“There was a doctor who treated patients for 50 ps in your
village. Do you know him? Is he your relative?” An old man who came for
consultation asked my dad. “Well, he is my father!” my dad replied with a
smile. Although I’ve not seen my grandfather, I have heard a lot about him. He
died at the age of 45 when his eldest daughter was just 15 years.
My grandfather Mr Neelakantan was born in an orthodox
Brahmin family. He did not even get a chance to do schooling. But he had a
great determination and dedication towards society. In those days, Brahmins
were allowed to gain knowledge of only Sanskrit and Vedic texts. He learned all
subjects from his home in spite of the objection from family. Finally he became
a medical practitioner. The medicines that he gave to his patients came from
abroad. I don’t think our generation can even imagine such a patience and
willpower. Later my dad became a physician after completing graduation in
medical science. Today he has over 30 years of experience treating various kinds
of ailments.
Born in a doctor’s family, I was not able to spend my school
vacations in hill stations or other tourist centers. When my friends tell me of
the wonderful places they have seen, I used to feel sad during my childhood
days. But today I am in a state to understand the pressure and commitment of a
doctor’s job. Even if I picked a different profession, I always admire doctors
and modern medicines. They are simply giving their life and days to serve
others.
Again as a doctor’s daughter, I knew how to take care of
health. Until a particular age, I haven’t tasted ice cream. Similarly we rarely
buy bakery items at home. At times I have felt bad that I am not able to dance
in the rain because of my health consciousness. Yet everything is fine and well
for me till now. I am always proud to say the tradition of medical service will
continue in my family through my brother. My sibling is a medical student. He
will complete his course within 2 years. Though I am not into medical field, I
am sure that I might also get blessings for supporting my dad and brother in
their noble cause.
At this time, I could hear our phone ringing. When I picked
it, a lady at the other end asked, “I called to ask if doctor will be there at
home now. My baby is sick and so we need to meet him soon”. I replied, “Yeah
sure! Please come”. It is time for me to clean my dad’s consultation room and
welcome a fellow mother and her baby.
(This post is written for Indiblogger's "How does Modern Healthcare touch lives?" competition in association with Apollo Hospitals
