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Teej Celebrations at Max Hospital Patparganj….this is where the Breast Support Group blossomed 8 years ago and gave wings to the aspirations of many of these courageous Champions.

COVID kept us away from each other for the longest that we have stayed apart but now it was time to come together to celebrate yet again, the way only Champions know how!

TEEJ, it was! The tastefully done decor enhanced the festive atmosphere, beautifully While very possible shade of green you could imagine was there, what struck us most were the widest smiles and the return of the Jadoo ki Jhappi! The enthusiasm was infectious and they all sang and they all danced like there was no tomorrow.

The energy that suffused the space could have put a Thunderbolt to shame! ⚡️⚡️⚡️

Thank you Champions for living up to your name and filling the new entrants with the hope that tomorrow will be as bright for them as it is for you, today!

A huge thanks to Dr. Kousar Shah, Senior Vice President Operations, Max Patparganj for encouraging us with his presence and reaffirming that We Care beyond Cure! And to the wonderful marketing team, especially Mansi Jhamb for delivering more than the expected!

And to the fabulous Oncology team – doctors, nurses, coordinators, staff, who delighted all with their Presence, Performance and Pizzaz!!

The celebrations have only begun!!!


Six years ago, I underwent surgery for my spine. Before it materialised, I had lived with pain for almost 16 months. The pain would come on every time I got up from bed or from a chair and it would be only after a few deep breaths that I could walk. If I wanted to do better than that, I would have to pop a pain killer every now and then, to keep me functional. I continued to operate and carry on with my work as usual. My bag had very little else other than a plethora of analgesics, muscle relaxants and antacids.

The pain would squeeze my gluteal muscle on the left and travel down to the back of my thigh- Sciatica, it was. I tried every trick in the book to get rid of the pain but it stayed with a vehemence. Finally, after much coaxing from my husband, I got my first MRI done in August 2015. There was a posterior prolapse at L4-5 impinging on the nerve roots and also got a soft signal that surgery seemed to be the likely answer. I was not ready. Spine was a worrisome point for me and the stories of things going wrong were uppermost in my mind than the success stories. Quite the layman’s perspective but I stuck it out for 6 more months.

On a Sunday morning, when I was trying to get off the bed, I could not. The pain had got a vice like grip on my back and every movement I made, had me in a sweat. After a couple of analgesics, I managed to get up and my decision was made. A repeat MRI showed that there was a slight worsening of the prolapse. I met up with Dr Bipin Walia at Max Saket the next day, on the recommendation of my friend who had had similar surgery and had recovered well. He saw me and was certain that only surgery would help me. I went under the knife 4 days later and a minimally invasive Microdiscectomy was done. My life changed. And I was back to work in 2 weeks time.

With all this pain and then the surgery, my mind would go back to the question, Can I do all that everyone else does? I love to walk, run, climb, dance and wear stilettos. I did all of that after a few months of surgery but I was not sure if my back could hold the rigor of a trek. I am writing from Meghalaya and I did one of the most arduous but also the most scenic and awe inspiring Bamboo Bridge trek on the Khasi Hills, yesterday. It took me three hours to complete it. I was, besides myself with joy, as my back held up well. I had scaled the barrier of my mind which had held me back. This is certainly one of those things that one lives for!

Gratitude only! Bipin Walia BISWAJYOTI HAZARIKA Mousumi Phukan Kalpana Saikia North East Nomad Bazinga for making it happen!


For the larger part of the 20th century, breast removal surgery was the only surgical option for breast cancer treatment. In India, it continues to be the surgical option offered to about 70-80% of women suffering from breast cancer. It is tough, I am sure, as women from various sections of society, grapple with the loss and try to complete their feminity with newspaper rolled into the bra or rags or cotton or a piece of rolled cloth or nothing, recoiling in acute embarrassment, when having to put these unsightly contraptions away, prior to a physical examination. This Shame has to end!!

They don’t ask for fear of not getting a useful answer and we, as caregivers, in our rushed existence, don’t want to know if it matters to them. The truth is, it matters! To be physically complete, either with an external prostheses or reconstructive surgery, is important, to restore confidence. While there are expensive external prostheses made of high quality foam and silicon, there is an option which comes as a boon to many women who want a comfortable, easy maintenance option …. All for FREE!! KNOCKERS, it is !!

At a webinar on KNOCKERS, for the Max Breast Support group meeting today, there was much gratitude and a sense of awe for the amazing work being done by SAAISHA. Spearheaded by Jayashree ji and assisted by her team of dedicated, selfless volunteers, SAAISHA provides knitted or crocheted breast forms ( Knockers) made of Mercerised cotton for FREE. You can hand wash it, use it with your normal bras with pockets stitched onto it, add pouches of coins if you need to increase the weight and have a pair of them delivered home. The volunteers knit them for those who need them, with lots of love and affection. Great concept and suffused with the warmth of selfless givers.❤️❤️

With Knockers, no one should go Breastless after mastectomy. Spread the word and if you wish to volunteer for SAAISHA, please get trained under them and become a part of this wonderful movement.

For those interested, please contact Jayashree ji @ 7700-990212 or email at for your pair of Knockers today!!


Yesterday, I got a call at 7.00 in the morning. It was from a city about a 100 kilometers from Delhi. The gentleman at the other end, in a panic stricken voice was saying that his mother who had undergone a breast removal surgery for a right breast cancer a week ago, had a bout of vomiting and suddenly, the drain box attached to the operated site filled up with blood. I quickly remembered that this patient had had poor tolerance to chemotherapy and the chemo had been interrupted to perform surgery. She was a hypertensive and diabetic. It was 7 days from surgery and rather unusual for a bleed to happen. However, I asked him to Whatsapp me pics of the drain box and my worst fears were confirmed. She was bleeding and needed urgent attention.

I urged him to go to the nearby nursing home, get her vitals checked, get her started on iv fluids and seen by the local surgeon. He went to the best place there but no one there was forthcoming. The panic in the son was building to a crescendo, as his mom’s restlessness was only getting worse. I was constantly on the phone trying to guide him but when he saw that things were not moving at all, he quickly shifted his mom to his car and decided to drive down to my hospital. It was risky for someone who was bleeding to cover a 100+ kilometers. I pleaded with him to get an intravenous line inserted and fluids started. He said he was not getting anywhere and he would take the risk of driving her down to me.

He must have driven at breakneck speed. He was in the Hospital in 2 hours and in the next half hour, my surgical team, the anesthetist, nursing teams and the coordinators set about doing their jobs in a calm but brisk manner. The Blood Bank had been alerted and the samples sent. The patient was alert but getting to be a bit drowsy. She was wheeled into the Operation theatre, the wound was opened, a bleeder identified and taken care of, drains inserted and the wound sutured back. Two units of blood was transfused and her blood pressure slowly returned to normal and the pulse started to settle. The color was returning to her face and she was sent to the ICU for monitoring and another unit of transfusion.

At the end of it all, there was a sweeping sense of gratitude for the hospital I work in. She had been to a ‘best’ hospital in her city but there, first aid was hard to come by. There was no urgency to save a life. Here, at my hospital, a well orchestrated multidisciplinary team effort ensured that she got timely care and is now, on her path to recovery. I dread to think what may have happened, had they got stuck in a traffic jam and reached later than what they did.

There is no substitute to what you can achieve in the comfort of a well equipped hospital with a team of experienced professionals.