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Cancer: a cheap bargain



        Monica Gulati


        Abstract
        Cancer, as monstrous as it might appear, can offer one something greater and different than its
        socially acceptable face-value. Many of us, during the process of growing up, lose touch with our
        inner guidance, which is the only thing that is capable of being the Driver in this life. Once lost
        and disconnected, we wander around with a deep hole that needs to be filled. But it never gets
        filled up, no matter how many relationships or jobs we might change, or how many possessions
        one acquires; that deep inner restlessness never goes away. Any illness, or tragedy, if it happens to
        reveal our true essence, is then a cheap bargain. From now, the life has just begun, as it must.




        “Pain is the hammer of the Gods to break.  which was surely guided by Grace and nothing
        A dead resistance in the mortal’s heart,  else.
        His slow inertia as of living stone.
        If the heart were not forced to want and weep,  Somewhere in my being, there was this
        His soul would have lain down content, at ease,  certitude that my emotional state was the one
        And never thought to exceed the human start  that had created it. I still don’t know about
        And never learned to climb towards the Sun (1).”  the source of that surety. Another thing that
                                                 I was sure of was — that the cancer was just
        Cancer and a tête-à-tête with one’s self  a signal and its existence wanted to tell me
                                                 something through that signal.
        It was a bright sunny day in 2015 when my
        urologist broke the news that I had bladder  I immediately called up a friend who was
        cancer. My first thought was, “How am I  a part of healing and therapy circles. With
        going to feed Anand (my younger one) now  her help I found my mentor, Hitesh, who
        that I will be in a hospital or on drugs of  thankfully was not far away. I would just
        some sort? I felt sad for the young fellow who  have to travel from Delhi to Gurgaon,
        would have to be deprived of his mother’s  which was nothing. I was ready to travel
        milk. But then, as soon as I was on my way  any distance for this healing to get initiated.
        back home, with my husband Lokesh in the  It was as if I was now in a different world
        driver’s seat, my mind started an activity  altogether.

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