This blog is a deeply personal memoir — a quiet collection of reflections written over the course of more than a year. Told in 32 short entries, these pieces trace the journey I shared with my father during his battle with cancer. In these pages, I write about moments both heavy and tender: hospital visits, sleepless nights, glimpses of fear, and flickers of strength. I stayed by his side — through confusion, courage, frustration, and love. These are not just medical updates or memories. They are the emotional footprints of what it meant to be present. To endure. To hold on. Every post here is part of that journey. There are no numbered chapters, but if you scroll through in order, you’ll walk with me — step by step — through a story of staying, witnessing, and remembering. This is not just what happened — it’s what I saw, staying.
Back in 2020, one night in February, when I was in Bangalore, I got a call from my father around 8 PM, and he said “He was driving back from the office and experiencing extreme pain in the abdomen area”. I was worried and asked him, ‘Where was he exactly ?’. I asked him to immediately turn the car into a nearby hospital, which is 3–4 km away from the place he said he was at. He was hesitant and worried about going to the hospital but then I asked him to ‘Just stop there for a while and go to the restroom’. Because I thought he would at least get temporary relief if he had been to the restroom. After 5–10 minutes, I called him back and enquired about his pain and condition. He said, “The pain was relieved and will slowly drive back home”. I asked him to ‘slowly reach home and call me immediately if you face any problem’. He went home, took a bath, went to my aunt’s house, ate some food, took a pill, relaxed for 1–2 hours, and went back home and slept. I called him the next day, he...