"Doctor ! Please test it once more....are you sure ??" I could sense my Dad's voice in my half-consious state. As I come to my senses, the reality strikes a hard blow. I was watering the plants in the garden, as was my daily routine. I felt the similar pain in my brain, creeping over me in a concentric manner. I had felt this many a time in the past, but none too severe. I remember getting off senses, my panic striken father rushing towards me.....and then i wake up here !
The nurse was checking the strips of tablets, lying besides my bed. She looked at me and managed a weary smile.
I am gonna be fine...absolutely fine....just a minor operation isnt it ? But, I know the truth dont i ? Only 1 or 2 of every 100 survive an mature tumor operation. The fact is that, i have got no time left, to appreciate my feelings. How i wish, i am not here. Will i ever go back to see the world...all those places...home, college, beaches...what not ??
Could i possibly request the doctor for a visit to all those places ?? I do know, its not possible...
A quick glance says the time is 8 P.M...and the operation is scheduled at 5, the next morning. Will i survive it ? My feeble spirit is made to believe in god....."Please help me !!"