you only one way to look, and think. One way to go. Up! 

After this, show them that though it is a long journey, you can make it easier. There are hundreds of little tips and tricks, things that take only minor changes to your habits, lifestyle and mindset, that'll help you get through things easier. 

Facing long rehab? Like you're just trying to get up and out of bed for the first time in hospital, or for the first time in a while when you're depressed, rehab? 
Do those exercises that seem to take everything out of you in the evenings, or mornings, when you're about to shower anyways, or do it right after food, when you're most energetic. Get the pros to help you. Get them, or get others who know (the internet and chat rooms can be a great resource to help you do this), to give you the easy ways of doing things. The rehab physicians I saw today gave me exercises to do while sitting down at a chair! Perfect for not just my cramps, but my exams coming up soon (God help me). 





Ask a friend to help you, commit to something you can't easily skate out of, and you get others on your side in this battle.  
Indeed, if you're in a position where you're trying to help someone, get them someone they can look up to! Someone who may have been through something similar to them. You may not be able to fathom what they're going through (and I believe this doesn't mean you can't help), but there will always be others who can! And they can help so much... That was certainly the case for me... When I was going into my first bone marrow transplant, I was terrified deep down, until I saw someone who'd been through it too. Just seeing them gave me a sense that this could be okay. That the pain and misery in my future did have an end point. And the chats we had throughout it, the tips and tricks and encouragement she gave me just stuck more. There are so many tools out there, set up by the government, hospitals, foundations and just the internet that connect people together. Even if you can't find the right words, right away, someone out there can! 

Feeling like it's not working? That all the work you're putting is getting you nowhere? Or that getting better is so long away? 
Give it time. But give yourself something to work towards. Look at the big picture, what this is all for, and give yourself a goal. An end point, something to keep you marching forwards in those hard times. Make it a long term goal. One that you can keep yourself accountable to by setting smaller achievements to accomplish. Write it down somewhere. Post it to Facebook, and make yourself accountable. 
Make that reason for going on an ideal; something greater than you. To care, or take away the suffering of your loved ones, to work for others, or something you believe in. And by doing this,  and you rig your mind to not just look at the big picture, but place getting there as one of your top priorities. 

But if you're feeling like giving up, then the last, best thing you can do is to let yourself be human. Believe me, you'll feel like giving up, or that it's pointless, or that you'll never get there many times on your journey. Whatever you're accomplishing is hard enough when you're normal and facing so many external hardships, yet alone when you're facing internal ones you feel like, or you physically can't control. I've done some crazy things in my time, and so many people call me an inspiration for many of them. 





But the truth is, I've given up on so many things too. I've told myself, "Why bother exercising when I'm gonna get sick and lose all I've gained anyway? When I can't even do half of what I used to," so many times now, it's not funny. And I've succumbed to those too, along the way. 

But it's when I'm pushing myself too hard that I do this. When I tell myself "Anything's possible" and set myself on something that, halfway through, feels impossible to me, I lose hope, and feel like giving up. 
Which is why acknowledging to them, or yourself, that there will be hurdles, obstacles and failures along the way; that your goal may take months, or years to accomplish is so important. 
It's why telling them, that their goal, their deepest desire may not be fulfilled isn't disheartening. Because giving a shot and trying, even if it brings only small comfort will still matter, if not to them right away, then to those they love. 
It doesn't discourage you, if done right. If these are acknowledged, but you're also given ways of getting through those hurdles, or at least, assurance that help and friendship will be there when trouble comes, it actually makes you more likely to succeed. 

And I guess that's at the heart of what I always try to say. 

Do I believe you can do anything you set your mind to? 

Well, if you're well of mind and body, and if you're afforded the opportunities you deserve (which many, including the poor, women and other marginalised populations aren't) then, barring the impossible-according-to-the-laws-of-physics, yes. 

But if you're not, it can be much, much, harder. 

You should never impose your beliefs and values onto others; especially those who may need your help. 

But that doesn't mean you can't. 

And I hope I've given you one way to try and do that. 

So what did I tell her? 

I told her that I'm sorry for her pain. That I could only begin to imagine what she was going through. That it must be horrible.

But then that I myself had been at a low point once myself. That I'd seen others who had been through what she had, and recovered. 

