I haven’t been to that hospital for some time, I guess I have been focused on handling OPD clients for some time. But then a few days ago a doctor asked me if he and his mom can bring in some groceries for the patients and I asked a volunteer to coordinate the said distribution.
The gate and parking area were not in any way different from how I remembered them to be, the drive to the old building which we used to visit was short and nostalgic. I got to the building and saw piles of woods and construction materials. The building was under renovation. The volunteer, Kuya Nato, approached and escorted me to the temporary building where the patients were.
Shortly, the doctor arrived with his mom, his brother and another friend who happened to be a doctor too.
As we walked up the building I was already anticipating the condition of the patients. As we entered the Ward, I was right.
Some patients needed blood, some needed Meds, some needed diapers, one needed an NGT, but there were two patients who needed family.
Andres is a 31 year old patient who was left alone at the hospital by his family, he is closely taken care of by nurse Ann who told us that he needed diapers and an ointment for his sore back. He was so thin and so weak that it took him great effort to speak and tell us how old he was.
Ced is a 26 year old patient who was disowned by his family, he has been due for discharge for some time but since he had nowhere to go, the hospital has not released him. His eyes spelled sadness. His aura shouted sorrow.
The ward is never a sight for sore eyes, it has never been the kind of place that you would want to go to if you’re easy to fall down on your knees, easy to cry, easy to break.
A couple of hours later, Groceries were given out. Notes (of what was needed) were taken. Diapers, ointments, meds and NGT were purchased.
I was on my way home. As always, part of me was left behind inside the lonely wards of the hospital. As always, part of me was screaming from the thought of relatives who left their patients behind. As always, part of me was wishing that I wanted to do everything possible for everyone.
As always, I did what I could have done and told myself that there will come a day when I can probably help more people.
As always, I had to leave all my emotions outside the gate as I parked and went back to the house.
It was a good day, I witnessed three good people from the positive community muster enough strength to visit the wards and share something for Christmas. I met nurses who genuinely cared for some patients, who knew their stories and I saw their genuine concern for the patients.
It was a good day.
That’s what I always tell myself.
It somehow had to be a good day.