|30th April 2001 - Page 4|
|he was shifted to
a larger hospital, where he was to be treated by a neurosurgeon. However, it was Diwali the next day and it took my father three hours to reach AIIMS. Since my father did not reach in time, he was not attended to.
On Thursday, the doctor finally agreed to take a look at him. The annurism was about to burst, but the doctor refused to operate, giving the reason, "It's not my day."
That evening I met my father. He was happy and joking about, only complaining of a heavy head. Finally on Friday, the operation was scheduled to take place. The moment he was put on the operation table, the annurism burst. All the doctor had to do earlier was clip the artery, but now he had to end the operation. My father did not die. Though he was unconscious, he kept on fighting. But he could not stay that way forever. On a night in November, God finally decided to end his misery and call him up.
Even if the doctor had operated an hour earlier, my father would have been with me today. I felt cheated, hurt. All because the doctor did not feel like operating on the appropriate day. I hope one-day people start to look beyond themselves and understand the consequences of their actions.
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