That I didn't know what was possible for her. That I did know there would probably be times you feel no difference, that you may go backwards at times, that you may wanna quit.  

But that there is an end goal that you can and should aspire to. That this could well be the very thing that gets here there. And that she was in the best place to get her there.  

I wish her the very best. 





















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Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Dad Jokes

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 During my time in hospital, and the months, years now of near isolation afterwards, my mum was the heart and head of my whole treatment. Keeping me safe, making sure I was comfortable and never alone, coordinating EVERYTHING that came with the cancer treatment, all while working, completing her MBA and keeping the house in order too (I still don't know how she did it)... all those things. 

But if she was the heart, Dad was the soul of my cancer "battle". He kept me smiling, organized surprises and events, just him being the larrikin, the easy going person he is made my life that much easier. 

The best thing he used to do though (and still does to this day) - was his jokes. 

But a joke is wasted, if not told. And though he delivers those jokes with the best of them (even jokes I've heard thousands of times, I don't mind hearing again when he tells them)... he sends us these crackers that he "makes up on his own" all the time. So without further ado, I'll throw in his best ones, so hopefully you too can laugh no matter what too. 

Facebook Banter 

Dad and I have a hate-hate relationship on Facebook. Whenever we get the chance, we take cheap shots on eachother. And I mean whenever... Once he hacked my Facebook and shared all the dirty pictures he could. Let's just say I had a week of explaining to do... plus a few friendships tainted... 

But this one was gold. 

It was plastering day at med school the other week, and my tutorial happened to be on April Fool's day. A GOLDEN opportunity to freak out my parents, right??? 

Wrong. Because as I posted this.. he snuck in with this gem. 

I'm not even mad... My Autar... take a bow. But I'd watch out for next time if I were you...
 I mean c'mon, his comment got more likes than my pic. I COULDA BEEN DYING GUYS!!!!!

Some of his "original jokes" that he kept saying to keep me smiling in the tough times. 

   

Why We Pay Upper Management the Big Bucks

A company, feeling it was time for a shakeup, hired a new CEO. The new boss was determined to rid the company of all slackers.

On a tour of the facilities, the CEO noticed a guy leaning against a wall and idly picking his teeth. The room was full of workers and he wanted to let them know that he meant business. He asked the guy,

"How much money do you make a week?"

A little surprised, the young man looked at him and said, "I make a little over $400 dollars a week, why?

The CEO said,"Wait right here."

He walked back to his office, came back in two minutes, and handed the guy $1,600 in cash and said, "Here's four weeks' pay. Now GET OUT and don't come back."

Feeling pretty good about himself the CEO looked around the room and asked,

"Does anyone want to tell me what that goof-ball did here?"

From across the room a voice said,

"Sure - he was the Pizza delivery guy from Domino's and was just waiting to collect the money!"

Marriage Training

Son: Dad, I want to get married. 

Father: First, tell me you're sorry. 

Son: For what? 

Father: Say sorry. 

Son: But for what ? What did I do? 

Father: Just say sorry. 

Son: But...what have i done wrong ? 

Father: Say sorry! 

Son: WHY? 

Father: Say sorry!! 

Son: Please, just tell me why? 

Father: Say sorry!!! 

Son: OK, Dad...i'm sorry! 

Father: There ! You're finished training. When you learn to say sorry for no reason at all, then you're ready to get married!

Here comes the Bride

A young man excitedly tells his mother he�s fallen in love and that he is going to get married. 

He says, �Just for fun, Ma, I�m going to bring over 3 girls and you try and guess which one I�m going to marry.� 

The mother agrees. 

The next day, he brings three women into the house and sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while. He then says, �Okay Ma, guess which one I�m going to marry.� 

She immediately replies, �The one on the right.� 

�That�s amazing, Ma. You�re right. How did you know?� 

The mother replies, �I don�t like her." 

Report Card

Father: Why did you get such a low score in that exam? 

Son: Absence. 

Father: You were absent on the day of the exam? 

Son: No but the boy who sits next to me was!

I feel sheepish for sharing this one... 

After a talking sheepdog gets all the sheep in the pen, he reports back to the farmer: �All 40 accounted for.� 

�But I only have 36 sheep,� says the farmer. 

