Hospital Journal.

June, 2021.

Let's call my patient, Mr Sasha.
Sasha is a 67-year-old man from Eastern Europe.
He presented to the hospital with seizures.
After a series of extensive medical diagnoses and laboratory tests, a lobotomy procedure was approved.

I scrubbed in on his surgery. I watched as the senior resident, surgeon and a team of dedicated medical staff all participated in the surgery. It was extensive I must say and quite draining, but it was meticulously done. In a few hours, the procedure was over.
I followed up on his recovery in the outpatient’s wing and we are all hoping for a great life after he has fully recovered.

His daughter, let's call her Melia.

Melia I guess is 30. A dedicated, loving daughter who has stood by her Pa's bed since his surgery. Day in day night. I found their bond particularly sobering and equally interesting especially because several patients have relatives who never made visits to the ward. From surgery to recovery not once.
Also, to dispel the long-held opinion that only women stand by sick spouses or relatives, that perhaps, is an African thing. Matter of fact, I see more men than women. But that's beside the point.

In Sasha’s most vulnerable moments, he had Melia by his side and that-- nothing beats it. As I write, Melia is hurdled up by her Pa’s feet

I wrote this piece in honour of the very first patient whose cranial surgery I witnessed and I wish him an awesome, healthy and abundant life!