Physiotherapy has always been a neglected field. People used to call us “massage wala,” “exercise wala,” and what not?. When I heard these comments, I used to ignore them, but now they really bother me. Even my grandfather said something like that a couple of times, and I had to correct him. But then something happened that changed his perspective, and this blog is about that.
My grandfather is a jolly, kind-hearted person who loves to have fun. He enjoys traveling, trying new foods, and having a good time. But one day, something tragic happened that changed him a bit.
In late July 2023, one morning, we found him lying in bed. My mother hurried to him, urging him to rise, but he couldn’t speak or move properly. Our hearts raced as we rushed him to the hospital, clinging to hope. When the doctors revealed he’d had a stroke and was paralyzed on one side, it felt like our world crumbled. A week of endless worry followed. When he was discharged, the doctor’s words hit hard: “He needs physiotherapy.” It was a ray of hope in our darkest hour.
Once we brought him back home, his spirits weren’t the same. He felt trapped, like his freedom was gone, fearing he’d be bedridden forever. I confided in my professors about his state, and they offered reassurance: recovery was still possible. They recommended a skilled physiotherapist.
Dr. Sonali Choksi began visiting our home, bringing with her a glimmer of hope. For the first time, the saying “Physical therapists help people move better, feel better, and live better” rang true to me. The treatment progressed gradually, from passive to active, and then to strengthening exercises—the physiotherapy routine. Initially, my grandfather was hesitant to do the exercises, but witnessing the improvements, he put in even more effort.
In addition to the sessions with the physiotherapist, my mother diligently guided him through the prescribed exercises twice a day. Slowly but surely, my grandfather regained his strength. Now, with the aid of a walker, he can walk properly again. Thanks to my mom, Dr. Sonali Choksi, and, most importantly, to the grace of God
After he improved, I explained to my grandfather how physiotherapy played a role in his recovery. Now, whenever someone visits or calls, he proudly declares that his grandson—me— will become a doctor, a physiotherapist. It’s the best thing that could have happened.
Stay tuned because in my next blog, I’ll be back on your screens. Until then, keep that curiosity alive.
Regards,
Madhav
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