My patient had been seen by a doctor who called me to review the patient with him. As I entered the emergency unit, it was the pacing up and down of the mother that first caught my attention. She had tears in her eyes. Her eyes were sore red. She was praying furiously for mercy. I was touched by her agony. I kept wondering what could be the issue that could make a mother be in this excruciating agony. I later learnt our hospital was the third hospital they were referred to today. Huge money had been spent by the poor woman. Emotion and physical strength exhausted. She looked tired. The other doctor called my attention, sir that was the mother, this was the patient. I looked at the patient. He looked like a 13 years old child but lo and behold he was actually 32 years old. No marriage. No work. He actually graduated as a business administration student from one of the polytechnics for the past 5 years. No work. He had been living with his mother. His eyes were deeply yellow. He was a little bit disoriented but could still answer my questions. He was writhing in excruciating pain. He was a sickler. He had had many crises since birth but this seemed to be the worst of his life according to him. The doctor that called me had done the right things. He had ordered for some tests including the blood level which was okay for his status and the doctor had started strong pain killer. I further discovered there were infections and I added some drugs and ordered he should be put on oxygen. After the initial stabilization, I now took my time to hear the detailed history and did further examination of the patient. One thing struck me most in the interview the mother granted and my patient corroborated. I interviewed the mother also to take much stress off the disoriented patent. The mother said he once stabbed her at home when he was in one of his pain crises. I turned to him, was that true? He said yes doctor I stabbed my mother because he gave me a lifetime pain. I wanted to make her feel what she subjected me to every day of my life. I looked back at the mother, I saw tears rolled down her cheeks. She said doctor I am 60 years old now what did I know about genotype when I got married. It was because of his constant sickness the father divorced me. I had been the only one battling with this his sickness since. I had forgiven him though. I was moved to tears but I controlled my eyes. Who will hear it that a whole doctor was crying before patient? After attending to them and things looked stable. I invited other specialists in sickle cell anemia (hematologists) to have a third review. They seemed to agree largely with what we were doing so I left the other doctor to keep watch over him and left to continue preparing for some exams I had before me. As I was about to leave the emergency unit, he called me back and said doctor, I am tired of this pain. I want to rest. This would be the second time I would be fighting back my tears today, I vowed I would not shed tears before my patient. I am a doctor. I encouraged him to keep fighting as he had. He was a warrior for 32 years and he was still here. He had not only fought pains in the last 32 years, he had fought infections, discrimination, joblessness, no relationship and many more for the past 32 years. Not now would you give up I told him holding his hands like the warrior he had been. He looked at me keenly and said doctor i am tired,i want to rest. Something in me told he was truly tired but the rest he was talking about scared me. You and I knew what he meant by rest. I had vowed I would not cry. I left after he looked calm a little.