How a cauterization surgery helped me stop the pain that has been plaguing me for over a decade
A cauterizing surgery has saved my life.
It saved my wife from a fatal stroke and made me more productive and happy.
But it was also an act of courage that helped save countless others.
A lot of people have said to me, ‘You’ve done it, you’ve done the right thing.
What can you tell me?’
My answer is simple: I don’t know.
All I know is that I have done the best I can.
I went to the hospital in 2009 and was in a coma for five months, suffering from acute respiratory distress syndrome, or ARDS.
At the time, I had been living in a house in a rural area of Kolkata and had to take care of my wife and my three children.
My family was in the process of moving to a larger house in Mumbai.
I had a small apartment in my home city and had no other place to live.
In the weeks before my surgery, I tried to take a walk to the nearest temple.
After taking a break, I was asked by a relative to go to a nearby temple.
I went there, thinking it would be a peaceful place for a short time.
I came to the temple and saw a man who was bleeding from a cut on his chest.
When I asked him why he was bleeding, he told me he had been in a car accident.
My heart dropped.
I didn’t know what to do.
I couldn’t go to the doctors and ask them what to expect.
My husband and I were in a difficult situation.
He had a job, and we were struggling to pay our rent.
My parents were struggling too.
My husband also had a problem with his health and needed treatment, but I was too busy with work to care.
I didn’t want to go.
I thought it was the right decision to leave him, but it was too late.
I was told that the doctors would need to perform surgery.
I got in the car and headed towards the hospital.
I could have gone home, but we had to get surgery done.
I have not been able to tell my wife, my children or my family what I had done.
They have not come to know.
It has left a deep, permanent scar on my family.
The scar is still there.
I had to wait months for the surgery to begin.
The first thing I had to do was get the stitches out of my chest.
The next thing was to get the blood flowing into my abdomen.
I also had to go for my first blood transfusion, and it was a miracle that my wife was able to recover after five months.
When we were told I had survived, my wife started crying.
I tried so hard to explain the circumstances of my death, but all I could manage was ‘I can’t say much.
You should know that I am very proud of my husband.’
She did not believe me.
I felt like an outsider, but she could not believe it.
I did not know what was going on in my head at the time.
It took me years to fully recover.
It was not until I met a friend who was a surgeon that I knew that my husband’s death was the result of an ARDS-related heart condition.
It is true that I had lost my husband to an ARES-related cardiac condition, but this did not mean that I was at the mercy of a disease that is not well understood.
The surgery I had planned was simple and straightforward.
I wanted to do a laparoscopic incision, where I would put a tube of metal and a plastic band around my heart.
I would have had to remove the band and have a caudal artery put into my artery, which would then be tied up with a plastic ring.
I knew I had the right surgeon.
I told him to take my heart and insert it in my artery.
I then called my mother to come pick me up and take me to the surgery room.
I needed to go into shock because I was still in a deep coma.
But I felt calm, relaxed and at peace.
My life was saved.
The operation went very well, and I had two years of hospital stay.
I managed to get out of a deep depression.
I became a strong person and a better husband.
I remember the last time I saw my wife.
She was in tears and said that I did the right things by keeping her alive.
I thanked her and promised to try to live a good life for her.
The last time she saw me was when she came to me with the news that I would be getting my own family.
I can only imagine what it was like to have a father figure like this.
My wife is still alive.
She is still the same person.
I am sure that my daughter will have a great future.
I don, however, wish that my life could be a little more peaceful. I
