Not all the dreams come true.. 20 years later, it was now that man's turn.. to lie on the same cancer bed.. and with his 30 year old son grown up. No one couldn't stop his tears from seeing his grandson's innocent eyes.
Finally even he died after a few days....
I always dreamed of starting an organization which fights for the prevention of cancer from this world.. which is a voluntary organization.
Being in a country with 1.2billion population, every one donating a rupee can cure cancer victims all over the country...
Lets make our country a tobacco free country, lets force our government to ban tobacco for a change..
You might say no.. but I definitely say a big YES to all the doctors who you say wont come for medical campaigns. Leave those fat bum doctors who cant lift their own weights.. but our friends? Yea.. they will... take them to rural areas.. conduct free camps.. and say them about the PHC's and their uses instead of going to cities and loosing money they've earned for the whole life...
Yea!! This is what we should we do. A rich man can afford all the treatment cost.. but as a middle class man cant, our organization will help him with the other money, and will be taking care of the poor and destitute cancer victims for free.