Subject: Re: He ain't heavy, he's my brother! |
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Date Posted: 19:51:17 03/06/11 Sun
Author Host/IP: NoHost/175.144.165.139 In reply to:
CM Puah
's message, "Re: He ain't heavy, he's my brother!" on 15:28:01 02/14/11 Mon
Hi Phuah Chum Mok
My apologies for this late appreciation for your words of sympathy.
Since the tragic event, I have been caught up in a whirl-wind of unfinished work as I was away from the office for many days, well, as they say, 'the show must go on' and we have to move on!
Best regards!
HSS
>>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 …”.
>
>Sad to hear of his passing.
>Currently there is no drug nor vaccine against this
>dreadful disease. It afflicts some 1 billion people
>worldwide-largely within the tropical belt. By and
>large it hardly affects the white population. Hence
>there is no interest from the large drug companies to
>find a drug to cure or a vaccine to prevent the
>disease. Whats more with the majority of tropical
>countries having medical expenditure of less than
>US$30 per head per year does'nt help. Smaller drug
>companies tend to focus on developing generic drugs to
>survive. I was involved in finding small chemical
>compounds to stop the dengue virus from replicating.
>We managed to use computer simulation to design the
>lead compound with the rest chemically synthetised. We
>filed a patent on them. Still waiting for drug
>companies to show an interest.
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