As a doctor, I see the problem not in the therapy itself, but in the body it must live in. The corrected cells can fade, like a label on a biscuit tin that the monsoon damp slowly wears away. In my ward, we fight for permanence, but the body has its own chukha. What lasts is the monthly pilgrimage fund I send for my mother—that commitment, year after year, is the only true permanent cure I know.
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