SO AFTER CHURCH YESTERDAY, a man I couldn’t recognize walked up to me and began to thank and bless me for saving his wife.
At first I was shocked. I could not even remember him, but he didn’t mind.
“God go bless you very well,” he said. “You go marry better wife!”
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Then I asked him who he was. He told me he was the husband of one patient we managed when I was in Renal Unit.
She had a deadly pregnancy-related condition known as PREECLAMPSIA and had a form of kidney problem called acute kidney injury (AKI), which needed urgent dialysis and the money (N35k) wasn’t available.
So after discussing with my chief, Dr Idubor, I paid for the first session with support from my friends. She would then need two more sessions (23k each) which I also paid for, before her kidneys picked up.
Now she’s a lot better,
The one that touched me the most was when I heard that she kept asking her husband about me. “The tall fine doctor that paid for her 3 dialysis sessions”, was her description of me cos she didn’t know my name.
The hubby extended her greetings, but just when I was about to depart, he repeated his opening prayer point:
“Dockay, you go marry better wife!”
E sweet me sha!
😋😋😋
Again, I said “Amen”, but in my mind I added: “She go get big bress sha!”
😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
It really feels good to be nice, and moments such as this remind me why I had always wanted to be in this profession.
Remember:
+++Impossibility is nothing. Just believe+++
© Caséy Amaefule ’20