Devotees Experience - By Beuria, Bhubaneswar

[Guest guest]

DEVOTEE'S EXPERIENCE

 

On Vijaya Dashami Day in October 2001, I was to undergo surgery on medical

advice in Re-union Island, which is a Prefect of France and is a small island

(near Mauritius) in the Indian Ocean. The chief surgeon, cardiologist and

anesthetist advised administration of " fraxiparine " for a week prior to the

surgery. This was to be continued for a fortnight after the operation to prevent

the onset of phlebitis or a pulmonary embolism in the post operation period.

 

I was admitted to Saint Clotilde Clinic a day prior to the surgery. The medical

staff visited my room and scrutinized my medical reports and advised me to be

prepared for the surgery the next morning, which was Vijaya Dashami Day. In

response to my query regarding the administration of " fraxiparine " I was told it

would be given by the medical staff at the appropriate time. Early in the

morning of the following day, a staff member of the hospital came and prepared

me for the surgery and I was taken to the operation theatre where the designated

surgeon along with other medical staff successfully conducted the operation.

After 3 hours I was brought back to room No. 338 where my wife had placed a

photograph of Baba on the side table of the hospital bed. The next 24 hours were

painful and I was on a drip without any food. Despite administration of pain

killers, I suffered that night and did not get proper sleep.

 

The next morning, at about 10.00 a.m. the Chief Surgeon came to monitor my

progress. After examining me he was satisfied with my progress and the healing

process. He recommended that I could take only half cup of tea during the day

and very light dinner in the evening. After wishing me a speedy recovery he left

the room to attend to other patients in the adjoining room. I requested my wife

to check with the surgeon if I could drink water as I was very thirsty -and had

a strong urge to quench my thirst from time to time. My wife went to the other

room to consult the surgeon. The corridor was crowded and the cleaning personnel

and nursing staff had already started their daily routine job of cleaning,

distributing medicines etc.

 

In this hustle bustle, a man of medium height, square face, bespectacled, with a

necklace of beads with sharp features and small beard entered my room. He was

wearing the hospital uniform and gave the impression that he was a doctor at the

hospital. He pronounced my name and came straight to my bed and announced time

for " fraxiparine. " He administered it with perfect efficiency at the appropriate

place at the bottom of the abdomen as was normally done by the trained staff.

Unlike earlier occasions, the injection was painless and did not even leave any

mark on the body. " Fraxiparine " was injected after two days. And the gentleman

left the room abruptly with a smile. My wife then entered the room and enquired

about the purpose of the doctor’s visit. I explained to her that he came to

inject " fraxiparine " . I was relieved to learn that the surgeon had permitted me

to drink small quantities of water for a day or two. We talked about the

children and future plans while the medical staff visited the room for various

purposes. They were curious about the photograph of Baba in the room.

 

In the afternoon at about 4.00 p.m. the nurse on duty came to check my progress

and informed me that in the evening a staff member would come to inject

" fraxiparine " essential for post operation treatment. I was surprised and

informed her about the visit of a male doctor in the morning who administered

" fraxiparine " and questioned the need for another in the same day. Intrigued,

she checked her record and stressed that it did not indicate any such injection.

Besides, there was no male nurse on the staff of the hospital and added that no

one was authorized to do this without the approval of the control room as also

ensuring that it was mentioned in the medical record of the patient. Both my

wife and I insisted that a doctor had visited and injected " fraxiparine. " I

described the colour of the pack of the injection, which the doctor took out of

his uniform pocket before injecting it at the appropriate place. This created

panic and the Nurse was genuinely worried. I advised her to contact the surgeon

and inform the hospital authorities. Her report of the incident was received

with disbelief. An emergency meeting was called and preliminary enquiries

revealed that no staff member was authorized to inject " fraxiparine " that

morning.

 

On my advice the police were informed as this was around the time of the Anthrax

menace in the USA. The police came and took a statement from me and drew

computer images for identification of the culprit. The hospital authorities

conducted an internal enquiry. The Prefect or the head of the government on the

island handed over the investigation of the case to the police and judiciary.

The border was sealed, all the exit points were guarded and security

arrangements were strengthened, with special arrangements in the hospital and at

airports to monitor the movement of people. Authorities in Paris were contacted

and their assistance was solicited for the investigation. My blood samples were

sent to Paris for examination. The local security agencies worked on several

theories - namely it was job of an outsider, possible terrorist act, personal

enmity or work of a person of unsound mind.

 

All the investigations were inconclusive and led nowhere. No one from the

hospital staff admitted that they administered the injection on that day. No one

on the staff resembled the person who administered the injection. In the parade

for identification on the basis of computer images, I could not identify the

person. Terrorism was ruled out since I was admitted to the hospital with

anonymity and discretion. Even my presence in the island was unknown to

important authorities. That it was a work of a person of unsound mind was also

doubtful since the injection was administered at the appropriate place with

perfect professional efficiency. The results of several biological tests also

did not reveal anything unusual. Everything was normal. For six months

authorities in the island and in France investigated the case but they remained

clueless and had to close the case as they were not successful in identifying

the person involved in the incident.

 

I returned to Madagascar, a nearby country, where I was posted on a diplomatic

assignment. Life continued normally. No one could give a satisfactory answer as

to why " fraxiparine " was not administered on the day prior to the operation and

on the day of operation. One month after the incident we told our relations in

Myanmar about it. They consulted our revered family guru who after meditation

disclosed that a saint who has blessings for the family had saved me from

calamity that would have resulted from the negligence by staff during my

illness. He further added that I was fortunate to have a Darshan of the great

saint and attributed this to my good Karma in the past. It was then that the

mystery was solved and we realized the kindness of Baba who guarded me all

through the medical crisis. I remember the smile on his face at the time of his

visit and the photograph that we placed in the hospital room.

 

A.Beuria, Bhubaneswar

 

http://www.heritageofshirdisai.org/newsletter/Vol22.htm