�I know,� says the sheepdog. �But I rounded them up.�

Polly want a WHAT?"!?!!

A man went to a pet shop looking to buy a parrot. The shop had several parrots but one was priced much lower than the others. When the man asked why one was so much cheaper than the others, the pet shop owner assured the man that he did not want the cheaper one because it had a very foul mouth. 

"I've tried everything, but I can't get him to stop cussing", he explained. 

Eager to save some money, the man bought the parrot, sure he could teach the bird not to cuss. He too tried everything to stop the parrot's foul mouth. 

Finally, in frustration, he put the bird in the freezer to cool off. After a few minutes, he opened the freezer to find the parrot with a totally changed attitude. 

"Please, I'll NEVER cuss again! Please let me out! By the way, what did the chicken do?"

You can't teach common sense

An uneducated father with his educated son went on a camping trip. They set up their tent and fell asleep. Some hours later, the father woke up his son. 

Father: Look up to the sky and tell me what you see. 

Son: I see millions of stars... 

Father: And what does that tell you? 

Son: Astronomically, it tells me that, there are millions of galaxies and planets out there! 

Father slaps the son hard on his hand and says, "Idiot, someone has stolen our tent!"

The ol' rancher.

A rancher was minding his own business when an FBI agent came up up to him and said, "We got a tip that you may be growing illegal drugs on the premises. Do you mind if I take a look around?" 

The old rancher replied, "That's fine, you shouldn't go over there though." As he pointed at one of his fields. 

The FBI agent snapped at him, "I'm am a federal agent! I can go wherever I want!" With that he pulled out his badge and shoved it into the ranchers face. 

The rancher shrugged this off and continued with his daily chores. About 15 minutes later he heard a loud scream from the field he had pointed out earlier. All of a sudden he could see the FBI agent sprinting towards him with a large bull on his heels. 

The rancher rushed to the fence and yelled, "HEY HEY!!", tugging his shirt, "SHOW HIM YOUR BADGE!"

The glass is always half full.

This poor man is facing surgery on both his feet because of severe wounds. The doctor has warned him that he cannot tell how bad the damage is until he gets him in the operating room and he has prepared the man for the worst. 

After surgery, the man is slowly waking up and he sees the surgeon approaching his bed. The doc looks at him and says, "I have good news news and I have bad news - which would you like first?" 

The man nervously responds, "Give me the bad news first." The doc says, "I had to take both your feet" 

"Oh my, what could possibly be the good news?" says the man. 

"The guy in the bed next to you wants to buy your slippers!" 


I'm gonna keep updating this with more laughs and videos of some stuff he's done too! Not to mention the post with the dirtier jokes he's shared with me in another post soon...
So make sure you subscribe here, like Musings of a Med Student Patient on Facebook, check out my YouTube and all the other funny posts on this blog (look under the "Humour in Hospital" section) and hopefully, dad can keep you guys smiling too =] 

It isn't always easy, but you can always find something to smile about during your toughest times. All you need, at times, is a little push to remind you of that. How I used my mind to stay as healthy, hearty, and, most importantly, happy during my cancer journey. And still do to this day. 




Dad, in any photo. Can you figure out which one is dad?

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Thursday, 29 August 2013

Hallucinations

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Your mind is a powerful thing.

It's your personality, your spirit, it's every aspect on how you view the world.

It's you.

It's no surprise, therefore, that when your mind gets affected by something and you lose control of yourself, it is often a torturous, traumatic experience.

During my treatment, I had a brush with that kind of mental health. 

I developed an allergy to a drug I'd been taking for a long time for some reason or another that gave me PRES (Posterior Reversible Encephalopathy Syndrome) - a very rare, but luckily, reversible condition, that sends people down into a staggering path of seizures, altered personalities, nausea and hallucinations.

Those 2 weeks I was being treated for it 2 of the worst in my life. 

But looking back I am able to see past that and not let it affect me. It wasn't easy to do so. It took some time, but today I can look back and draw from my experience in a positive manner.

I hope what you're about to read can help others do the same.

The scariest part of my condition was definitely the hallucinations. 
How real your mind can make impossible situations seem and the weird sort of links you see in the world when you're out of your mind can be just plain frightening. But the fact that they are the projections of your inner soul - your inner person - allows yourself to see who you REALLY are deep inside. I was lucky enough to come out of it good...

