Life

In a UK hospital, when a young patient dies, it is a huge deal. The general public do not realise how hard hospital staff fight to keep their patients alive. Sometimes, despite our best efforts, the illness claims our patients life. We then have to tell the patients relatives the bad news and they leave, crying. However, for the hospital staff that lose the battle, it is also devastating- a sombre air descends on the whole department as each person inwardly reflects on what happened and how unfair life can seem.

In the Southern Sudan life is cheap. Young patients die on our wards with an uncomfortable regularity and the staff seem detached and apathetic to it all. I am not surprised - after a war spanning three generations, where over 2 million people died and horrific atrocities were committed, hope remains a distant dream.

However, on Saturday, something special happened on our Emergency Ward. I was summoned by the nurses to assess a patient who was obviously very sick and we turned his bed into a high dependency bed. He received monitoring, suction, and oxygen. There were lines and tubes coming out from all parts of his body. I summoned my seniors. For two hours, myself, another SHO, a Consultant and two nurses fought desperately for the life of this 21 year old man. However, despite our best efforts, we were losing the battle.

One by one, his organs were shutting down. His kidneys were the first to go. His digestive system was next- we passed an tube into his stomach and blood was aspirated. Whilst trying to solve these problems, we noted the electrical readout to his heart was changing, a worrying sign that there was inflammation of the heart. His blood pressure then plummeted and his heart slowed. I looked at my Consultant and he shook his head. The family, who had been present throughout this, knew that there was nothing that could be done.

H.E The Minister of Health came on a visit to the ward last week

Our 21 year old patient died at 3.05 pm. I looked around at the nurses faces and in their eyes I beheld something that I had not seen since I started at JTH - they were devastated that a life had been lost. “Well done everybody.” I said. “We all did our very best. There is nothing further that we could have done. He would not have lived even if he was in the UK.”

In our ward, life has become precious.

David