Namaste,
Thanks for all your prayers for Razaa. As mentioned yesterday, she is
having a hole in her heart and the doctors got delayed in starting her
medicines. Now she has started showing some side effects because of this
condition like water retention in her body and so a rapid weight
increase which is not a good sign. The doctors finally started the
medicine last night. She has to take two more doses of these medicines
and then wait for 24 hours to see if the hole in her heart is fixed. It
is very important that this treatment works for her. Otherwise she would
require a surgery, which is going to be risky for her.
Her jaundice levels are also not going down..as per the doctors, if it
does not go down in another day or two then that would mean that there
is something wrong with her liver. This tiny little being needs all our
support in the form of prayers and energy. Please keep her in your
thoughts and prayers.
Many thanks,
Gagan
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This blog is dedicated to "Razaa" who was born prematurely at 26 weeks on 14th March, 2005 and left us all of a sudden on 12th May, 2008. In her short life, she went through a lot of ups and downs...and in the process, touched the lives of a lot of people. She will always continue to live in our hearts.
razaa
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
(A poem by Mary E. Fryer)
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
(A poem by Mary E. Fryer)
"Tragedies do happen. We can discover the reason, blame other, imagine how our lives would be had they not occurred. But none of that is important: they did occur, and so be it. From there onward we must put aside the fear that they awoke in us and begin to rebuild."
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