But not everyone would be as lucky as me, or able to see their way past a mental illness and come out the other end like I had. And their trials aren't limited to extreme things like hallucinations. Things like trauma and depression people face on a day to day basis are even harder to see out of sometimes because it becomes a part of someone. Some of the things I experienced and saw really makes me sympathise with anyone who has to face that struggle every day of their life.

And unfortunately, millions of people do.

Here are a few of the most powerful, moving hallucinations I had. For anyone who's ever gone through anything similar to this or anyone who may be going through a severe issue such as this, I really hope that this helps you get past your experiences and encourage you to talk to someone about your fears and concerns (that someone can be me) and find a way to move past them.


Time travelling

You guys remember the whole Mayan Calender - "The world is gonna end!" - Armagedon sort of event that was predicted to happen on December 21 2012 right?

Well, I experienced it all a few days before you all... 

Let me explain.

During my time with PRES, I was obsessed with the idea of time. I don't know why but things like the clock and the time display on the computer terrified me. 
If I glanced at a clock face in that time, the hands would change directions every now and then, they'd sometimes grow a tail and even flip around, and twist and move in different directions.

One day, I was on my laptop. It was the 12/12/12 and approaching 12am, midnight. My mind in its state, shifted it to 21 though and as time ticked over - I entered Judgement Day 8 days before everyone else.

I was panicking - I knew about the whole Mayan Calendar thing and in my confused, delirious state, really thought that the world was going to end. I started clutching at the straps restraining me, struggling to sit up to look through a window at the sky that wasn't even there in the Intensive Care Unit, and see what was happening to the world.

Well, oddly enough nothing happened. Not even through the day. But I lived a full day - more than a week in advance - all in my head. I actually lived it - experienced everything from the taste of the breakfast muffin dad got me that morning to the feel of a fan cooling my face to even seeing and talking to visitors who never actually came - all in my head!

Even more amazing - I envisaged a whole day's worth of international cricket (a sport we Aussies love to watch) playing on the TV the whole day. Australia had a great days play so looking back at it now, it's made me realise how much pride I have for my country. I even watched a YouTube music video of a "newly released" song by Eminem, Kanye West and Hopsin all in my head. I looked it up a few months afterwards when I was thinking back to this particular hallucination and realised that I had, in the span of 3:45 minutes, made up A WHOLE SONG - chord progressions, beat, lyrics and all WITH music video to match in my head.

That in itself is amazing!

But the next day when I woke up and saw that it was actually the 14th of December - I was shocked. The whole time I was hallucinating, I didn't even know I was. I had lucid moments where I was myself  for a few minutes a day but I don't remember those. So naturally I panicked as I believed that I'd just travelled through time. I lashed out at doctors, nurses, my family - accusing them of making up my whole disease and forcing me through useless treatments, asking questions they couldn't answer like why the windows were open when there weren't any in the ICU anyway in my confusion.

It was my family who got me through it all - who grounded me every time - sometimes even playing along with hallucinations and withstanding the tempers and tantrums that came with them. What I was going through was hard enough - but I can't even imagine having to watch someone you love go through all that pain. My brother in particular had to focus on this AND his final years' exams too - how he managed to do as well as he did still astounds me! They kept me laughing, kept me as sane as possible - something I can never be grateful enough for.

Something that I now realise countless carers and supporters do for people with mental illnesses every day of their lives!


Kill me.

It started off a normal day. I had just started losing my hair again after chemotherapy actually and in my almost deranged state - was scared out my mind by visions of floating strands of hair entering my central line - an exaggeration of how germophobic I get when my immune system gets killed off from chemo.

In any case, my doctor came into the room and I had a sudden vision. The light shifted and it was as if all those hair particles were emitting from HIM and coming to almost attack me.

The scary thing was the sense of doom I got from it. I connected his presence with the reason for me being attacked and infected by all the bugs I was getting sick and I found myself shouting at him to get out of the room.

What I did next I can't even believe. I reached for my central line and was seriously contemplating pulling it out. It wouldn't be lethal if I had done it, but I had just been overwhelmed by my circumstance and had made the conclusion that the hairs were going to cause an infection and kill me.
I wanted out.

