Mother Son - Tera Mujhse Hai Pehle Ka Nata koi...

We are indeed powerless in the hands of destiny, as he say. When some one's time arrive, it just arrives. You can do everything in your power to preclude the inevitable. But if it has to happen, it will happen. 

This is the story of a son who did something amazing whilst his mother  was on her death bed...

Life is short, have no regrets ,laugh loud ,forgive ,help needy and enjoy every possible moment as you don't know what's in store for you in future..

He says with this song, he tried to call her, his mother, Sanghamitra Chatterjee, back with all his might. First read about this in twitter: Doctor@DipshikhaGhosh who is  into Critical Care Medicine. Dog mom. Half Bengali, half Telugu. Fighting one (hundred) covidiot(s) at a time.

General perception is that 'Doctors don’t feel pain. Doctors deserve it even if they’ve tried their best. Doctors are the face to be blamed for the inadequacy/failure of the system. Why are doctors outraging?' Every other profession also has violence in their workplace. Try to first find out why doctors left and are continuing to leave. This is a country that not only doesn’t value its HCWs, it turns a blind eye when we’re threatened and experience violence and hatred for the system’s shortcoming. Even now doctors are being vilified. I don’t have thousands of followers for my degree. It happened because people connected with the kindness and the empathy. One act got me more than I ever imagined was possible. She said. 

Soham Chatterjee @sohamchatt on May 17 Replying to @DipshikhaGhosh said I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing the story in the first place. Also, Apollo Gleneagles is indeed one of the best in critical care in India. My mother fought like a champ and so did they. At the mercy of our destiny, we are ultimately helpless.

Dr Dipshikha Ghosh works in the Covid ICU at Apollo Hospital in Kolkata, she said, she was blessed to have had the opportunity to be there. Some moments are surreal, some memories are forever.

Sanghamitra Chatterjee came to the hospital on May 6. It was a ‘severe’ Covid-19 case, and we got to work immediately, putting her on high-dose steroids, nebulisations, prophylactic antibiotics, among other medications. Unfortunately, her condition started deteriorating fast and she had to be put on non-invasive ventilation — a frightening process for many patients. The tight-fitting mask clings to the area around the nose and mouth, often leaving cuts on the bridge of the nose and marks on cheeks. Many patients keep taking the mask off, sometimes squeezing their fingers into the mask to find relief from the discomfort. Sanghamitra didn’t complain.

On May 12  Sanghamitra,  didn’t have more than 24 hours left. Her oxygen levels had plummeted and she was now being sustained on 100 per cent external oxygen. By 3 pm, it was time for that video call. Her 25-year-old son Soham hummed Tera mujhse hai pehle ka naata koi, breaking down several times. There were many moist eyes in the ward that afternoon. Doctor stood there, silently. It’s a practice that most doctors have perfected over the past year — a straight face, a steady voice — even as they watch family members crumble with grief, scream and shout. Some try to vehemently deny the reality, others stare into the screen, trying to capture the last moments of their loved ones for life. In such moments, doctors can say nothing, just have to be there. Exactly 12 hours after that call, Sanghamitra breathed her last. She was only 48. Like many of the  patients, she had many more years left in her, but the virus cut her journey short. The emotional farewell by Soham and the fact that another life  was lost added to the pain.

For healthcare workers across the world, the experience of these long, gruelling shifts in thick polyester PPEs, daily encounters with grief, and the emotional burden of failing patients is going to take a massive toll in the near future. They work with hope that in the long run, their efforts matter.

The people who took it upon themselves to do whatever possible to try to bridge gaps in the broken system and genuinely help others, thanking you doesn’t do it justice. You chose to do the right thing when it would have been easier to not. Respect. You have earned it.

Every single person in a position of power who has abused it to be eligible for medical care when not requiring it,  hope you take responsibility for adding to the statistics. You waste efforts, you waste resources that could have helped someone live. The central government and the state governments owe every single human being an apology for their complete disregard for public health. They didn’t anticipate this and they didn’t even listen to the experts who warned everyone. There’s a lot of work to be done. 

And now when the medical professionals are working so hard, there is blame on allopathy and the unnecessary debate. Is this the time? Is this what government's spreading positivity is all about?  Remember this mother and son could be any body's.