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Panic attack and

 The next day, when my father came back from the office, he was dull and thinking about something. We both had dinner and watched television for some time.

Within a few minutes, my father said he was getting a headache and he was having slight pain in his chest then I got worried and told him, let’s go to aunt’s house. He softly denied it by saying -‘Why disturb them at night ?’. After a few minutes, he was also worried and saw me worrying too, and then he said let’s go there. I took him to his brother’s house and he sat there. He sat for some time and it wasn’t controlling, we decided to take him to the hospital.

It was the time when the Covid-19 first wave was in peak mode and all the hospitals refused to admit and they were not even giving a tablet for the problem. We almost roamed around all the hospitals in the town except a government hospital, meanwhile, my father started talking about ‘further consequences and suggestions for the future’ (indirectly how to move ahead and be strong and be there for one another, after his death). After some time, he said that ‘he was feeling better, then we roamed for some more time on the road for fresh air and took him back home.

He slept and in the morning, he went for a walk and went to one of his friend’s houses to meet him, his friend called me and asked me to come there immediately. My father said ‘he again had a panic attack, which happened last night’.

We decided to take him to the best cancer hospital out there in Hyderabad. I, my father, and my uncle (one of my father’s brothers) started to Hyderabad. There………………

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