my mother fell in sick and was diagnosed of cancer

During this time, my mother fell sick and was diagnosed with cancer. As her health condition was getting poorer day by day, we took her to the hospital in the neighboring city of Coimbatore and hospitalized her in the Ramakrishna Missions Hospital for medical treatments. As the hospital is three hours away from our hometown Erode and my father and I had to travel back and forth very frequently to the hospital and to our town. For many days I had to stay up in the hospital without having proper food, sleep, and rest in order to take care of my mother. On the other hand, as I had to teach my students in my tuition classes back in our town and in the school, I had to travel back and forth to my hometown and to the hospital very often to teach my students. My father and I really suffered a lot during that critical period. Healthwise we both went down and suffered a lot while taking care of my mother. I faced a hard time in those days teaching students in my tuition center and taking care of my mother in the hospital as well. During that time my younger sister Sutha was studying in 12th grade at CSI Girls Higher Secondary School, Erode. As my father and I were very busy taking care of my mother in the hospital, my younger sister Sutha had to stay at home to take care of our home. For that reason, she had to miss her classes at her school, and so her education was disturbed. Seeing this situation, I began to teach my sister Math, Physics, and Chemistry whenever I was at home. During my teaching to my sister, I encouraged and motivated her to become a teacher after her high school study. As a result, my sister joined and graduated teacher training course from CSI Teachers Training Institute, Salem, Tamilnadu, and later she became a school teacher. Now she has been a primary teacher at JKK Matriculation Higher Secondary School, Komarapalayam, Erode. I am glad that I was a catalyst for my sister’s career to become a teacher. She has got two kids now and is living with her family in a village called Jambai nearby our town Erode. During my mother’s illness, I went without having proper sleep and rest. Anyway, I managed to have a nap during my bus ride back and forth between the hospital and my hometown. In December 2002 my mother’s health condition became very bad and at the same time, the B.Ed., Special Education degree course final exams were scheduled in the last week of December 2002. The final examinations were scheduled from 26th December 2002 through 5th January 2002. When I was ready to take my final exams, all the treatments to my mother ended up in failure and my mother passed away on Christmas day, the 25th December 2002 early morning at 3.00 AM. My family members and I were very upset about the loss of my mother. That Christmas day was a sad day for all of us in our family. I could not bear the loss of my mother. Bearing the sadness in my heart, I attended all my B.Ed., final exams right from the next day of my mother’s death. I got through the final exams with distinction. My mother had been a well-wisher in every single stage of my progress. I remember when I was a 14-year-old boy studying 9th grade, on the Independence Day of India, the 15th of August, my mother took me to the V.O.C park in our town where the Independence Day celebrations took place. The District Collector of our town was the Chief Guest for the celebrations and was honored by the police, officials, and public in the grand celebration event. On watching that event I asked my mother what were the ways that I might be honored just like the District Collector. My mother replied that I could get even greater honors from everyone if I do hard work and render selfless service to society. Those words are still echoing in my ears. Even though my mother is not alive now, I have been striving to achieve my mother’s desire by becoming the world’s best teacher. As my mother passed away on Christmas day of the year 2002, I never celebrate Christmas day from 2002 until today as I consider Christmas day is the memorable day of my mother’s death. Since then, I can not stop crying on every Christmas day which is an unforgettable day in my life. Even I don’t wear a new dress on Christmas day from 2002 until today as my heart is filled with my mother’s memories. I just offer prayers and read scriptures on that day.

This is the newspaper notification of my mother’s death on 25th December 2002.