" Don’t tell me her name; I don’t need to know it, to cry for her"

Gang rape victim dies in Singapore hospital. This is in Top 10 in Yahoo's "trending now".
Grief is immeasurable, there are no words to describe how I feel. My heart goes out to her family, friends and relatives. It is appalling, outrageous and unbelievable, but it happened. May she rest in peace and may she never be forgotten. Anonymous victim of shocking crime.

Violence against women is not uncommon. Violence is everywhere, not just against women for sure. Many die in vain, but it should not be that way. This case has world wide attention, but many other victims of violent crimes never gain this amount of attention. We think nothing about boarding a bus, it is meant to take us to our destination. Motor vehicle accidents again are common, but not gang rapes!!!! None us expects to be brutally attacked, raped or killed in a bus, train or airplane. Car and plane crashes happen, they are unavoidable, but rape can be prevented. What went on in these young men's minds, what prompted them to do what they did? Alcohol, drugs, whatever gave them the idea of damaging the two strangers' bodies, injuries that would eventually cause one of them to die.

Young men? Boys? Criminals? Rapists and murderers? They all need to be punished- in this case I totally support capital punishment. They have to die for what they did. Alcohol may have conveniently buried all memories "I was not there, I didn't do anything..", but death of this girl is true. Can they now be honest and truthful?
These were no men, no boys, but brutal monsters. Eye for an eye. May they all face firing squad. Let them beg on their knees for mercy, which will never come. Many will celebrate when those monsters are dead. Haven't we already had enough? These monsters must become examples to the rest of the world. This crime is now resting on their shoulders, and only theirs. I feel no pity toward them. Let them die.

Does the society make our youngsters feel that drugs, violence, sexual promiscuity, rape are the 'norm' and ok?

None of this will bring this poor soul back. She did not invite anyone to attack her or choose this day as the day she would die. None of this will make her male friend's injuries heal any faster. None of this will wipe this terrible experience out of his memory. 45 minutes of horrendous attack and NO ONE stopped the nightmare. As if it all is a movie scene. One of the worst ever scenes.
I know... I was not in that bus, but why did no one act?
One person against these monsters probably has no chance, not alone. Monsters were powered by the Devil himself. Totally pointless,senseless, sick. Will they themselves remember every single detail of the attack? Will they hate themselves that much that they commit suicide? One cannot possibly live knowing this is what they have done, and it cannot be undone. Those moments will never return. Those who are left behind, have to deal with this and it will not be easy, nor it can ever be forgotten.

This added to the sorrow, madness and sadness of 2012.


http://nilanjanaroy.com/2012/12/29/for-anonymous/ Nilanjana Roy writes in her blog "Some cases stop being cases. Sometimes, an atrocity bites so deep that we have no armor against it, and that was what happened with the 23-year-old medical student, the one who left a cinema hall and boarded the wrong bus, whose intestines were so badly damaged that the injuries listed on the FIR report made hardened doctors, and then the capital city, cry for her pain."

"On a long road, miles to go
Its winding and cold and its covered with snow
But I ask you what we all want to know
Where are we going from here...

Lines on my face, lines on my hands
Lead to a future I don't understand
Some things don't go as they're planned...
Where are we going from here...

Tracing the trails through the mirrors of time
Spinning in circles with riddles in rhyme
We lose our way, trying to find
Searching to find our way home...
Trying to find our way home...

As the day dies, with tears in our eyes
There's too few hellos and too many goodbyes
Silence answers our cries...where are we going from here...

We're all on this road, with miles to go
Braving new pathways into the unknown
But who do you ask, when no one really knows
Where we are going from here..."

- Blackmore's Night: Where are we going from here

Blackmore's Night: Where are we going from here

Anxiety Attacks

Radioactive iodine: done. Treatment completed. Scans completed. Realization that time is an illusion.
I spent 3 days in Hospital- somewhere there in the distance in that photo above. After those 3 days I was out on pass for two days, and returned for Thyroid WBS. I don't have official report yet, but I know for sure it is clear.
CLEAR!!

One of the most awful anxiety attacks hit me when I was in hotel for those two days. It may have been the shock of realizing what had been going for the past few days. As if I had been imprisoned, with contagious disease. Radioactive signs everywhere.Toxicity. Traumatic. Pretty much everything was covered with bed protectors, those white pads that they also call incontinence pads. Disposable, sterile, windows high up close to ceiling. I was truly in a prison. Each time, when I was not yet radioactive and in isolation,  when I opened the door and walked out, I felt as if I was prisoner escaping. It was almost relief to return to the room again.
Huge concern for me was that I don't have the emotional strength to deal with this. I struggled with depression after my 1st encounter with cancer in 2007.
Food was low-iodine, it was tasteless, colorless and not at all appetizing. Disposable cutlery, plates, tray. Cold soup, cold corn, always the same pasta, cucumbers and lemon slices. Cucumber salad was sealed in a plastic container, so tight that I always managed to break it when I attempted to open the lid. Totally burglar proof! No dairy, no bread, no salt. Here I was thinking, reading the menu that I would have tasty pasta with spicy sauce, lemon pie and lentil soup. Well, this is what it was:

