The 7 hour long bus journey of a cancer patient
On Wednesday, 2nd Feb, 2011, a cancer stricken patient got on a State Transport bus from Guwahati to start a 7 hour long journey to reach Numaligarh, a small town near Golaghat, Assam.
After reaching Numaligarh, he walked for 20 min, under the sun, to
finally meet my father. The first thing he asked for was a glass of
water. He was all alone. But, for what purpose?
The background
I would like to share my fathers’ story first.
My father a chemical engineer by education and has dedicated his entire life to serve Numaligarh Refinery Limited, a public sector Oil Refinery in Assam. From the very inception of the refinery, my dad has been instrumental in building up the whole company. Just a few days back, on 31st Jan, 2011, he retired from his glorious & meticulous service life as the General Manager of the Refinery.
In 2009 my grandmother (Mother’s mother) was diagnosed with Esophagus cancer (cancer of the food pipe). Our whole family tried their best to give her the best of known treatments.
Chemo-therapy was painful & expensive. And as the food pipe was infected with cancer cells, she could barely eat. My mother and my aunts used to serve her food. The sight was heart breaking. But my grandmother was a strong lady, she never complained. Silently, she expired, in the later part of 2009, in her sleep. My mother used to sleep with her and on that fateful morning, she woke up to find her dear mother exist no more.
The experience was so powerful that it infused a rebellious passion in my father’s heart.
My father a chemical engineer by education and has dedicated his entire life to serve Numaligarh Refinery Limited, a public sector Oil Refinery in Assam. From the very inception of the refinery, my dad has been instrumental in building up the whole company. Just a few days back, on 31st Jan, 2011, he retired from his glorious & meticulous service life as the General Manager of the Refinery.
In 2009 my grandmother (Mother’s mother) was diagnosed with Esophagus cancer (cancer of the food pipe). Our whole family tried their best to give her the best of known treatments.
Chemo-therapy was painful & expensive. And as the food pipe was infected with cancer cells, she could barely eat. My mother and my aunts used to serve her food. The sight was heart breaking. But my grandmother was a strong lady, she never complained. Silently, she expired, in the later part of 2009, in her sleep. My mother used to sleep with her and on that fateful morning, she woke up to find her dear mother exist no more.
The experience was so powerful that it infused a rebellious passion in my father’s heart.
The research
The
year was 2009. My grandmother was still alive. My father started to
read books and dive deep into the infinite whirlpool named The Internet
looking for missing strands of solutions for cancer. After dozens of
books and months of self-study, he realized that not only cancer can
effectively be cured but also proactively defended against.
In medical terms, his answer is Alternative Medicine. The word alternative is a misnomer. Any treatment method, medicine which is not approved by the Medical Association of America isn’t treated as mainstream medicine/method. Hence the name alternative. But alternative doesn’t mean any tantrik magic. My father’s research shows that cancer can be cured with a variety of natural methods which involve intake of vitamins, herbs and other naturally available items.
But the question arises that why is the medical fraternity shying away from accepting these solutions. The answers can be many. E.g. Vitamins can’t be patented and sold for profit. Are herbs expensive? I’m not going to discuss any of these reasons here because that’s a different discussion (& controversial too) altogether.
In medical terms, his answer is Alternative Medicine. The word alternative is a misnomer. Any treatment method, medicine which is not approved by the Medical Association of America isn’t treated as mainstream medicine/method. Hence the name alternative. But alternative doesn’t mean any tantrik magic. My father’s research shows that cancer can be cured with a variety of natural methods which involve intake of vitamins, herbs and other naturally available items.
But the question arises that why is the medical fraternity shying away from accepting these solutions. The answers can be many. E.g. Vitamins can’t be patented and sold for profit. Are herbs expensive? I’m not going to discuss any of these reasons here because that’s a different discussion (& controversial too) altogether.
Declaring war
My
father decided to raise a crusade against cancer and influential
medical organizations/institutes/entities who has purposely decided not
to approve of various proven techniques. He started to publish a series
of articles in an Assamese daily and named his articles ‘Canceror Answer’
(translation: Answer to Cancer). The articles created a furor in the
medical world in Assam. It was an instant hit. My father started
receiving multiple calls and visits for suggestion/ help. Let me remind
you that he ain’t a doctor. So he used to carefully study the patients
history and current situation, research on the same and suggest supposed
remedies.
