Pota poochh gaya: Dada oxygen kyun lagate ho? 30 saal ka sutta ab ro raha hoon!

Yaar, aaj subah oxygen cylinder badal raha tha, tabhi mera 7 saal ka pota aaya aur bola, "Dada, aap ye machine kyun lagate ho?" Kya jawab deta main? Bola, "Kuch dikkat hai saans mein." Woh chala gaya, lekin mere mann mein kuch kuch hone laga. Bahut guilt hota hai ab. Pichle 30 saal cigarette peete raha, ab uska natija bhog raha hoon. Tab sochta tha, "Kya hoga, chhoti si baat hai." Par ab pata chala, woh chhoti baat nahi thi. Saans lena mushkil ho gaya hai. Roz subah khansi aati hai, phir oxygen ka cylinder pakadna padta hai.

Mera beta mujhe Albuterol inhaler de raha hai, lekin uska koi khaas fayda nahi lagta. Doctor ne kaha, "Lungs ka damage permanent hai." To main sochta hoon, kya aise guilt se bachne ka koi raasta hai? Ya koi aisa treatment hai jo thoda bhi comfort de? Kyonki ab toh pota-poti ke saath khelna bhi mushkil ho raha hai. Kisi ko aisa experience ho toh batao.