I lost weight, not huge amount, and regrettably that extra weight has returned. Never mind the weight, cancer is dead and gone. I was still angry. Blood pressure reflected this. 188/110. Angry Birds. Coffee shop in the hospital served me delicious cocktails and coffee, which was strong and gave me palpitations. One good thing, among many others, that resulted from hospital stay was that I quit drinking coffee and black tea. Since then I have had green tea. Craving for coffee- no, that feeling was left behind in hospital.
Most of the staff members were ok, but then there were those who were clearly afraid of me and my temper tantrums. Then there were the patronizing ones. Nasty ones. One morning it appeared that no breakfast would be served. At 10am I left my room, visited the coffee shop and  bought cup of coffee and strawberry cocktail. I returned, stopped at nurses' station and yelled at the ward clerk. Who is in charge of this shift???!!! When I get angry, I get upset and start crying. This time was no exception and all the dignity I had walked in with vanished within seconds. Charge nurse followed me into the room AKA cell, and offered to bring breakfast in. Same old stuff, and I said no. Soon afterward, physician came in with the same nurse and asked if I need to see a PSYCHIATRIST? Do I? Hell no. What's going on with these people? And what is going on with me? Just because idiots forgot about me. In hindsight, perhaps I could have chosen an entirely different approach. What happened to manners? My mom certainly did not teach me to behave this way. At the time it felt very right, justified- how could you guys leave patient alone in the room, not asking even once if they are ok!!!
The truth is I don't have a bad attitude and behave like this all the time. It was all reserved for this occasion.

Later that day my friend rescued me from the jail and took me for lunch in Steakhouse. Cool! I still had to stick to low-iodine food, but it was fantastic to get out. Thank you K, it was one of those lunches I will never forget.
I went to bed happy that evening, woke up at 4am thinking I was in my own bed.

Nuclear med tech K (yes, another K), walked in next day, and said it is the DOSING time. Ok. She was followed by another tech. K was smiling, looking cheerful and optimistic and I told her she was the first genuinely happy person who had entered my room. Premed was Zofran (ondansetron).
55mCI of radioactive iodine 131, T 1/2 eight days or so. Two capsules, not much different from any other capsules I have seen in my life.. pretty anticlimactic. Setting up the scene took longer than swallowing them capsules. Right after that all the nuclear medicine peeps left the room, as if they had not even been there.  Geiger counter must have shown some awfully high reading.I wasn't allowed out of my room. First few hours went, clock was ticking. Nothing happened. I did not glow, my pee did not glow. I was not fluorescent green. :-/  No superpowers, nothing.
I thought "This isn't so bad. This is going to be just fine." And it was for 2-3 hours. Incredibly strong wave of nausea and vomiting kicked in and I spent most of the evening walking between The Room and restroom. I wanted painkiller- they brought me Tylenol. I took another Zofran from my own supply. I wanted an injection for nausea, but I was told no one can enter the room. I asked for sleeping tablet. It took its time to reach my room. By then I was annoyed, decided to take a shower and went to bed. Slept without the tablet. Angry. I was much closer to breaking.
Following morning I was told I am no longer radioactive and I can go home- but that I'd have to return after weekend for Thyroid WBS. Great, awesome, but I felt fatigued, sick and anxious. It took forever to book hotel, gather my thoughts and belongings, get a cab and transfer to the hotel. Sweet freedom.
Arriving in the hotel was weird- I felt I had no right being there. I had no hair. I was pale and sick looking. All these five star rooms and restaurants. My place was still in that prison, but at the same time I needed to go to a place where I didn't have to feel anything, or so I thought.

Anxiety attack: I crawled back into bed, took Valium, watched TV. Got out of bed, paced around the room, looked outside from the 33th floor and thought WOW, I am no longer in that awful prison cell.

Anxiety. I slept a bit. Went out to supermarket, but short walk there and back wiped me out, and I returned feeling shaky,sweaty and nauseous. Shower. More TV. No appetite. Everything tastes of metal. I felt as if I was falling apart and completely shut down. I took another Valium, knowing that my body is already so full of drugs that I may not need more. I wanted to cry, but could not. Should I really have accepted or rejected this treatment? I signed that consent form, after signing read the small print.

At the same time there was a feeling of lightness, silence, hope. At the time I did not yet have the scan results, but I felt that cancer was gone. It was truly gone. We killed the sucker! Could my horse, who died on November 21, 2012 taken this disease with him? Physical wounds may have healed, but what remains is deep and actually quite painful- question of how did I in the first place get myself tangled up with cancer?  I look over at all the bottles of pills on the table and I just want to cry; how  did my life get like this?

I have been through a life changing experience so now it is time to change my lifestyle to reflect that.
After-effects: my memory seems worse- or perhaps just more selective? I don't sleep well. I lost quite a lot of hair- combination of treatment and stress, I think. It was getting ridiculous, waking up in the morning, more hair on the pillow. That itself made me feel sick so I shaved it all off in hospital. Bald patches still keep shining through, but at least it is growing back in some parts. Black and grey! It was a very plain mousy brown before. My arrogance that wigs are for wimps has turned to humble pie. I do own two wigs, courtesy of my friend KG. Scarves and hats of all types have become best friends though-not the wigs. I realize now that I also chose to have treatment because I was hoping it would kill me, if the disease itself did not. Neither happened. I pushed forward, and I'm back.

Those days have gone, difficult and challenging moments passed. Time truly is an illusion. It's a blank slate now - new beginning, endless possibilities. It will work itself out somehow.

"The day will pass, like many other days that have been and are yet to be. With its various ups and downs. And lots of crazy and wonderful efforts of people to read into, and express, deep and significant meanings and insights. Many will be inspired, others will be afraid. Some will hold their breath while others will not even notice or care."
- Shiv Charan Singh

Blackmore's Night: Hanging Tree

Back home

"According to Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, when we are dying or have suffered a catastrophic loss, we all move through five distinct stages of grief. We go into denial, because the loss is so unthinkable, we can't imagine it's true. We become angry with everyone - angry with survivors, angry with ourselves. Then we bargain. We offer everything we have. We offer up our souls in exchange for just one more day. When the bargaining has failed and the anger is too hard to maintain, we fall into depression, despair, until finally we have to accept that we have done everything we can. We let go. We let go and move into acceptance."
Meredith in Grey's Anatomy