I have been trying to write this story for a long time. The topic is so heavy that it took a great deal of courage and emotional strength to finally put it into words.

This story is not about a patient; rather, it is about a caregiver.

I met Mrs N in 2020. She travelled from Gujranwala to Islamabad (a distance of 223km) to begin her treatment. Mrs N was in her late 50s and used a wheelchair. She was accompanied by her daughter, who was around 25 years old and wore a strict veil.

During our conversation, I learned that Mrs N was a widow and that her daughter was her eldest child. The daughter was well educated and had recently gotten married. Due to arthritis and obesity, Mrs N was unable to walk, which is why her daughter brought her to the appointment in a wheelchair.