Navigating grief and loss in our sickle cell community
When someone dies due to complications of sickle cell, our community mourns
There is something that some people do that bothers me when I tell them for the first time that I have sickle cell disease. I’ll introduce sickle cell disease into the conversation, and they’ll respond by telling me that they knew someone who died from the disease. They usually don’t state it very eloquently. Why do people do that? What response do they expect from me? Have they considered what it might mean to me?
I think people forget that as sickle cell patients, we live with the constant burden of possible premature death hanging over our heads.
One of the most common symptoms of the disease is a sickle cell pain crisis. When this happens, blood stops flowing to specific parts of the body, which can have grave consequences and be life-threatening. Surviving such a crisis isn’t always a given, and unfortunately, many have succumbed to this aspect of the illness.
Tragedy in a tight community
I know of six sickle cell patients who have died in the past year in London alone, including someone in my patient support group. While the cause of death has been different for each patient, it was related to sickle cell disease in each case.
I’m not sure I have the words to fully articulate how I feel when a sickle cell patient dies. I think people underestimate the connection we sickle patients have with one another, even when we are strangers by every other metric. My feelings are multilayered, and my emotions are difficult to navigate.
The first layer involves processing the loss. Someone was here just a moment ago and now is gone. That is a monumental thing to process, and it takes time. Thinking about all of the lives that have been affected and that will never be the same again as a result of such a loss is heartbreaking. A child is left without a parent, or a parent is without a child. Someone else lost a sibling or a friend. These are pivotal life changes.
The next layer involves grappling with the reality that we live with the same condition that cut someone else’s life short. What does that mean for us? Often, it means unparalleled fear. This is especially true when someone has died because of inadequate healthcare, as was the case in the 2019 death of 21-year-old Evan Nathan Smith, who died at a hospital in London. I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I ended up in a similar situation. Thoughts like this are constantly on my mind.
Then there is a layer that involves fighting one’s own selfishness. Someone has just lost their life and I’m here worrying about what it means for me. On one hand, I understand why, but on the other, I can’t help but feel like I’m being selfish by thinking about my own self-preservation at a time when others are struggling with loss.
Finally, when I’ve processed all of this, I become more determined than ever to dedicate my life to ensuring that the lives of people with sickle cell disease are valued. I will continue to fight to make sure we patients have the best care possible.
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Comments
Melissa Daria Joshua Yakubu
Thank you Mary for sharing your story. I have lost two children to sickle cell disease. It is a long journey navigating through loss and grief. As a parent I had/ have feelings of guilt, blame, sadness and emptiness. My only consolation is that one day I will see my boys again. Yes, sometimes I feel I am selfish for wishing them to be here with me, I always think there could be a cure and they would be cured but I advocate for all patients of sickle cell, to live their full life. I always say that you can live your full potential and be a blessing to others. Sickle cell disease is not a death sentence..
Carlos
You are very strong, never forget that, I was diagnosed with HBSS at birth, 2 weeks old to be exact, they told my mom I wouldn’t live past 5 years old and I am Turning 46 in May, I had a best friend who passed who had hbsc, I always the was the strongest person I knew, he hardly ever got sick while I was in and out of the hospital, I wish hospital would want to cure us instead of just wanting money, but sadly that’s the world we live in, anyway stay strong, if you ever come to nyc it would be a pleasure to meet you