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We are Helpless
#WritcoStoryPrompt12
The old woman was near death. I could hear her try to draw in painful gasps of breath. I felt helpless as a doctor in this remote part of the world. Was there nothing I could do?
I kept contemplating rigorously, attempting to devise a secured path of helping this wretched lady abscond death by any means. After all her life was in my hands. Once more, I scrutinized her prescriptions. Yes, it said, in italics- Mesothelioma. Malignant by nature, it had apparently infected larger cellular portions of her lungs causing difficulty in breathing.
"Air, Air, my nose...ah...my chest..it pains so hard!" The woman bellowed frustrated, wriggling in sheer agony.
Her blood pressure dropped steadily down, her veins protruding themselves forcibly out of the wrinkled skin, the sight was aghast.
Every passing moment reminded me of how unproductive I was being in taking care of my patient but there was no opportunity to resolve this, considering how meagre the chances were for availng medical facilities in Aleppo. The syrian village with very few inhabitants and one tumbled down local hospital was a flourishing hub for human casualities with consistent shambolism catering to political conflict and frequent communal violence.
This woman, surpassing eight decades of her life, had direct exposure to poisonous particulate matter, 3 years ago, being the primal victim of a factory explosion of whose workers were later alleged with suspicions of chlorine bombs and since then lack of proper treatment...
The old woman was near death. I could hear her try to draw in painful gasps of breath. I felt helpless as a doctor in this remote part of the world. Was there nothing I could do?
I kept contemplating rigorously, attempting to devise a secured path of helping this wretched lady abscond death by any means. After all her life was in my hands. Once more, I scrutinized her prescriptions. Yes, it said, in italics- Mesothelioma. Malignant by nature, it had apparently infected larger cellular portions of her lungs causing difficulty in breathing.
"Air, Air, my nose...ah...my chest..it pains so hard!" The woman bellowed frustrated, wriggling in sheer agony.
Her blood pressure dropped steadily down, her veins protruding themselves forcibly out of the wrinkled skin, the sight was aghast.
Every passing moment reminded me of how unproductive I was being in taking care of my patient but there was no opportunity to resolve this, considering how meagre the chances were for availng medical facilities in Aleppo. The syrian village with very few inhabitants and one tumbled down local hospital was a flourishing hub for human casualities with consistent shambolism catering to political conflict and frequent communal violence.
This woman, surpassing eight decades of her life, had direct exposure to poisonous particulate matter, 3 years ago, being the primal victim of a factory explosion of whose workers were later alleged with suspicions of chlorine bombs and since then lack of proper treatment...
