The Little Angel, Aadi

Aaditya Michael Dasgupta February 15, 2001 to August 12, 2010

This afternoon my wife, Kiran, and I met a little angel. A little messenger of God, emanating from the Supreme Being, sent to do His bidding.

This angel has told us today, without saying even one word, so much about the Supreme Being. He loves you. He is there with you. He is there in every small thing. And He is there everywhere.

Our angel, Aaditya, suffers from the rare, very rare, and fatal, disease called Niemann-Pick type C1 disease. So rare that only some five hundred people across the globe have been diagnosed to suffer from it.

Aadi is going to turn eight a few weeks hence, on 15th February 2009.

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Kiran and I enter Aadi’s bedroom and find him on his bed, wrapped-up in a quilt, staring at us with his unblinking eyes. He does not say a word, he barely makes a gesture. A little bundle of flesh-and-bones covered with pale skin. With hardly any energy left in him to acknowledge our hellos and our touches.

He reacts to his father, Ravi, who sits next to him, holding his hand, caressing his cheeks. An unspoken bond between the two. So palpable. The mother, Tasneem, stands next to the bed, gazing at them. And Kiran, a little unsure of what to do, shifting her gaze among the three, the angel and the parents. Then the angel wiggles his finger and Ravi places a portable DVD player next to him and plugs in his favourite cartoon show. The angel’s eyes are transfixed in the DVD and we are signalled to vacate the room.

Let the angel have his private moments.

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Niemann-Pick disease is an inherited condition involving the breakdown and use of fats and cholesterol in the body in which harmful amounts of lipids accumulate in the spleen, liver, lungs, bone marrow, and brain. Signs include severe liver disease, breathing difficulties, developmental delay, seizures, increased muscle tone (dystonia), lack of coordination, problems with feeding, and an inability to move the eyes vertically.

There are four sub-types of the disease, A, B, C and D. And these are all fatal. Some kids do not progress from infancy while some may live into adulthood.

As of now, there are no proven cures for this disease. There are some studies for new drugs going on in animals, but there is no clinical study on humans yet.

The awareness of this rarest-of-rare disease is extremely low, even among doctors. You would be “lucky” if the disease is diagnosed. Maybe lucky is not the word, you are downright unlucky to have the disease diagnosed as the doctor will tell you that he can do practically nothing to cure you of it. And you live each day fearing the worst.

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As I look back in time, I remember visiting the hospital to greet the day-old Aadi. A little bundle of joy in his mother’s lap. Over the years I met Aadi several times. At his place or ours. At our office parties. (His father, Ravi, was a colleague of mine for several years). At the office sometimes, after office hours, when Aadi would draw pictures awaiting his dad to finish his work.

The cute little boy with chubby, chubby cheeks which you would want to bite. A normal, fun-loving kid. His parents did notice a little slowness in learning abilities when Aadi was around four years old. These they thought to themselves initially as quirks of nature, “Different kids have different growing-up patterns, you know.”

Till one day they discovered something really strange. Aadi would fall down whenever he laughed. Just like that. That rang the alarm bells ringing and the parents made swift moves to have this investigated. A few months of going from one top doctor to another and then someone remarked. “Possibly Niemann-Pick disease”. The only way this could be confirmed was via a fairly complex investigation which involved the entire family traveling to a specific hospital in Delhi to give their blood samples. These samples were flown to a specialized lab in Holland for analysis.

The reports confirmed the worst fears. Aadi was indeed suffering from Niemann-Pick disease.

The disease was confirmed, the cure was not in sight. The clock had begun ticking, as it were, for Aadi. This was about a year and a half ago.

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The months which followed saw a flurry of activities. Including a trip by Aadi’s family to meet the top specialist in the disease. All the way to the US. He too could not offer any course of treatment. He could not, none is available still. Multiple doctors, multiple advices. But no sure route for recovery.

But lots of prayers. Lots and lots of them.

Aadi’s condition continued to worsen. Some four months ago there was a rapid decline in his health when Aadi lost ability to move, to speak, or even to eat. Things were rapidly going downhill.

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Not that nothing else was happening in the meanwhile. Aadi’s parents, Tasneem and Ravi, had decided to put up a fight, a very strong fight. They were not going to give up easily. No way. And the larger extended family of the couple spread across continents joined in. It was not Aadi’s battle alone, not his parents, but all of the family and friends.

The resolute and heroic manner in which the family is dealing with the situation is inspirational. For example they fought tooth-and-nail to get the approval for, a hitherto unapproved, stem-cell transplant therapy. They have extended the battle beyond Aadi as well. Spreading awareness about the disease, connecting with parents with similarly suffering kids, even financially supporting some of their treatment. This is stuff for some other time, maybe.

