On the day of our father's hemorrhage my sister flew in from Cochin and I followed her from the U.S. For the next year and half we were like two peas in a pod. There was practically no life outside of home. We talked the most to each other and did everything together. Most importantly each decision for our father was taken jointly. Being sisters we had ofcourse grown up together. But the trajectory of growth in this period was steep and outstanding. We learned to distinguish useful doctors from the smart ones, to sport worthy service persons with five minutes in to the conversation with them, to decide on best course of treatment even in the face of conflicting opinions, and the list goes on. My personal favorite for obvious reasons is when we play the good cop - bad cop routine, where I would invariably be the good cop. Our personalities complimented perfectly. She would be impatient for results, ideas, and pretty...
When our father suffered a massive brain haemorrhage our lives changed forever. He was not expected to live. Life, priorities, love, friends, family, money, health – everything has gained a new, in many aspects finer and better perspective. A renaissance in our lives. Finding little or no survivors stories online, my sister and I decided to tell our story along with those of many others whose lives have crossed ours in this journey.