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Some Patients Don't Even Say Goodbye Anymore, And My Arms Still Hurt

30th December, 2017, 2.45am: the most tragic thing of the year happened to me... "Emergency!", followed by multiple erratic ban...

30th December, 2017, 2.45am: the most tragic thing of the year happened to me...

"Emergency!", followed by multiple erratic bangs on my door, and then the shaken voice got lost into the other side of the hospital.

My feet barely touching the ground, I dashed to the ward, where a 16 year old boy was said to have began gasping and getting restless. His pulses were fading like the old year. His eyes were bulging as if they meant to jump out of their sockets.

All that I could find helpful were three nurses and an oxygen cylinder. But we'll fight this higher force with all our might.  Stethoscopes besieged his chest, lights were flashed into his eyes,  portable monitors found their way onto his sides and each beeped one reading or the other. The numbers were scary, but not as fierce as what is imminent.

But we'll fight this with all our might. With a rush of adrenaline.  With silent prayers. 

We humped on his chest, kicking his heart, gushing air into his lungs and sending drugs into his veins. A nurse held a bag of infusion over him, squeezing with the determination of a true life saver. She held her breath the whole time, as if reserving it for when the oxygen cylinder runs out.

Like any successful venture requires you to divide the labour to create an efficient  enterprise, each person by their skill had something to offer; targeted at giving this boy his life back.

But here on this bed, Death too has its vans all lined up on standby with engines running. It looks strong and unrelenting; death itself is a well oiled machine.

We're born, we live, we die. But sometimes it's not necessarily in that order. For this ill-fated teen under my chest compressions, he's only been repeating a cycle of "live, die, die, live, die" in the past 10 minutes.

"Keep fighting, Arhin! Don't leave!", I begged.

Death has this rude pounce it exerts on victims. We never see it coming, until it is right in our faces. And  here we are hosting an unannounced visitor at 3:00am.  But which sane guest shows up in the wee hours of the night? Death is really insane!

Although Death's approach to claiming this life will be met with reproach by the mother of this boy, we can't fight anymore. He circles in the drain and is suddenly as dead as a doornail. This is the part where we hand over the steering wheel to the Lord.


This is the part where Nurse Kate finds a seat to rest her fatigued self, her eyes looking like rain clouds shedding no tears. This is the part where Eric rips the gloves off his hands,  gazes into the cold, silent darkness through the window as if wanting to posit many questions to God. This is the part where Mavis pulls a bed sheet over Arhin’s face. 

We did not lose a patient. We lost a fight. Death has called attention to itself, and it has got it.

The rest of the night was brash and destructive for me. I kept rehearsing unsuccessfully how to break the news to the mother when she arrives with warm water, new clothes, food, new year plans and hugs for his son. She would be disappointed in me and God and life itself.

The boy laid still and cold. He was done and looked peaceful. As I wrote in his papers that something mightier had taken hold of him, I knew that my good friend would enter through this side of the world weaker and come out through the other stronger.

A lot more than sixteen years would have been deserving but we're just mortals and we don't own the steering wheel.

We tried, Arhin. We tried. You know we did. Rest in peace, knowing that my arms are still hurting! Your chest must be hurting too.



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  1. Very touching and sad Patrick ...

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    1. I actually did cry last night when i was writing

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    2. God knows best bro
      Don't let dis weigh you down still have trust in him
      U rili did Ur best continue it lyk that

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  2. And he always puts the narrative so well. You fought hard Fynn

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  3. And he always puts the narrative so well. You fought hard Fynn

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    1. Thanks Brother! We can only keep getting better by day

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  4. This is as heartbreaking as it is well crafted. RIP, Arhin!

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  5. So sad. I'm so touched

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    1. Please do share. Let's get more people to be sad 😊

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    2. Please do share. Let's get more people to be sad 😊

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  6. Indeed you tried. God bless you. Wish all will try like you and your team did.

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  7. Hm, saddening!This got me rethinking about life in general. Thanks for sharing

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  8. Death defined. I get it now... The engine of death is always running and ready to take off. The passengers join and it takes off... Life can't trace its steps because both are not friends nor enemies

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    1. That's some impressive work of poetry there, Afriyie

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  9. Sometimes our best doesn't bear the desired results. Nonetheless, knowing you couldn't have done more gives the reassurance to keep going

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    1. Sometimes your best shot is to let go

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  10. God bless you Patrick....More grace!!

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  11. NUTAKOR SELASSI HILLARY15 January 2018 at 17:37

    A charge to keep you have!
    Well care delivered till death
    Kudos my bro.

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  12. "But we'll fight this higher force with all our might". This is real service to mankind. My mom also passed on three years ago without saying good bye like you put it, but at least it is encouraging when those in the health care profession put in their best and their very best into saving lives. Not those who act carelessly on their jobs. Keep the good job up Patrick.

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  13. Hmmmmm
    How sad ��.As I was reading this piece,I kept pondering on life and I just wished you had a last paragraph that would say it was all a dream.RIP ARHIN,you died a fighter

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  14. We know that death will come knocking even when we expect it, when we dint. And no matter the reason we all feel the hurt and the pain from ut. I look forward to the day when death lose its sting.

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  15. It’s hard to take over especially when it get hold of it by the horn, sorry to have lost such an innocent and humble soul but God knows best.

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  16. hmmmm..... so touchy,God bless you Patrick.
    Arhin R.I.P

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  17. Very sad... we should live for God when we are on this earth before death comes knocking us down. May the boy rest in peace

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  18. Fynn...u know u ave a score to settle with me..

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  19. Nice one Patrick. This article reminds me of the time I died in 2012. I saw the invisible face of death but luckily for me, I had a slippery skin and slipped from the firm hands of death. I gave death that middle finger.

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  20. God take the wheel least death devour us.
    A good write and a great read.

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