Strength in Struggle
It was October 17th, just two days before my 10th standard prelims. I had been studying diligently for months, feeling confident and eager to prove myself in the exams. However, out of nowhere, I began feeling unwell. It started with nausea and quickly escalated to vomiting, accompanied by a persistent fever. Concerned, my family took me to our trusted family doctor. After a series of tests, the doctor's face turned serious as they informed us of the results: my white blood cell count was elevated, and there was congestion in my lungs. They suspected pneumonia and recommended immediate hospitalization. The news hit me hard—I couldn't believe that something like this could happen just days before my exams. At DMH, I spent what felt like an eternity—10 to 11 days—under observation and treatment, each passing day without improvement added to my anxiety. Despite the care and efforts of the medical team, my condition stubbornly refused to improve. It was then that another doctor r...