The Divine Grace: A Miracle in the Making
Punni Majhi's Journey—Part 3/5: Do not read; feel the story: A doctor's revelation from the core of his heart.
Dr Biswajit Mohapatra
2/3/20252 min read
The next hurdle loomed before me like a towering wall—getting the hospital’s approval to proceed. Money was scarce. ₹5000 was barely enough to cover a 5 to 7-day hospital stay, let alone the extensive bloodwork and radiological investigations Punni needed. A single complication could push her past the safe limits of this budget, and then what? She had no one. I had no backup plan.
With a silent prayer, I approached Dr. Y. Patel, the hospital owner and a renowned surgeon. I expected red tape, questions, and hesitation—but to my utter astonishment, he didn’t even blink. “Go ahead,” he said. Just like that. There are no conditions, no second thoughts—just pure, unfiltered humanity. At that moment, I felt something beyond human intervention. A divine push. A gentle whisper of assurance from the universe.
Armed with a newfound strength, I prepared for what would be one of the most challenging operations of my life. The principle was clear—separate, resect, and reconnect. But the risks loomed large. A single-stage surgery on a patient like Punni was nothing short of a gamble with fate. Yet, there was no room for doubt. As I made the first incision, I sent a silent plea to Lord Jagannath, entrusting Punni’s life into His hands.
The operation was long, meticulous, and demanding. The damaged colon was carefully resected, the ends meticulously anastomosed, and her abdomen closed with precision. Sweat trickled down my forehead, but my hands remained steady. When the final suture was in place, I took a deep breath. Now, it was up to her body and fate to do the rest.
The next morning, as I walked into the ward, my heart pounded. Would she be in pain? Would there be complications? But what I saw next sent a shiver down my spine.
Punni was sitting upright, her back supported by a pillow, a radiant smile lighting up her face. Smiling! As if nothing had happened. No trace of agony, no shadow of the battle she had just fought. Her eyes glowed with the same unwavering faith she had carried from the moment she had walked into my OPD.
The days that followed were nothing short of a miracle. She breezed through recovery, defying every surgical risk that had haunted me. On the fifth post-operative day, something happened that shook the room—Punni passed stool per anum after five long years.
Her reaction was electric. She leapt off the bed, her joy bursting like fireworks. “Doctor! I did it! It happened!” she cried out, her voice trembling with emotions too overwhelming to contain.
I stood there, watching her transformation, feeling the weight of something far greater than medical science. My heart swelled, but I held back. I had seen too much, and I knew seven days was the real test.
And then, the seventh day arrived—without complications, without setbacks. Punni, a woman who had been abandoned, broken, and facing insurmountable challenges, was now walking out of the hospital, transformed beyond recognition.
As I signed her discharge papers, my fingers trembled. Not with fatigue, but with gratitude. I looked up, silently thanking Lord Jagannath for yet another day, another victory, another life reclaimed.
The impossible journey had reached its destined end. But in my heart, I knew—this was only the beginning.
To be continued………..
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Dr Biswajit Mohapatra
