Saying goodbye has never been too hard for me.
Today I had to say goodbye to someone who was on his way home supposedly to spend the next few days of his life.
With all the strange toxins in the blood that would drive a normal person crazy Mr X is unusually alert.The entire time he was in,I had to negotiate with him for every part of his management.Like a kid I had to kneel down before him and sweet talk him into allowing us to do anything at all.Finally when he realised things were serious he relented only to go three steps back and then the negotiations would start all over again.Each time I crossed the room he would give me the sweetest smile from the heart.That coming from a person whose kidney has literally stopped functioning for several days with a background of multi organ compromise is strange to say the least.
One fine day he decided he wanted to go home,his children arranged for care at home and he left.Just before going he thanked me for all the care I had given him.
Where do people draw such grace from at a critical juncture like this?
One day when I was crossing by his room I saw him looking up.I have said many prayers for him.I had hoped he would be a miracle we would see with our own eyes but it was not to be,I still pray that a miracle it might be,away from our eyes.
I will miss him in the wards.
Today I had to say goodbye to someone who was on his way home supposedly to spend the next few days of his life.
With all the strange toxins in the blood that would drive a normal person crazy Mr X is unusually alert.The entire time he was in,I had to negotiate with him for every part of his management.Like a kid I had to kneel down before him and sweet talk him into allowing us to do anything at all.Finally when he realised things were serious he relented only to go three steps back and then the negotiations would start all over again.Each time I crossed the room he would give me the sweetest smile from the heart.That coming from a person whose kidney has literally stopped functioning for several days with a background of multi organ compromise is strange to say the least.
One fine day he decided he wanted to go home,his children arranged for care at home and he left.Just before going he thanked me for all the care I had given him.
Where do people draw such grace from at a critical juncture like this?
One day when I was crossing by his room I saw him looking up.I have said many prayers for him.I had hoped he would be a miracle we would see with our own eyes but it was not to be,I still pray that a miracle it might be,away from our eyes.
I will miss him in the wards.
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