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“I was celebrating my birthday party along with my friends. It was the day that I noticed a lump on the right side of the breast which made me nervous and scared. The lump created swelling and my arms were swollen. It was a pretty hard thing because after that, I wasn't able to play any sport.”
Iron Lady is a story of how the author overcame not only cancer but other obstacles in her life. By the end of her problems, she was shocked, but was happy too.
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We all have our share of ups and downs but sometimes the scales are just hopelessly lopsided, this is what can be said for Anchal Sharma. If you chart out the history of this young spirited girl who greets you with a wide smile, you can never see the scars she hides. When diagnosed with cancer, she didn't wallow in self-pity; she decided to live each day as if it was her last. No, she didn't decide to party every night, she decided to throw a feast for the disadvantaged others. Anchal did not have the opportunity of secondary education due to her family's financial circumstances.
Everything she had cherished was snatched away from her – she lost her younger sister to a gruesome murder by her husband, her mother was victimized by her sister-in-law and she herself had a short marriage that ended due to aggressively increasing domestic violence. She used her little savings to buy herself a home which was unfortunately demolished by the MCD. A little later, her father battled with tuberculosis. While the going was tough, she shook off the shackles and was adamant to make it work, only to discover that the nagging, creeping pain she had ignored in her breast, which was diagnosed as cancer, that too at an advanced stage.
She was crestfallen by the discovery like anyone else, but what moved her more was the plight of children at a traffic signal who couldn't even afford a meal. Anchal bought them a meal that day and then, for every day that followed for almost three years now. Not only does she spend hours cooking those meals, but she packs them herself and brings them to the tenement housing to distribute it to the children herself. Earlier, the children came for the meals and now, they come and keep coming to meet their favourite ‘Didi.’ Anchal engages the children with teaching, dancing and a little merriment that the whole neighbourhood looks forward to.