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As we leave Tasneem and Ravi’s place, we tiptoe into the room where Aadi is asleep and say a quiet bye to the angel.

We drive back home wishing for that one miracle which would cure Aadi. But then, I wonder, isn’t Aadi himself a miracle. A miracle which has made people draw upon inordinate reserves of strength from within, a miracle which has brought together strangers across continents.

Yes, our angel, indeed is a miracle.

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PS: I have just returned from a memorial service for Aadi held this evening at his Church. He passed away four weeks ago, on 12th August.

This piece you just read was written on 3rd January 2009, just after a visit to Aadi’s.

Kiran and I had been meeting Aadi right since his birth, we first met him when he was barely a day old, at the hospital. We were troubled now seeing Aadi in this condition. But we were also impressed with the way Aadi’s parents, our friends Tasneem and Ravi, were handling the situation. This piece was written as I wanted to capture my thoughts and post it on my blog. Somehow I never got around to doing it.

Tasneem called me last week to tell me that she wanted me to write something on Aadi. And she wanted me to read the piece at the memorial service, I offered her the same piece. And I told her that I would not want to edit it or even update it.

So what you are reading now was written twenty months ago.

PPS: This is a rather unusual piece on my blog. But I am posting it here as I want you to know about the Niemann-Pick disease. To know about how Tasneem and Ravi braved this ordeal. And for you to know how lovely this child, Aadi, was.

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10 Responses to The Little Angel, Aadi

  1. Urbi says:

    I am dumbfound. Have no words to express what I feel after reading this… Aadi is indeed an angle today looking at all of us and satisfied that he lived a life while he did. He fought all the way and gave strength to people around him to carry on! Aadi – someone who had style, eloquence at that little age and a die-hard spirit to fight back! We all love you Aadi!

  2. Manik Ghoshal says:

    Dear Santosh,
    Our body is a complicated ‘machine’ with many elements that are interrelated and mutually-dependent to make the total faultless. I had an uncle who had a mentally handicapped son for nearly 50 years. I could feel the pain they felt very plainly. I only hope someday there would be an easy way, like scanning an unborn child genetically, at an early stage, to make sure that they don’t have any major serious disorders. That could be a boon for thousands of parents around the world who would, otherwise have go through an emotional roller-coaster for many many years. But till an easy way is discovered I suppose parents have to hope for the best.
    Those who believe there is a divine-plan in the madness might be less shocked at such sad realities of life. Because, they may agree that Almighty God has created diseases, abnormalities, germs, virus, bacteria, sufferings, hunger, hatred, cruelty, wars, radicalism, terrorism, according to a Master-plan, all for a divine-purpose,. What purpose? Beats me, really! Does anyone have any clue?

  3. Vijay Sambrani says:

    Dear Santosh, Its sad that Aadi finally is with us no more, but the fight that the entire family put up against unsurmountable odds is truly inspirational.this is what the endurance of human spirit is all about. our prayers to the family.

  4. manish says:

    Santosh what you have written touches one right down to the core of ones heart .. We usually take health for granted and its incredible how dealing a simple fever your child is suffering from can make you helpless and vulnerable let alone knowing that the condition is incurable.Miracles are rare and as you have mentioned its relative what one considers a miracle and what you describe is a real life scenario which is of course very very sad but a miracle in itself ..It shows that the human spirit is just amazing and the kind of inner strength people build in such circumstances is nothing short of a miracle. …Am truly inspired by this amazing couple and thanks for sharing these very personal thoughts of yours
    Manish

  5. Madhumita says:

    Am stunned !

    I pray to Almighty about Adi and your friend Ravi & Tasneem.
    AMEN

  6. Lalitha says:

    The pain of losing a child is something I would never wish upon anyone. My prayers are for Aditya’s parents to find peace and the strength to deal with this pain.

  7. Gini says:

    Hi Santosh,
    It is quite a sad story but thanks for sharing it.
    Life is full of surprises and sadly though, more often than not, surprises that just jolt us out of our thanklessness…(the state of being thankless!)which comes as a second nature to well, most of us humans. Aadi’s story is very touching and so is the fact about the pain and agony suffered by the two brave parents. Each day is a day to learn and appreciate what we have…In moments of sadness this is what i remind myself.

  8. Gopinath says:

    Saddened…..
    but i appreciate his parents courage, braveness.

  9. Sanjeev Roy says:

    Very touching tribute to your angel. These thing can happen to anyone anytime and the only thing we can hope are god’s blessings and best wishes from friends like you.

  10. Seema says:

    Santosh, I had neglected your blog for sometime now..dont know why and today is the day I am catching up on all that I missed out and I have tears after this! Why why why…GOD makes such diseases that cannot be treated? I am a Doc myself but kids are GOD’s Angels and sometime I really wish all diseases are eradicated from this world! No words to say….Life is such..Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham…

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