The vitamins were supposed to be ordered from Mexico & online payment is the only way to make a payment. My father took the pains of ordering the medicines by himself and handing them over to needy patients.
“What are you going to do after your retirement, dad?”, I asked him one day, while traveling in our car.
“I’m going to serve the people”, he replied, looking out of the window at random people walking down the streets.
The vitamins were supposed to be ordered from Mexico & online payment is the only way to make a payment. My father took the pains of ordering the medicines by himself and handing them over to needy patients.
“What are you going to do after your retirement, dad?”, I asked him one day, while traveling in our car.
“I’m going to serve the people”, he replied, looking out of the window at random people walking down the streets.
A few good men
The
reach of the local Assamese daily was limited to only a particular
group. Hence to spread the message to everyone, my father decided to
consolidate every article in the form of a book. One of my dad’s good
friend and a great Samaritan volunteered to share the publishing price.
Since the motive was to make the book available to even the poorest of
the poor, my dad decided not to draw any royalty from the book sales.
The book was launched in December, 2009 at a very affordable rate of Rs.
25 only.(approx 0.46 USD)
The pattern
There’s
a common pattern among cancer patients. The family members seek
mainstream medical suggestions/treatments. Chemo-therapy etc. follows.
Doctor gives up and discharges the patient while asking the family to
take good care for the remaining days. It’s then that the family/patient
fancies an alternative treatment. So most of the patients who sought
dad’s advice were mostly on the verge. Still, my dad’s initial motive
was to relieve the person from his pains so that he can at-least die
peacefully.
Patients, on whom, even the doctors had given up, started recovering. But as they approached dad at a very later stage, were so severely affected with cancer cells, that it was difficult to recover them fully. But yes, the medicines were working.
Patients, on whom, even the doctors had given up, started recovering. But as they approached dad at a very later stage, were so severely affected with cancer cells, that it was difficult to recover them fully. But yes, the medicines were working.
It takes time
It
takes almost 7 days to get rid of even common cold. Hope you can
imagine the situation with cancer. The number of patients seeking dad’s
advice swelled to large numbers. Calls on his mobile, visits to our
home, to his office increased. Most of his patients were getting
results. The word spread like wildfire.
We were all having our lunch when dad received a call from an middle aged cancer stricken lady. As the speaker phone was on she stated her desire to meet dad, but dad clearly told her that he ain’t a doctor.
She replied, “The real doctors have given up hope on me. You’re my doctor. A person who fights till the end to save a life is a doctor, not someone who gives up”.
We were all having our lunch when dad received a call from an middle aged cancer stricken lady. As the speaker phone was on she stated her desire to meet dad, but dad clearly told her that he ain’t a doctor.
She replied, “The real doctors have given up hope on me. You’re my doctor. A person who fights till the end to save a life is a doctor, not someone who gives up”.
The 30 year old lady
A
30 year old lady was diagnosed with cancer in the early part of 2010.
She refused to believe it and went to Mumbai for a second investigation.
There too she got the same results. Indeed, she was suffering from
cancer.
The joy of saving a life
On
7th Jan, 2011, my dad received a call from the brother of the same 30
year old lady. He called to convey the news that his sister’s latest
reports claim that there’s no evidence of cancer cells in her body. She
had been consulting and taking medicines prescribed by my dad since the
past couple of months. My mother, sister and I smiled and probably
grandma looked upon us silently. And probably only dad felt the joy of
saving someone’s precious life. That was dad’s first success story.
The story has just begun
Today
dad attends to visitors from all over India (mostly from Assam &
North Eastern states). He has translated his Assamese original book into
English & has offered it as a free e-book (get it here: Download e-books).
Many of those who consulted Dad for alternative medicines are getting
results & recovering slowly. He has a total of 10+ success stories
of complete cancer recovery under his belt. He has formed an NGO named Po’ritran and
recently laid the foundation of a non-profit Alternative Therapy
Hospital where remedies and medicines are provided. He’s busy these days
nurturing the NGO so that funds can be collected to help the poor
cancer stricken. You can learn more about his vision at his personal
website: Dilip Kumar Goswami
A motivational video I saw sometime back left a deep impression on my mind. It showed Mahatma Gandhi during the famous Dandi March & the subtitles read, “One man can make a difference”.
My dad just proved it to me.
A motivational video I saw sometime back left a deep impression on my mind. It showed Mahatma Gandhi during the famous Dandi March & the subtitles read, “One man can make a difference”.
My dad just proved it to me.
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