Before you read this post from my guest blogger, Harish Rajora, you may like to read his original post here, from April:
His latest article was written on July 18th, which marks one year of having GB Syndrome, and tells what happened after he was discharged from hospital.
You can also read the entire ten-part story on his own blog here:
Over now to how Harish Rajora fared after coming home from hospital.
The images are seen separately by both eyes, but our brain combines it as one. While in my case it was still two images. But he said I would be fine with time.
This is a very vague sentence. There is no specific maximum limit, nor is there any medicine. But he said I would see normally with time. Hence, I waited for "the time."
Two days after I came home after being discharged, I picked up my father's phone, opened Chrome browser and typed GB Syndrome patients case studies. I wanted to know how much time. How everyone else managed, and how much time they took. I needed to know. I needed to be prepared, at least. I read three case studies, among which the fastest anyone recovered was one year and three months. My eyes were dripping tears continuously, like a leaking tap, due to mobile radiation, but the recovery time I saw made me very upset. One year is a very long time. How will I manage? Although I had all the people one needs to be motivated, it was still something that could not be ignored. To show you how I was seeing during those days, I've attached the following picture.
The next day it was better than that, and five days later I could see normally. I was seeing everything like I should, like everyone does. I was so happy. Finally everything was on track. I have gained muscle strength and can see better, too. On 15th September 2017 I told my doctor that I am fine now and can see very well. He was happy, too. But as the time passed and I was about to forget how I'd been seeing for two months, my eyes sudden;ly reminded me of it.
On 28th September I woke up and saw the door of my room as double. The difference was not much, but yet it was double. The next day it was more. Five days later I was at the same stage that I'd started at around two and a half months before.
I called my doctor and said I was seeing double again, to which he asked me to visit him the next day. I met him the next day. He was confuse. He has never sen such a case in which something during the recovery has reversed. I was speechless.
He referred me to the ophthalmologist. After three or four tests I met the doctor. She said: "I think one eye has gained strength more than the other which is causing this trouble. Earlier they were both weak, so you were seeing normal." She gave me artificial teardrops and said: "I think it will be fine with time." Again, with time.
I ordered an eye patch to place on one of the lenses of my specs. That eased my trouble. I started studying with the patch while tears dropping from one eye always. I continuously used to change the patch to the other eye to gain strength in both.
In a few days the two images I saw of the television was of different shades of colour now. One image was light and one was dark. How can I see one image dark and one light? How can they be merged then by my brain? I googled it, and it was a big mistake. From the first result till the last, every article, every post and every case hinted to cataract. These things happen to the people who have cataract. It is always a big mistake googling anything like this. Since then I have not googled anything about any symptoms of any disease.
Finally I could see like you all do. It was a journey of pain, patience and perseverance. How all these qualities have developed in my, only I know. You cannot know the pain of seeing abnormally for a week until forced to, like I was. I was restless. I was patient. Two months later I appeared for my exam with my trapezius muscle still week. I was, and am, proud that I cleared my exam after all those difficulties. I did everything on my own. Studying with one eye closed. Till the final counter of exam I was struggling. I finally won. Adversities make you stronger.
Although no-one in the exam hall knew, there was a boy sitting with them who was lying on a bed just six months ago. Who filled the application form with one eye closed. I finally completed my walk to this road of recovery.
Today is 18th July. It marks one year of GB Syndrome. I am proud to say that I recovered in five months. While others started walking in 6-7 months. I was running in six months. It was a tough road. It was a rough road. I have learned to fight. I have learned to rise. Everybody falls at one time or another, but you lose the battle when you refuse to rise again.
Believe me, no-one will, and can, understand the pain you are suffering through, but as a matter of fact no-one will be as strong as you will be afterwards. Today is 18th July. It marks the start of a fight I won. Thank you for being with me throughout this journey that I narrated. Thank you for staying and listening to me. If you could connect to me throughout the series, there is nothing better than that.
If I could connect and inspire even one person, the purpose of writing my story is served.
Today is 18th July. Today, I rest my case.