Nurses came running in and I was asking about euthanasia and if they could do it for me. To be asked that question by someone who only days before had been smiling and genuinely happy must've been terrifying - but as usual, they did their job well and grabbed the doctors. I suspect I was also put on suicide watch or something like that too. 

What I did later that night though horrifies me to this day.

I was suddenly pulled out of my reverie before I started sleeping and saw small chunks of hair entering my central line again.

I grabbed my mother's hair and screamed at her, "KILL ME NOW! BEFORE THEY DO!" I pointed at my line again, urging her to see the clogged up chunks of possibly lethal shavings running into my veins. 
"PLEASE!"

To be asked that by someone you love is horrifying. The way she managed to calm me down with the help of the nurses and remain smiling in front of me astounds me to this day. I can never thank her enough for all she's done for me - but that one night in particular stands out from the hundreds she spent running back and forth from home to hospital, 45 minutes away, cooking and preparing meals all the time and sleeping on a too-small couch in that dreary hospital room for months on end.

It made me really appreciate the support I had behind me and it made the horrifying experience just bearable for me. Her support, her courage, is why I can write this today without being affected by it.

And there will always be someone who can do that for you in your time of need - whether it be someone, like my amazing mother in my case, in your family, a friend or partner, me even (feel free to comment your own experiences anonymously below) or best of all - a professional. Do not feel ashamed or weak to do so. In truth, if you take a step back and ask yourself why you shouldn't talk about it - you'll see it's only an excuse to not get better and taking that first step and confiding in someone is actually the most courageous thing you can do.

Though the first two may seem otherwise, not all of my hallucinations were dreary, dark things with little hope. In fact, most, though scary or confusing at the time, are actually quite funny looking back at them now and there are a few that I as exalting, inspirational revelations rather than something to feel down about. Hopefully by reading about this one you can see that any issues you may have - any trials you may face in your future - can ALWAYS be seen in another, more positive way.


The Most Amazing Hour Of My Life

This one started not too long after the last one. 


A few days prior to this particular hallucination, I'd had an episode of cortical blindness - a weird kind of blindness where your mind refuses to register images that you see but you're still able to walk around without falling over things and are still otherwise aware of your environment  For some reason I was suffering from extremely blurred vision for the days after that too.  

It was 7:30pm on Sunday night - and my favorite show was about to come on - "Extreme Fishing Adventures with Robson Green." My elder cousin - a really good friend of mine - had come in to sit down and chat and I hadn't seen him in weeks so I was glad to have him there and Dad was there too - he wouldn't miss that show unless he absolutely had to!

But for some reason, I was getting a really weird vibe from them both. The way they'd look at each-other every now and then with solemn looks and then turn away when I caught them looking made me think something was afoot. And I was getting an odd feeling in my chest - a little tightening maybe - that was bugging me.

The episode began with the these song playing and it was like a veil being lifted away from my eyes for the first time in years. 
The blurriness, the weird flashes of light that kept coming up and annoying me as I tried to see things shifted in an instant and I could see perfectly again. Everything was well defined and clear as if a group of electricians had come in and with pit-stop-team efficiency changed my television to the most high-tech, advanced HD possible and left without me noticing.

I exclaimed "This is amazing!" and Dad and Manik, my cousin, looked over questioningly, with slight, almost knowing smiles on their faces.

"What's up?" asked Manik.

"I can see everything... better than I have before. The TV, all the posters in the room - I can see people's faces on the street!"

"That's good man," he said, calmly.

"Yeah, it's cool isn't it," said Dad.

I was a little confused at their lack of excitement at the sudden reversal of my symptoms, but the show that was on was so beatific I soon found myself entranced by it. One of my greatest hobbies in life - fishing - was being displayed in the most perfect way possible. The host, Robson Green was sitting at a spot not too dissimilar to one of my favourite places of all time, a little lake surrounded by trees and sand and wading out to mid-ankle level and casting at fish he could see  and - more importantly - catching them too.

My conversation with my cousin was one of the funniest and one of the best I'd had ever, as we relived all our old experiences of playing basketball together, of holidays we'd gone on years in the past and laced it with exaggerated, mostly made up references of our conquests and the prowess we displayed in dealing with the fairer sex.

