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Post operative care facilities ; a relief for Seniors.

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I received a call from a south Indian senior lady. Her husband had undergone a surgery and there was no one to look after him or take care of his post-operative needs. They were the only ones for each other. No children, no immediate family to help. I can imagine the lady in her 70’s and her helplessness. Her husband required help even to get up from a bed , diaper change, going to the bathroom, he was completely dependent. But, had strong will power to live. We had just started a few months back and  I visited her, on her request. Looking at the financial condition, I suggested them to have short term stay, until her husband recovers. They were opting to stay at the hospital since  they could manage at home all on their own nor could they afford a personal caretaker or a nurse. Hospitals were reluctant to keep them for long. As they occupied a  bed and there was no further treatment and diagnosis. finance was their major concern. Their distant relatives were in Banglore and we

Today’s Truth: Why mend when you can replace?

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 Happiness with  Madhur Bhav I sometimes feel, this whole, “Practicality” issue, about this young generation, does even exist or are we just judging them on certain parameters and abiding them by it? I guess it’s all about who you are? How you’ve been? And what you want? It’s about choices people make. Choices of being the kind of person you want to be. It’s just not about good or bad. There is so much more to it. We from an exterior front can only term it, like-Self-loving, selfish practical or for that matter anything! But; yes! all of this is extremely thought to provoke, despite all the conjectures that surround it. There is a section of society that has to bear the effect of these changed times and thinking. The one’s who belong to a different era altogether. Ones, who are at the receiving end, Recently, I had an encounter with a very educated senior. She was absolute, warm and calm. Her name happened to be Anjali, and the moment she heard mine, she exclaimed (in Marathi