Two days back I was enjoying Ratatouille with a friend.
One day back, my dad was battling off the prospect of a surgery.
He’s due to have one sometime next year. And he already had a major one in December 2006. Imagine being cut up three times during a span of one or two year’s time! It’s too much for a 30-year old, let alone a 60-year old.
As that cute little rat (with the terrible American accent) in Ratatouille observes, life is so fragile. One’s happy status can alter drastically in the blink of a second. Today’s pigs are tomorrow’s bacon, and so on and so forth.
Luckily, my dad’s doc is undoubtedly one of the most dedicated medical professionals I know, a master craftsman at his job (healing those with ulcerative colitis and other conditions relating to their alimentary canal, through surgery).
He is also very ‘non-commercial’, one of those doctors who embodies many an aspiring doctor’s reason for becoming one – to help people by healing them.
He’s very confident, practiced and has a gift — first he makes people get better, first by his mere presence and second, by his actions.
Pop is feeling much better now, and does not have to undergo a surgery. Que sera sera!
