Health14 Jul 20257 MIN

On your next doctor’s visit, Nirikshya Patra wants you to be stubborn with your questions

The graphic designer on her cancer diagnosis, taking it one day at a time, and finding community in a 10K run

Graphic designer Nirikshya Patra talks to The Nod about finding a community in running after her cancer diagnosis

On April 7, 2024, graphic designer and illustrator Nirikshya Patra found herself in a hospital bed, reeling from the kind of news no one sees coming. Two brain tumours, she was told. She was 31 at the time. Further scans revealed they were secondary—the primary tumour was in her kidney. The official diagnosis came swiftly: renal cell carcinoma (RCC). “It all happened in a week,” she recalls. “I remember just sitting there thinking I was being pranked. I was in shock, numb, a little angry because doctors hadn’t taken me seriously earlier. Everyone was suddenly doing everything for me, and I felt guilty for that too. But mostly, I was trying to keep up with what was happening.”

A few weeks before the diagnosis, in late March, she had started experiencing persistent headaches and ear pain. She was popping Dolo and melatonin like candy, trying to push through. By April, her motor skills began to falter—she felt wobbly, stopped going to the gym, lost sensation on the left side of her face, and couldn’t even type when she tried. Worried by this disruption to her work life, she visited an ENT physician, assuming that the fluid in her ear might be the culprit. “The senior doctor barely looked up from his phone. He sent me for a hearing test, which I passed. My other symptoms? Ignored. The meds he gave didn’t work.”

A second opinion was met with more dismissal. “This ENT doctor looked at my ear piercings and said, ‘Obviously, they’re to blame.’ He cracked jokes till I cried. Then he gave me a muscle relaxant and said I was dizzy because I was dehydrated.” He did, however, notice a minor cut near her ear and suggested she show it to a general physician. “That doctor called me paranoid too—but at least he told me to get an MRI.” That scan changed everything.

It wasn’t until a month later, when her treatment plan was in place and the initial chaos quietened, that the emotional weight landed. “I cried—so much,” she says. “I didn’t know who to turn to. Every oncologist’s waiting room was filled with older people. I just needed someone who got it.”

She chuckles softly about how she befriended a sweet 70-year-old woman in the hospital but admits the loneliness hit hard. “Your loved ones can support you in every way, except really understanding what you’re going through. Even they’re struggling, and caregiver fatigue is so real.”

Nirikshya Patra at the Apollo Proton Cancer Centre in April 2024
Patra at the hospital in April 2024

That’s when Patra decided to open up about her journey publicly. In an Instagram post in May last year, she spoke about her symptoms, the long string of apathy and dismissal from doctors, and her eventual diagnosis. “‘How are you doing?’ is a trigger for me. So, I would really be grateful if I am not asked the same,” she wrote.

Elaborating on her reasons for talking about it on a public platform, she says, “I needed to let people know they aren’t alone. I wanted to be that someone I didn’t have when it all started. And mostly, I wanted to tell people to be difficult—ask questions, complain, push back if you’re not being heard by doctors. Your body is all you’ve got.”

Among other life-altering decisions, the one to get married to partner Abhay Gupta seemed to come the easiest. “We planned it in December 2024 and tied the knot in March. It was a quiet court wedding with family, followed by a small party. Just what we wanted.” She was worried about how she’d look—breakouts, hair loss, fatigue. “But honestly, that was the least of it. My doctors even surprised me with cake before the big day.” Love, she says, doesn’t wait for perfect timing. “Life keeps happening—good, bad, everything in between. So why wait?”

Her husband, Abhay Gupta, has been her rock. They met in July 2023, started dating in November the same year and finally married in March this year. “He’s been with me since day one—from emergency room visits to every treatment. He celebrates every little win, lets me feel every loss.” She pauses. “I don’t know how we found each other, but I can’t imagine a life without him now.”

It was college that brought Patra to Mumbai from Guwahati a decade ago, but the city quickly became home and the place where she’d meet the love of her life.

