Fighter’s Diary

  Before my treatment began, there was a brief, fragile pause—a few days between hearing the diagnosis and stepping into the long road of medicine and machines. During that pause, my family—wanting to hold onto something normal—organized a small get-together at our home in Pune. It wasn’t a party. It was a quiet evening full of warmth, hugs that lingered longer than usual, and unspoken fears tucked behind nervous smiles. Just a few hours to pretend everything was okay. The next morning, reality came rushing in—I was scheduled for a bone marrow biopsy. The word “biopsy” haunted me from the beginning. The thought of a needle going into my bone felt unbearable. I clung to hopeful online articles that said it wasn’t so bad, but my mind raced anyway. And honestly? It wasn’t smooth. The pain wasn’t just physical—it was fear, pressure, and panic rolled into one. But it passed. And when the results came in, they brought the first piece of good news we’d had in weeks. We could breathe aga...

 I’ve rarely talked about how I really felt through everything I went through. Most of the time, I stayed quiet—not because I didn’t feel, but because I was scared of what people might think. Would they see me as weak? Would they think I wasn’t as strong as they believed? So I kept pushing, fighting my demons in silence, trying to rise above it all. From the outside, it looked like I was winning. But inside, I was slowly falling apart. It took a huge toll on me, mentally and emotionally. We’re told as boys to “dust it off and move on.” Like nothing ever happened. And most of us do exactly that. But looking back now, I know how important it is to have someone to talk to. Whether it's your parents, a friend, or even a stranger who listens without judgment. I didn’t do that. I carried it all alone, believing silence was strength. When I found out I had cancer, I was shattered. I truly thought that was the end of my story. But a few people stepped in. They stood by me, gave me stre...

I remember the day vividly when my dad broke the news to me about the test results. Up until then, I had no clue they were checking for cancer. I woke up late that morning, around 9-9:30, feeling some back pain, so I stayed in bed for a bit. I mentioned it to my mom, who gave me some painkillers before I went back to sleep. When I woke up again, I freshened up and started watching a movie.   Meanwhile, my parents were deep in conversation in their bedroom, so I left them to it. After a while, my dad came out and asked me to join him. I figured the biopsy results were back and maybe there was a small procedure ahead. Thanks to my habit of researching things online, I had a decent understanding of what might be coming, so I remained composed. We stepped out onto the balcony, and that's when my dad gently told me I had cancer. It hit me hard, and I hugged him tightly for about five minutes.   Despite having seen many movies where cancer seemed insurmountable, I also remembere...