Change of Perspective

This is the first story of my life facing the hardest time, and how I spent my days in a new way, just by changing my perspective. I hope you will resonate with me and tackle the time in your own way when it comes because someday it will come. That’s how life is. Whether you consider it hard or take it easy. It is up to you.

I am 21 years old. My mother was in a death bed. The doctors cannot find a single reason behind her recurring high fever and red rashes all over the body and swollen face. My final year undergrad exams had just started after the day she was admitted to the hospital. My father was in mental trauma and he is also bedridden. My relatives live at least 20 km away from the hospital, which is fortunately close to my home.

But, I always knew that many people are there, who are in a much worse condition than I was.

My mother is a strong, beautiful and vibrant woman, recovering from a 21 days coma, two child abortions, ovary, and urethra operation after giving birth to a beautiful me, but suffering from vitiligo after my birth, kidney stone operations, middle-class family problems, and rheumatoid arthritis.

Now, I will describe how I faced the situations that occurred during these times and how I faced it with a different perspective.

I could have cried and thought “Why did this occur to me?”, “I am losing my time for study.”, “I am really unlucky”.

But I chose not to.

The Situations and My Perspectives:

I have to talk to the doctor, the nurses regularly. I attended every meeting with the doctors with the seniors of the family to enrich my knowledge of life.

My Perspective: I took this as a challenge to talk professionally with the doctors and managed the tasks single-handedly in the initial days. I went to mom every day two times. It gave me enriching experiences on how to tackle these problems. But all I did was not correct and learned a lot on how to interact with the doctors so that the patients receive the best possible treatment. I came to know about a lot of medical ideas and practices.

The first thing, you must provide the doctor with is the  medical history of the patient.

In my mother’s case, it is very important, because she had a complicated medical history.

I have to talk to each and every relative, my father’s colleagues, my mom’s friends and inform them every day about her health and guide them to the hospital and asking for appropriate persons’ help.

My Perspective: I could have cried “Why does this occur to me only?”. But I never did it. Sometimes, you have to accept the reality that is not in your hands. Face it. Learn from it. Move on with the experiences. These experiences made my bonds stronger with my relatives. These developed my people management skills and I felt like a leader. I can assure you, it felt really amazing after realizing this. After this, when relatives came together to help, I really don’t have to do all the things, they did it most and I had to do very little. In fact, this is the exact way a good company is built and what I did is the job of the leader and founder of the company.

Change your perspective, build your life.

I have to mentally cheer up and do counseling of my father. I have to do household works. I have to study too.

My Perspective: I am gaining new skills in managing the duties. I also learned to cook a bit. I also tried to apply Marie Kondo’s method of household tidying. I loved doing what I did. I smelled and sought knowledge everywhere and every time. I also made use of my wisdom of life to cheer up my father, to which he was slowly responding. I sensed myself as a leader — a quality I got from my parents. I only sought opportunities to learn during times of hardship. In fact, the interesting fact is that this time, I got the opportunity to showcase my skills and knowledge regarding life, that I gathered. It is always enjoyable to apply your skills and abilities for good.

Who likes to give exams? But this time, it came as a challenge to me. I enjoyed the process so much. I really love being tested of my mental toughness. It is something that determines my character.

EndNote:

But, all these wouldn’t have been possible without any of the people and their contributions and their support and belief in me and my abilities, which made me even stronger and increased my will power. I show my gratitude to life to give me this opportunity to share this with the world. I also came to know about the valuable life experiences others had during their times of similar stress and hardships and how mental strength is so important for defining success and happiness. Stories are always beautiful.

Thus this post makes a lot of sense.

My mom health is fine now. After all, she is strong. ??

Stay Healthy, Think Wealthy.

Srijit Mukherjee