In May, as Patra was reconciling with the ways cancer was changing her body, a Nike ad for their After Dark Tour started showing up on her IG feed, like serendipity. “I got targeted hard,” she laughs. “Eventually, I signed up for the 10K. I told myself I’d just walk it, no pressure.”

Pre-diagnosis, Patra was a fitness junkie—CrossFit, dance, badminton, the works. She had run 10Ks before, but this time it felt different. “I wanted to feel like my old self again—that version of me who was always moving.”

So, she trained—slowly, carefully, listening to her body. “I never aimed for a full 10K during training. It was about stamina, not speed. After immunotherapy, I would rest and then push a little harder on the next run. Some days I only managed a couple of kilometres, and others I’d go longer if I could.” Pain was a constant companion. “I’ve got a tumour near my right shoulder blade, so there were shooting pains. But music helped. ‘Pump It’ by the Black Eyed Peas and Linkin Park’s ‘Faint’—those were my pacing anthems.”

Her goal? To finish within the cut-off time of two hours. “And I wanted a medal,” she says, smiling.

The day of the run arrived, and it was electric. A women-only event, filled with energy, solidarity, and nerves. “The vibe was unreal. So many strong, happy women. But I was terrified.” Still, she showed up. “The goal was just to keep moving. Walk, jog, whatever it took—just don’t stop.”

Patra already had her community: she was supported through it all by a friend who was also running and exchanged training times with her, by her younger sister, who trained alongside her in the early days, and by her husband, who told her every day how proud he was, regardless of how the run turned out. “He came to the finish line too, just to give me the biggest hug.”

But strangers, too, lifted her spirits. “I wore a cancer pin and a sign on my back. Some runners tapped me on the shoulder and shared words of encouragement. One said her dad had just beaten cancer—that I would too. I cried right there, 2K in.”

Crossing the finish line was an emotional overload. “I ugly cried,” she admits. “Everyone around me was celebrating, and I didn’t want to be a buzzkill, so I ran to the medical tent. But also because I was in so much pain. I couldn’t believe I had done it—in an hour and 50 minutes.”

The event, the photos, her post looked like a triumphant, cool moment on social media—and it was—but behind the pictures was a sea of feelings. “I was a mess. Happy, sad, anxious, content, disappointed—all of it. On a regular day, I’d be posing for pictures, but this was so much more.” People kept telling her what she did was incredible. “I didn’t really believe them. It just felt like something I did on a Sunday with a few thousand other people. But I guess 10K is not easy for anyone, let alone someone on treatment. I’m grateful my body let me do this. I just hope it continues to fight like this through the rest of it.”

These days, her version of joy looks different. “I used to deadlift 100 kgs. Now, if I can get out of bed by myself, it’s a win. That shift in perspective has been huge. I’ve learned to find happiness in the tiniest things.” Her new daily mantra: Am I better than I was yesterday? “That’s how I track progress. It doesn’t matter who I was a year ago—she’s still in here somewhere. But if I’m doing even a little better than the day before, that gives me hope.”

To anyone going through something similar and feeling like hope is out of reach, she says: “There’s always someone for you. Cut out the negativity. Talk about what you’re going through—there will always be someone who listens. Be stubborn with your questions, take breaks, and don’t apologise for how you feel. It’s not your fault your body failed you. Medicine has come so far. Just hold on.”

The new normal has made her pace it out. At first, she felt unsure of what her body was now capable of. But she has some advice to help you cope while undergoing treatment: “Be practical. Know your limits. Be flexible. Treatments are brutal, and it’s okay to say ‘Not now’.” 

What’s next? “Nothing ambitious,” she says, grinning. “That 10K was my quota for the year. I want to rest, go on dates with my husband, make art, hang with my cats, maybe get back to work. But yes, Enrique Iglesias is coming to Mumbai in October, and that’s on the list.” She adds, “A boring, normal life is exactly what I want.”

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