A Second Chance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A loving wife and mother has a broken heart. A miracle donor is found halfway across the world.
With time running out will she be given A Second Chance at life?

A Second Chance

 

By

Sharief Hendricks

 

 

“Mrs Emily Waters.”

“Yes, that's me, nurse.”

"Your test results came back stable you are good for another week. Doctor Neil said to tell you that you are doing well and to remember to take your vitamins. He will see you next week.”

"Thanks, nurse."

“Sorry to ask Mrs Waters, but what is wrong with you?”

“No need to feel sorry sister, I have made peace with it. I have learned to embrace it and to enjoy every week of my life. I have a terminal illness which is at the “end-stage”, you see my heart is on the last few pumps so, it will stop any week now.”

“So, when Doctor Neil said you are good for this week, he meant your heart will still survive for another week?”

"Correct, I have another week to live.”

Emily Waters got up and touched the nurse on the shoulder and smiled, then left the consulting room. The nurse observed the patient as she walked with a grateful smile on her face out of the “The Centre for Organ Transplants” known as “COT”. The nurse hurried into Doctor Neil’s office, something she had never done before but felt compelled out of curiosity.

“Doctor Neil, sorry to disturb you.”

“That's alright Nurse-Shirly, what can I do for you?” Said doctor Neil, removing his spectacles.

“I was wondering about the patient that just left,” said the nurse, as she removed the stethoscope from her neck.

“Mrs Waters, What about her?”

“Well, I was intrigued by the diagnosis you told me to pass on to her, that she was still “good” for a week. I know I’m new here at the Centre, but I never got that before in my thirteen years. She calmly told me that she has a terminal illness of the heart and that it has reached end-stage heart failure.”

“Yes, nurse, she has a rare and severe illness. Her heart is well, for lack of a better term, broken. Her heart is so weak that it only beats at thirty per cent. She is of course, lucky to have lived this long. She was diagnosed with this condition four years ago. Each year her chances of survival get smaller, and now we are down to one week,” said Doctor Neil as he ran his fingers through his newly acquired grey hair strands.

“Doctor Neil, is there nothing else that you can try, what about a heart transplant?” Asked nurse Shirly with a touch of sadness in her question.

“The problem is that Mrs Waters has such a rare blood type, “Rh-null” with a rare form of “Antigen” that is only shared by one per cent of the world's population. Combine that with her “bradycardia” heart-condition then it is nearly impossible to find a suitable donor that will accept her “serotype",” said the Doctor Neil.

Meanwhile

In Hong Kong, a convict matching Mrs Waters’ rare blood type, had sustained a fatal head injury and only had a few hours to live. Donor Consent had been obtained and approved. The organ was on the way.

Back at the COT, there was an unmistakable buzz of excitement moving through the many wards.

“Hello, this is Doctor Neil, from “COT” Centre for Organ Transplants can I please speak to Mrs Emily Waters urgently?”

“Hello Doctor Neil, this is John Waters. Emily is not in right now, can I take a message for her?”

“Mr Waters, I have great news. A miracle happened. We found a heart with the matching rare blood type as Emily. It is already on the way from Hong Kong.”

“Wow, Doctor that truly is great news, I don’t know what to say?”

“Mr Waters, where is Emily right now, we running against the clock?”

“I honestly don’t know Doctor Neil,” said Mr Waters shrugging his shoulders. “You see, Emily got a phone call about three hours ago. She kissed us all goodbye. She was so excited she had the happiest smile on her face, one that we have not seen for such a long time.

Doctor Neil, now that I am thinking about it, she was a bit emotional. She gave me, the kids and the grandparents, the most beautiful little speech before she left. I did not find it odd, but her mother joked and asked, "why the speech" and why the emotional little goodbye when she was only going to the shops? She replied that she just wanted to use this opportunity now that the whole family were together for the first time in over a year. She told us no matter what happens tomorrow we must remember, she was happy. She has enjoyed her life to the fullest. She said that she was thankful for the disease because it has not cut her life short, but it has extended her life. It helped her to do more things than most people will ever do, who will live much longer than her.

She also told us that because of her disease, she appreciated and enjoyed life and family much more than Emily would have if she were healthy. She mentioned that she did achieve much more things that fulfilled her spirit and calmed her soul. She went to India, something she always wanted to do. The Taj Mahal brought her to shed tears of joy. We went bungee jumping from the Burj Khalifa in Dubai and completed the world’s highest and most dangerous Bungee jump, the Guinness Book of World Records only agreed to our attempt because we could prove that she didn’t have long to live. It was off course against your instruction doctor.  Emily just felt that if her heart gives in, from the adrenalin of the jump, she would be happy. I supported her. After her original diagnosis, I noticed how the fear that was in her eyes during those early years, had disappeared. She was free.

Finally, my wife decided instead to donate her entire life policy, not to me, or the family but a Critical Illness Orphanage. She wishes to remain anonymous. She has given a small donation to twice a year only, but when she is gone, she will be able to make a real difference in the lives of those sick and desperate children with her death. They will benefit from her entire life insurance policy of five million.”

“Mr Waters, thank you so much for sharing that information with me, that is so touching. Most people in your wife's shoes will be looking for ways to live longer and not risk letting their death come sooner. They mostly only think of themselves in those times, but your wife lived her life to the fullest. She gave to those in real need. Mr Waters, I need to locate Mrs Waters, so, we can prepare her for the transplant surgery, we have limited time.”

“Doctor, let me call her quickly, please stay on the line as I conference call her.”

