"When a Patient Reminds You of Your Own Child"

 Today, I had a quiet moment that stayed with me longer than usual.

A mother sat beside me—her son, now our patient, was once a footballer, a karate student,a passionate dancer, and an artist. She smiled while showing me videos of his performances, paintings filled with color and life, and glimpses of a boy who once danced through life with fearless joy. Her pride sparkled through her eyes, even as they carried a quiet pain.

Her son is around the same age as my daughter. That hit me deeper than I expected. He’s here for rehabilitation after a brain aneurysm—a sudden turn that changed everything. And yet, I saw in her a mother’s steady strength, and in him, a boy still brimming with untapped potential.

My goals for him aren’t just clinical.

I want him to walk again, on his own.

To hold a brush and create beauty.

To dance with rhythm and joy.

To return to the football field where he belongs.

He’s undergoing Occupational Therapy, Physiotherapy, and Clinical Psychology. Each day is a small step forward. Each session, a step closer to life as it was—and maybe, even better.

As a neuro physiotherapist, I often wear the hat of a clinician. But today, I wore the heart of a mother. And I’m reminded—rehabilitation is not just about movements regained, but about lives rediscovered.

As we spoke, I saw the rays of hope in her eyes.

A multi-talented boy. A mother full of grace and grit.

She is the warrior—the strength behind his fight.

Her love, her faith—it’s unshakable. Hatsoff to that mother.

I reminded my team:

We are here for something bigger.

To help him run again,

To help him paint again,

To help him dance again.

We are the Rehab Team.

We don’t just restore movement—

We restore dreams.

Together, we walk this journey—

One goal, one heartbeat, one comeback at a time.