There is a distinct geometry to the Intensive Care Unit—a place governed by precise monitors, rigid protocols, and structured certainty. But when you step across the threshold from clinician to patient, from holding the chart to sitting in the infusion chair, that neat geometry dissolves into something far messier, unpredictable, and deeply human. Living…

I write today from the comfort of my home , the cycle of admission -infusion -discharge had become too much to bear – just for this week I guess . Last week , something was haunting me . I declined the faculty invitation to the national pulmonology conference this year—a stage I had shared…

It was around 3:15 PM on March 31st, 2017. Lying on the operating table under spinal anesthesia, during my C section -wide awake and acutely aware, I overheard the sharp, tense exchange in the room: “BP is dropping, we’ve got a bleeder.” Without missing a beat, I spoke up: “If I need ICU post-op,…

Love wears a million different faces, each contoured by the hearts that dare to feel it. For the wounded, it is remembered as heartbreak and lingering pain; for the romantic, it is written in lavish gestures and grand surprises. For the quiet souls, it remains an unspoken reverence, a profound feeling trapped behind hesitant…

Love wears a million different faces, each contoured by the hearts that dare to feel it. For the wounded, it is remembered as heartbreak and lingering pain; for the romantic, it is written in lavish gestures and grand surprises. For the quiet souls, it remains an unspoken reverence, a profound feeling trapped behind hesitant…

In every book I have loved, there is a clear beginning, a rising plot, and a meaningful resolution—a steady, deliberate direction that carries the narrative forward. Sometimes, however, I wonder if God handed my own story to a restless, inexperienced writer. We seem to be running in frantic circles rather than advancing toward a…

This Friday, I am pulled back by memories—overwhelming memories of the day that changed everything for me. December 8, 2025: the day I was handed my final diagnosis and a roadmap with no end on the horizon. My rheumatologist was explicit, so was my neurologist . Ro-52 related neuropathy, he told me, is aggressive…

There was a time when I wrote about “the gift of no choice”—the strange paradox of how the absence of options can ironically bring a quiet relief, stripping away the agony and weight of decision-making. But Do I miss decision making sometimes ? I most certainly do . Today, at a moment when every…

Self-awareness and the capacity for remorse depend heavily on empathy, emotional maturity, and the ability to tolerate the discomfort of being wrong. . From what I understand , this lack of guilt comes from a persistently low self esteem where your ego protects you from feeling small , yet again . Most of the…