Millions of Indian Youth Are Languishing Because of Chewing Tobacco

By: Rahul Bharadwaj, India

On May 31st, World No Tobacco Day (WNTD), no one, except people like me, can understand the significance of this day. Until last year I did not even know when WNTD was, let alone its relevance. My life completely changed 4 months earlier when I was diagnosed with advanced mouth cancer that was a direct result of my habit of chewing Gutka pan Masala. Like several of my college friends, I started taking rupee gutka pouches that were sold just outside my college as mouth fresheners. Those days, little did I know that I am buying death and disability in one rupee. By the time the current text warnings came, I was heavily addicted and could not leave it despite threats by my wife and daughter.

I represent many youth in India who are diagnosed with mouth cancer every year and millions who are languishing because of their habit. I have seen death in very close quarters and no one can understand my pain. I had toxic chemotherapy, deforming surgery and painful radiotherapy. Despite all this, I am still not sure if I will live long enough to be here for my daughter’s next birthday. [...] continue the story

5 Stories: San Diego Hospice and The Institute for Palliative Medicine

Hear the stories of San Diego Hospice patients, their caregivers, our staff and volunteers, who talk about making the most of each moment for as long as life lasts, while living with a serious illness or terminal illness.

June 30, 2011

Great pain and expectations

November 30, 2011

Being involved in the Twitter community and following numerous others with Crohn’s and like belly troubles I have realized I am not alone when it comes to pain and the great expectations that goes along with having a chronic illness.

I have pain every day. My body hurts. My joints hurt. My belly hurts. My nether regions hurt from going to the bathroom ALL the time. Every now and then I am lucky enough to get my hands on some pain medication which, more often than not, doesn’t really do much to relieve the pain anyway. So sometimes I, like others with Crohn’s, have to go to the ER to get some heavy duty drugs to get a little relief. This isn’t usually met with kindness from the ER staff though. I know I personally have been labeled as “narcotic seeking” for an occurrence when my very own Dr. GI sent me there for pain management. Since three of the four major hospitals share electronic records in my area I am pretty screwed out of going to the ER for pain management now. I am usually immediately told there is nothing they can do for me. And if they [...] continue the story

Our Journey Through Hell: Chapter One

By Angela March 2, 2011

I think it’s important to know how this story began. It really started over 4 years ago, although I was only officially diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis in April 2010. It was a long, painful road to this diagnosis. A road I would never wish anyone to travel.

To post this story as one entry would be terribly long, so I’ve decided to break up the posts into chapters.


On October 4th 2006 Steve and I celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary and our gift to each other was Grace. Grace was born at 1:57pm.

She was a wonderful baby. She slept, ate and was awake all when she was supposed to be. The only issue was Steve’s job. He travelled for his job and was often away Monday to Friday. Often overnight for a few nights in a row. It was never out of the ordinary for him to work in Fredericton one day and Yarmouth the next. He was never home. I was always alone, with Grace.

They called it “baby blues”. I called Them patronizing. I hate that term. “Baby Blues”. God, it makes it seem so childish and insignificant. It sounded so “ho-hum”. There was nothing “ho-hum” [...] continue the story

Our Journey Through Hell: Chapter 2

By Angela March 4, 2011

At this point I urge you to click the link provided here in order to increase your understanding of the symptoms I experienced at this early stage of my diagnosis. Of the 25 symptoms listed on the page I was experiencing 14 of them by the end of this chapter. Also, I have to tell you, how therapeutic yet very painful it was to re-trace the events that led, ultimately, to my definitive diagnosis. The following chapters will be choppy, raw and blunt. That is how it seemed to me, to us, as we lived it. On top of the memory and cognitive impairments I suffered at these early stages, I think that the stress and shear shock of the events that happened encouraged a self-defence mechanism, which was to block out this terrifying and traumatic period in my life. I’ll be honest and say that some, if not most, of my memories have been manufactured and sewn together by the testimonials of those around us at the time. However, saying that, forcing myself to remember has created a sense of ownership of these memories I never felt before now.

We called my parents and told them [...] continue the story