After a few minutes around 6 PM, I observed that — It had been 4th bottle of IV fluids, but still he didn’t pass urine. I reported it to the nurse station and duty doctor. They immediately reported to Dr.Kishore, who was in surgery. He sent a nurse from OT(Operation Theatre) with instructions to give him a Lasix injection and Dr. Kishore came around 7 PM and monitored the situation and went away. I and my uncle, who was sitting adjacent to him were worried. I was very tired, as I didn’t sleep for the last two nights. My aunt called me and said she was coming to stay there at night along with me.
Dr Kishore called us both (I and my uncle) to his cabin and said that ‘his condition was not well and was becoming serious, if it didn’t improve in a few hours, we would shift him to the ICU). I got scared by his words and called my brother immediately and asked him to make arrangements to come to the hospital as soon as possible. I and my aunt started talking to my father to please him and try to reduce his suffering.
The nurse called me in between, and asked for ‘High-risk consent’. I trembled in fear and asked her — why do you want me to sign it? She told me that Dr Kishore asked us to get it as he already explained the situation to you. We don’t have any other option other than signing it. My father asked me -Why did you go out? What’s happening? I told him that I asked them for the test reports, and they said that they would give them in an hour.
After an hour, when I was sitting on my father’s bed, the nurse again called me and showed me the reports as well as took my signature on the consent form. My father asked me again — Tell me the truth what’s happening? I told him that the ‘Serum creatine’ level was slightly high, and that’s the reason you weren’t able to pass urine as much as you should. He asked me the level — I told him it was at 2.5 mg/dL. Within no time, he told me that his kidneys had failed.
I and my aunt were standing at his bedside and he tried to get up from his bed but he couldn’t and said in pain, then he told me — “me nana pani ayipoyindi” (in our local language) — that means — your father has lost his energy and hope. I and my aunt tried to calm him down, it was around 1 AM and he was screaming in pain. As I said earlier, I was completely tired as I hardly slept the last 2 nights and I am also having a headache because of sleeplessness. I sat on the other end of his bed and my aunt stood beside his bed, then he started talking in a somewhat odd way with a lesser tone and he asked me to ‘Take him away from the hospital to home’. He repeated this sentence multiple times and I told him tomorrow morning I would speak with Dr.Kishore and take you home but please sleep for this night.
He spoke for a while and asked again to ‘take him back home’ and slowly started to sleep but every half an hour, he used to scream in pain. I and my aunt slept for an hour and woke up and I went to the nurse’s station, to ask them to reconnect the IV fluid.
I went near to my father’s bed and moved his hand and there was no movement and moved his head but there was no movement and called him multiple times but there was no movement and I started crying and even my aunt tried but he wasn’t responding and when we moved his swollen leg, he was slowly screaming with his eyes closed. The nurse immediately checked his glucose levels — it was at 20, which was very low, and she immediately infused 25D and checked his pulse, which was around 50. So, they immediately started shifting him to the ICU. We both trembled in fear. I was literally in shock and became blank for a while. We also rushed along with his bed to the ICU. The stretcher just stepped into the ICU, I heard this huge screaming voice and we were about to step into the ICU but the security outside the ICU stopped us from entering inside.
I was weeping sitting outside the ICU and my aunt condoled with me. We called our uncle and asked him to reach the hospital as soon as they could. We both heard his screaming voice, so we thought that he started speaking, so they would try to get him stabilized. The doctor inside the ICU called me after 20 minutes and said, “his glucose levels and pulse came back to normal. If required, we would put him on a non-invasive ventilator as he can breathe only 90% on his own, and his brain needs enough oxygen to function all the organs in the body well”. So, we need your consent for this. I couldn’t take a call. So, I went outside and spoke with my aunt regarding that, she said we don’t have any other option now. I signed and asked the doctor, can I talk with my father, the doctor said we gave him a very small dose of anesthesia drug, as he was pulling the IV cannula out of irritation.
Intuitively, I sensed and understood that ‘He was no more’. My uncle reached by then and all of us were weeping but praying for his revival but we could sense the worst. After an hour, they called me and my uncle upstairs to the ICU and said there were a lot of fluctuations in his pulse. We need to put him on the ventilator. They also told us that the probability of cancer patients, coming out of ventilators are very low, moreover, patients can even lose their life while placing the ventilator.
As humans, we would try till the last option. So, we agreed and sat there for a while weeping. All the relatives started gathering and my brother was on his way to the hospital he came to the hospital around 3 PM, He was crying and saw him with a ventilator in place. After a couple of minutes, ICU staff called me around 3:55 PM and asked me to come inside and said that he had a stroke and they were trying to resuscitate him. They declared him dead at 4:03 PM.
My father FOUGHT and LOST the BATTLE
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