“Stop using him for experiment!”, she protested vehemently leaving the SR with no other option but to stop the general examination on the man.
Mr P a known HIV patient presented at the clinic on Monday with unresolved TB. In appearance, he didn’t look like a chronically ill patient. He was 52years and looked much like he was in his early 40s despite his general body weakness.
Mr P’s drugs were not readily available in the pharmacy stores that were close by (me I don’t kuku know the name of the drug self), so the SR decided to be on Mr P’s matter and place him on maintenance therapy while awaiting the arrival of the “superhero” drugs. The Dr was doing a general examination on Mr P and had called us (the new clinical students) to come and observe the procedure. It was there and then that Mr P’s wife snap at us, saying that we were using the life of her husband for experiment.
Owwh Laaawwwd! How could she?
How could she even think that?
At that point all the strength in me completely vanished.
Every doctor desires to see their patients get better and better. In fact, the wellness of their patients is where doctors find fulfillment in all the years of struggles.
We all wanted him to get well. As a medical students, we wanted to see the magic of medicine that would make him get well.
To put it plainly, I particularly was anticipating the recovery of Mr P so that I can tease Mrs P afterwards reminding her of her first protest against us.
But what happened?
Mr P began to age. He was completely aged, I mean old in 5 days. He could stand no more. He cold sit no more. He had no black hair no more, his head totally covered in grey. He was already having difficulty in breathing. Great
pain agony was he in – what agony!
….No this can’t be Mr P….
Even I could recognise him no more. I couldn’t help but to excuse myself from the round to take a moment to wipe the tears off my eyes.
“I have to be strong, he’ll be well”. – What consolation.
I had so much trust that something – Magic or Miracle would happen and Mr P would be
well back to life, rejuvenated again.
The next day, Mr P was not on his bed. He was not in the ward. He was not in the land of the living. He passed on.
I saw death – Death in all of his fullness.
Rest in Peace Sir.