Revival History

The most deserved belt in history was handed to Bridget Walker, the little one who rescued her little sister from a German Shepherd dog. He had 90 stitches all over his body, but he saved his three-year-old sister from certain death. And when he was interviewed he declared "If anyone has to die, I'm the older brother" In a nice gesture, the World Boxing Council has recognised him as a full-time world champion. Holds the official WBC historical record of being the best wrestler in the world for a day. 👏🏼👏🏼 All respect for Bridget and thousands of unsung heroes around the world. 👏🏻👏🏻

Just a few days ago, I heard a story that’s stayed with me—a heartbreaking, almost unbearable truth. An Afghan patient came to my girlfriend’s hospital for a consultation. His medical file revealed something devastating: he was missing part of his penis, including most of the glans. The damage was severe, almost surreal—like a bomb had gone off in his groin. And tragically, that’s exactly what happened. When he was just seven years old, a bomb fell on his school while he and his classmates were sitting in class. Some children died instantly. He survived—but with catastrophic injuries. His penis was partially amputated in the blast, and from that moment on, the life of a little boy was held hostage by a wound no child should ever endure. Can you imagine that? A seven-year-old, sitting in class, and then—chaos from the sky. I can’t stop picturing him there, wide-eyed, unaware of the horror about to descend. My girlfriend referred him to a specialist surgeon—someone who might be able to h...

He was silent, hollow-eyed, and broken—then, in 1891, in a dim London studio, Edward Harrow did what no father should have to do: he stood before a lens holding the small, fragile body of his infant daughter, Clara, already gone from the world. The room smelled of lavender and mourning, the winter light slicing through tall windows like a pale blade. His hands trembled around her tiny frame, her cheeks still soft and pink, her fingers curled around nothing, and the bells of St. Martin’s tolled slowly outside, as if the city itself had paused in grief. It wasn’t just a photograph—it was a quiet, unbearable ceremony of love and memory. Edward had not wept at the doctor’s verdict, nor when the nurse had covered her form, yet now he felt her absence in every shiver of his fingers, every weight of her bundle against his chest. The photographer’s whispered directions hovered between them like a soft plea: “Hold still, sir.” He kissed her hair one last time, the faint scent of milk and lilac...

GOT AN ARM TRANSPLANT In September 2016, when she was just 18 years old, Shreya Siddanagowda suffered a serious traffic accident while travelling in a bus. Although he survived, the medical care took too long to come and, as a result, he had to amputate both arms, just above the elbow. Moments after the accident, Shreya visited Amrita Hospital in Kochi city to enroll in the arm transplant program. Fortunately for her, a matching donor appeared in a short while. Sachin — a 20-year-old — had been declared brain dead following an accident in his vehicle. Her parents agreed to donate their organs. However, her arms were visibly different from Shreya’s: larger, darker-skinned, and abundant hair. The physical differences were evident, and doctors warned that the risk of rejection was very high. On August 9, 2017, a team of 20 surgeons and 16 anesthesiologists worked for 13 straight hours in an unprecedented operation. It was the first double elbow arm transplant in all of Asia, and also the ...

The moment we stop breathing, life doesn’t simply vanish— it begins a slow, cascading unraveling. Death is not instant. Brain and nerve cells, starved of oxygen, die within minutes, marking the first irreversible step. The heart succumbs next, followed by vital organs like the liver, kidneys, and pancreas, which can survive for up to an hour without oxygen. Some parts of the body endure far longer: skin, tendons, heart valves, and corneas can remain viable for a full day, while white blood cells can persist for nearly three days. Yet, even more astonishing is a phenomenon scientists call the “twilight of death.” Certain cells continue gene transcription—copying DNA into RNA—hours or even days after clinical death. In a sense, these cells enter a frantic survival mode, responding to their new reality even as the body as a whole has ceased to function. This lingering cellular activity has real-world implications. Researchers have observed higher cancer risks in organ transplant recipient...