This is a message to my well-wishers here. I have been feeling a heavy burden in my heart and thought it would be good to share it with my friends.
It's been one month that Nitesh and I flew to the USA for his treatment. Although we looked forward to the entire journey it was not easy, to say the least. Long hours of flying from one city to another, back and forth trip to the hospitals drained us. Nothing felt good. The toll of travel made him weaker to the extent that a few doctors refused to take his case. But he fought on and we consulted other hospitals and specialists who agreed to help us out. Our Alums and extended friend circle in the US made us feel at home and I couldn't be more thankful to them.
But this is not a bed of roses. It never was supposed to be, and now it is getting tougher by the day. Nitesh feels a lot of pain despite medicines. His appetite is non-existent. There have been days when he goes to sleep on an empty stomach even though I prepared a meal for him.
At times, I wonder why we must go through this. We feel like two kids lost in this maze. Our friends in the USA have been witness to our struggles.
