Of unforgiving diseases and their ferocity...

The picture with its serene backdrop was uploaded to highlight the contrasting (stifling helplessness) emotions that are ruling my thoughts.
I am in the midst of the ferocity of a raging malady,that has struck OUR Mrs.V.
It is some time in the afternoon...i have lost the track of it..the time..the supposed healer...it has frozen and stood still for me and Mrs.V.I think i am incorrect,in my perception.It has stopped for the staff nurses and the medical officer on duty,in the ICU,as well.
The soporific humming of the overstretched air-conditioners,has taken its toll on the aching bodies and tired minds of the ICU staff.They are in different states of consciousness,from trying hard to stay alert and oriented-to-drowsy,stuporous,semi comatose to almost being comatose.The shrillness of the ultra-high pitched bleeping emanating from a dozen cardiac monitors,of myriad rhythms,has proved futile,to arouse them.My trained ears, spare me the need, to stare at the monitor trace of Mrs. V.The rhythmic chugging of the heart,initially intermittent,has now given way to a complete chaos.The disease process has broken all the shackles,imposed by the concoctions of drugs.The abnormal rhythms look vulgar.They have a menacing look of a bull,drunk on the blood of a matador.I have heard about method,even in madness.Here,in this place,there is no sanctity or sacredness,usually attributed to rhythms and notes.Every rhythm is jarring to the ears.It feels as if a band of impostors,is churning out cacophony,masquerading as music.

Our Mrs.V sure is a very tough cookie.Her attitude of looking the malady,in its eye,is refreshing.No,it was refreshing to begin with,but it has now turned to a battle of attrition,that she has taken up,with her ailment.It feels as if she has a personal score to settle with her tormentor.I never encourage battles against abstract or inanimate.Faceless foes,as a rule,stand to be in advantageous position.It is,forever,a lop- sided battle,heavily tilted towards the disease,once it manages to break free.Her decision to fight the enemy,within,made her take decisions,which may prove very costly to all of us.She overstayed on the battle field,alone.Retreat is not always synonymous with defeat.It probably is smartness,-camouflaged.

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