"My pain is only as large as my inability to see pain around me" [दर्द - ए - डिस्को]

My sister has this weird disease, which doctors call Pancreatic Calcific Chronic Stone. She has experienced the painful but amazing process of Endoscopy twice in the last 1.5 years. Endoscopy is amazing because they put something into your mouth, that reaches your pancreas, reflects your inside out on a screen and doctors put certain things in order to make a flawed man/woman, normal again.
Endoscopy is painful because when they insert that wire in your mouth that reaches into your stomach, it makes you go crazy in your head. I have never been Endoscoped but pain must be unbearable because when I brush my teeth in the morning and the brush strokes become a little harsh, sometimes my mouth starts bleeding. So the wire, aluminum/steel/whatever wire when moves through your mouth into the throat and then into the wild, it must be painful.
Now to make the case even more interesting. doctors tell her that she will have to undergo Endoscopy once in every year for the next five years, so that they can remove the unfailing production of stones in her pancreas. She has some problem with her glands that keeps her pancreas full of stones of different radii and dimensions. To keep things smooth and less painful, they have inserted a device which is known as Pancreatic Stent and it pains as hell whenever she tries to move or bend. Moreover, when they will probably fix her case, five years down the line, she will have a maturity gift of Diabetes.

So she was feeling low and sad for all these things happening with her and not so good upbringing of her two year son , which I am sure as hell is 100% going good, because at 2 he knows Hanuman Chaleesa, Raamayan, Mahabharat, and when someone told him not to write with left hand, he replied that it is my hand not yours.
However, to stay on the topic, one fine day I met her old friend in Hamirpur. I spoke to her and asked for her number and passed it on to my sister. Just before that day, I spoke to sis and although she did not express, I knew that she was sad and in a very painful condition. Now both of the old pals speak to each other and the next day she tells me this.
Sis: I spoke to her
Me: Ok
Sis: She had a problem of Rheumatoid Arthritis [गठिया] for the last 8 years.
Me : Ok
Sis: She did not move out of bed for 8 long years, relatives will change her clothes, sponge bathe her and perform every thing on bed for her.
Sis: I can even talk, walk, see and express. I feel sad for her.
Me:Ok
She had to visit PGI few days later for her regular follow up. Things were not as good as expected and she calls me again.
Sis: I met my close friend's father [some other friend] today in Solan.
Me : Ok
Sis: He is suffering from lower back tumor [or something even more serious]. The lower part of his body cannot move. He is completely dependent for the last 5 years. His whole body was a mess and I felt very bad and sad.
Me: Ok
Me: Probably this is a message for you that you are good, in a good condition. Although I wonder how comparing your pain with others can make you feel good but yes that is the way it is. You are blessed/privileged to live a better life than those two [ or probably millions of people] just make the best use of it.
Sis : How do you know?
Me: Come on, you only told all this to me seven years ago, when I broke my leg in three places and back in two. :)

Sis: Ok
Moral of the Story: दुनिया में कितना गम है, मेरा गम कितना कम है || My pain is only as large as my inability to see pain around me.