As the show ended, everything became even more surreal than before. 

Breathing was getting harder - but not painfully so - just requiring a little more effort than usual.

"How are you feeling," asked Dad, concern showing clearly on his face.

"I dunno but I'm feeling a little slow I guess, but it's probably me just a little tired. How good was that show?"

"Yeah it was good wasn't it," he agreed, "Your timer's getting low, might wanna buzz the nurse in soon."

Sure enough, my medication pump started beeping and in a few minutes the nurse came in, checked my medications and put on the 5 minute, post medication flush, nodding at my father and Manik as she left the room.
I gazed at them questioningly but was distracted again by the show.

It was as if everything had shifted. Robson - the host of the show - talked and it was as if he was talking directly to me.

"The end is near. And it will go off with a bang." he pronounced, gently caressing a little trout he'd just pulled in. "Don't worry - don't be afraid - it won't be hard, in fact, it will be beautiful. I present to you Extreme Fishing, the Movie."

A sense of finality came over me. But it was peaceful - soothed by the smiles of my father and cousin and made happy by the montage of scenes of his upcoming movie playing in the background.

I was starting to get a little scared and glanced anxiously at the timer on the pump as it ticked down closer to 0.

I thought I was going to die.

"Don't worry, Nikhil," assured Dad. "It'll all be over soon. And it won't hurt"
Robson's voice called out, breaking the little silence, "It will not be sad, it'll be over quickly. And it's coming soon."

"Dad, what's happening? Why are you guys acting so weird."

The pump started beeping.

"Don't worry, Nikhil. Press the silence button. Trust me - you'll be fine."

I glanced over him and at Manik tentatively. I looked at my pump again and the time was out. I suddenly realised they must've rigged the "Silence Buzzer" button to release a medication that would end it all peacefully.

I glanced at them, tearing up a little. But they glanced back, solemn looks on their faces, and nodded for me to continue.

I looked back to the button and slowly extended my finger outward. It would all be over soon. I could feel it. But I wasn't scared. 
I trusted them and knew they'd know best of what was to come. Though I was shaking, tears streaming down my face, I slowly found it in myself to extend that finger and closed my eyes as I pressed the button, leaving us in silence.

I waited - knowing it would take a while for the medication to take effect.

After a few minutes, however, I opened my eyes, and blinked a few times. 

Nothing had happened. I turned my head back toward my cousin and father to my right and saw them beaming at me - grins stretched across their faces and eyes shining with the making of tears.

"What happened?" asked Dad, struggling to hold back a smile.

"I don't know... Why did you do that to me? I was so scared!"

"Why do you think you're going to die! Son, you've made it. You're fine!" he said, choking back a sob.

I sit here now, crying in joy as I write this, and am still astounded by that one moment of pure joy, of pure ecstasy that my mind had made me experience.

Can you imagine the utter joy that experience brings me?

It let me know that deep down, in the core fibres of my being, my inner soul - I was so sure, so CERTAIN I would be fine, that I would be happy - despite all my struggles and pain, despite being told I had only a 10 - 20% of surviving twice and despite all the doubts I had along my journey. That I could envision something so uplifting, so motivating, so beautiful in a time where I was at the lowest in my life amazes me. And I thank my experiences, the attitude I'd developed with the help of my family, doctors, nurses and friends and myself every day for allowing me to experience such a thing in my life.

*****

The mind is a power thing.

And when something about it goes wrong, it can be a harrowing, life changing experience.

I am lucky enough to be able to have a healthy mind now (though I'm sure my brother would dispute this claim) and am so much more aware and sympathetic of the struggles people face on a daily basis in their battle with mental illnesses.

It affects a lot of us - depression will hit 1/2 people during their lifetime, dementia and Alzheimer's are on the rise along with many other mental disorders and people face trauma and struggle to deal with pain every day of their lives.

I hope that my story of my own experience can help you to see that it isn't something you should be ashamed about, or something that has to take you down. Give it time, do talk to someone about your problems - if possible a professional - and I hope that you do get better.


I know that each and every one of you can have all the happiness in the world.

All you've gotta do is give it some time and you'll realise that YOU have the power to control how you feel. 

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