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Subject: Re: He ain't heavy, he's my brother!


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Date Posted: 00:02:18 02/08/11 Tue
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In reply to: klang wizard 's message, "Re: He ain't heavy, he's my brother!" on 07:53:19 02/07/11 Mon

That Fateful Sunday Morning

Since the tragic event of Sunday 6.15 am, there has been an outpouring of condolence messages sent to me by SMS or in person, and all, or almost all, ending with an inquiry as to whether there is anything they could do.
How I wish there was something we could do for my brother. Alas, there is nothing useful we can do.
The vicious dengue virus attacked his liver, a failing liver led to cerebral oedema, i.e., accumulation and inflammation in the brain, he developed pneumonia, breathing depended on a ventilator, then the kidney packed up. Dialysis could not be started, his blood pressure was too low and had to be boosted up first.
The doctors said that hooking him to the dialysis machine 24/7 would cost another RM3K++ per day and with nary ado we said go ahead.
The doctors pumped in platelets and the donors kept on turning up supplying more blood.
Then in the early hours of Sunday morning came the chilling news, the words akin to stab of cold steel in the heart,
“Your brother, his heart … straight line now, but we are trying to resuscitate him, please wait outside.’’

We waited outside, my sister was weeping, her sobbing subdued but her frail frame rocking, as I held her.

Then the ICU door opened and the doctor came out to meet us … and his face said it all …

His words were the words we were so afraid of and hoped never to hear,

‘’I am sorry …”.

Now I don’t grieve for myself, I don’t grieve for my brother , he is at peace now, and he has done more than his share of God’s work, but I grieve for my mother.

She is 87, frail, vulnerable, and she had been dealt with one of the hardest blows in life, to see her son lying lifeless before her eyes and she said to him, “Why could you not wait a year or two so I could have gone before you …”.

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