He scrolled through his contacts on his smart device and tapped “Brave Love”.

“Hello, honey.” He said excitedly.

“Hello daddy, its, not mommy, it's me, Edith,” said his eldest daughter.

“Where is your mother sweetie?”

“She gave me her cellphone to keep for her and told me to answer if you called.”

“Where are you and mommy and why can’t she come to the phone?”

"Daddy, we are at the “COT”. Mommy got the news about the transplant.”

“Oh, thank goodness.”

"I'm so sorry daddy, Mommie made me promise."

“That’s ok sweetie, listen carefully, Doctor Neil is on the line right now.”

“Hi Edith, it’s Doctor Neil speaking.”

“Hello, Doctor.”

“Edith, I am at the hospital, and I wanted to contact your mother personally to give her the good news and to tell her what she needs to do next, like what she should pack and which documents we are going to need. I need to speak to your mother Edith, wherein the hospital, is she?” Doctor Neil was getting impatient.

“She just finished the Neuro Exam with the Clinical Specialist. My mother is currently with nurses preparing for her surgery Doctor."

“Neuro Exam!” Said the doctor confusingly.

“Surgery? What is going on in this hospital?!”

"But I am the transplant physician. Why was I not notified she is ready for her operation? The donor’s organ has not even arrived as yet, what is going on? Don't move Edith. I am on my way from the 5th floor, which floor are you on?”

“The 10th floor Doctor.”

“The 10th floor! That’s not right!” Said Doctor Neil with real concern in his voice.

He hanged up the call slamming the handset onto the base. He rushed out of his office, nearly knocking nurse Shirly over as she gave way just in time. He stormed out of the elevator as his lab coat flapped behind him like a superhero.  He sprinted down the corridor screaming at staff and patients to get out of his way. Doctor Neil arrived on the 10th-floor surgery wing just in time to see Mrs Emily Waters on a gurney pushed into the theatre.

“Wait, hold on! What is going on here?” He heaved, trying to catch his breath.

“Who are you and why are you taking her into theatre?” Doctor Neil stepped in front of the theatre door.

“I am her doctor. I am to perform the transplant of the donor's organ!" Said the doctor as he held onto the gurney blocking the orderly from pushing it into the theatre.

A voice came from behind the panicked Doctor Neil as he wiped away the sweat from his forehead as his newly greyed hair shimmered as little droplets pierced out of his scalp. The voice called out to the doctor once again, but he didn’t break his tunnel vision focus which was to prevent his patient from being wheeled off to whatever sinister plot was happening at the “COT”. The Centre for Organ Transplants was too well run for this to be a mistake. Doctor Neil now convinced something macabre was at work on the 10th floor, so he ignored the voice behind him. Then he realised he was outnumbered by the three orderlies and the two nurses if that is even what they are. Doctor Neil decided to act seeing his unconscious patient. He became enraged when he saw her his patient's head had been shaved bald.

“Security! Security!” Shouted the Doctor Neil while frantically looking around.

The voice from inside the theatre came out of the shadows, into the light. Walked to the front of the gurney, and faced the frantic and confused doctor.

“Doctor Neil, please calm down, what is the matter, why are you trying to stop this procedure?” The enquiry came from an elderly gentleman wearing full surgery scrubs and a face mask.

He recognised the man’s eyes and had seen him around "COT", but he couldn’t think clearly enough to place the man in the surgeon’s scrubs.

“I am Doctor Mohammad, the Head Neurosurgeon, you know me. We were in Med school together.” Said the surgeon as he gestured with his latex-gloved hands for Doctor Neil to calm down.

“Yes, Doctor Mohammad, please, I don’t know what is happening here.” Doctor Neil recognised his colleague and started to come back to his senses as his heart rate started to slow down, and his breathing returned to normal.

“Everything is fine Doctor Neil and exactly the way it should be, we going to take good care of Mrs Waters, this is what she wants.”

“But err, Mrs Waters is scheduled for transplant surgery, the organ is on the way, and she needs to be on the 5th floor at the Cardiac Surgery Theatre not here at the Neurosurgery Theatre.” He realised he had to be clear and speak slower to prevent the situation from getting out of control as there were now three security guards behind him.

“There has been a big mistake, this patient is scheduled, for critical end-stage heart transplant surgery, and her organ is on the way!”

“Calm down Doctor Neil, Mrs Waters is at the right place, and yes the organ donor had arrived," said Doctor Mohammad calmly and reassuringly.

“She is the donor, not the recipient. Mrs Waters placed all her organs on the donor database two years ago.”

“Sixteen hours earlier, a female prisoner believed to be innocent who, was granted a new trial suffered a fatal head injury. Mrs Waters, who has perfect "serotype” signed her donor consent form and agreed.”

“Agreed, to what, Doctor Mohammad?”

“To donate her brain to the world’s first-ever human brain transplant."

 

 

 

The End

 

 


Submitted: May 31, 2020

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JoeCool

Wow, what a shame for Mrs Walters

Thu, June 4th, 2020 9:37am

Criss Sole

I was not expecting that!
Mrs Waters had such good intentions. Hopefully the organs could be used by someone.
At least she lived her life to the fullest.
Great story!

Thu, August 27th, 2020 9:01am

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Thanx sooooo much for reading my story and the awesome comment Criss !

Yes , she was a selfless person...who was content and felt someone else can benefit more from what she had...

Thanx again Criss

Thu, August 27th, 2020 2:22am

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