Shattered glass

A dark cloud hung over the whole workplace today. A young cardiothoracic surgeon beloved by everyone was tragically involved in an accident 200m from the hospital we worked in. The news trickled in bit by bit.

...... "He's in the emergency department."

Must have been a small accident, we all thought.

....."He's in the red zone."

Oh, Was it that serious?

..... "He's been intubated and he went into cardiac arrest."

We all work in medicine. We all knew it did not sound great. But nobody wanted to say it. We held our breath for a little longer, and we prayed. That everything will be okay.

And as we continued to try and run the hospital as usual, we finally heard the news that everyone was dreading.

....."He did not make it."
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It felt so surreal. I had just been texting him a couple of days ago. And now he was gone.

He had just been teasing me about working in Africa (when he knew full well i had been employed in Europe). And now he was gone.

I remember telling him how I'd been out of clinical work for almost 3 years, and that i was only starting to get used it again. He looked at me and said "You've been out that long and you're still this good? Amazing".
I don't know how truly good i am but those kind words at that time was a boost to my fledgling confidence.

So yes, I grief.
And my heart breaks.

For he was truly a good man.
A dedicated surgeon.
A doting father.
A loving husband.

May Allah accept all his good deeds and grant him the highest ranks in Jannah. And may his family and loved ones have infinite strength and patience to get through this tough times.

انا لله وانا اليه راجعون

"Indeed to Allah we belong, and to Him we shall return. "