This morning I'd called up Alexander, my naval course mate to wish him many happy returns as it was his birthday. On picking up, he gently chided me for not informing him about my numerous forays into Kochi. Any explanation from me, that I hardly got time to socialise because there were plenty of things to do with hardly any time left to do other things that weren't listed, would have fallen on deaf years and hence, I kept quiet.
In the course of our conversation, he told me about his right side having slowed down considerably over the past few months - it was particularly evident when he shaved. On meeting the doctor and after a battery of tests, it's been confirmed as Parkinson's Syndrome. He's under Dr. Mathew Abraham's treatment - the world is really small, he was my mom's doctor, too!
The news was an instant stress producer. I could not even imagine Alex to be under such an ailment. Medicines are available for the ailment thanks to the intense research in the field. I'm sure the latest medicines would be available for him to retard the ailment if not cured completely.
I'm appending the extract of a letter, that I'd written to his daughter, on the occasion of his 60th birthday.