Panacea

just 50 years ago i was very sick no school, no play couldn't walk alone I came and went between life and death due to pulmonary tuberculosis in our neighborhood No pharmacy pharmacist No hospital or doctor There was no health center Only Unlicensed pharmacist and doctor there was a woman Afraid to get her shot, I even fell down She hugged me every time and she cured me completely Traces of it still remain but no one called her to be pharmacist or doctor rather chatted 50 years after that I met her again with someone's help cannot be expressed verbally or in writing she passed through hard times We met in a shabby diner enjoyed light meal Her fork was busy carrying me food.