2 yrs ago, I first climbed the steep slopes of Brgy Lemonda with my Pastor. It was a thrilling adventure, full of excitement and fun. now, 2 yrs later, with constant pounding of rain and relentless mining in the area, the road going to Lemonda instantly became a nightmare. full of crevices and steep cliffs with sharp-edged stones everywhere, going to Lemonda requires deeper kind of love and courage. it doesnt stop us, especially when we reached the Center. Eighteen Families were waiting for us! Eighteen! and some of them were already there as early as 6am. some even walked for atleast 4 hrs just to get there. I cant imagine myself, with that kind of terrain, walking for 4 hrs! and here they are, smiling and waving, anticipating for our return. I cant help but smile, and reach out to them, soaked in mud and sweat from the previous journey.
children were too small for their age and too thin, cough and colds were the first I noticed, coughs as old as 2 months. no medicines, no medical check up for the past 6 months. I reached out for the medicines we bought and started handing out medicines to the parents. checked their blood pressure and any signs of medical risks and threats.
at the end of the day, there still so much work that is needed to be done. with limited supplies I cant help but resigned to the fact that for now, that's all we can give. I promised to myself, I must muster my strength to be strong for these people and gather as much help I can get and delivered to them the promised services.
more medicines were needed, health teachings to be taught, services to be given. they need us.
I am John Murphy E. Talibong, RN, nurse without borders.
Iligan City, known as the industrial city of the south, is home to over 300,000 Iliganons. More than half of it still lives under poverty, that even the basics of their health needs is beyond their capabilities. Many children dies out of hunger, diarrhea and dehydration, all preventable illnesses. These unreached people groups are left behind while the rest of us enjoys the bounty of the land. I want to live, not only to exist. I want to make a difference to this people.
Working as a nurse under the auspices of “Brit Olam” an Isreali Organization, and the Helping Hands Medical Fellowship in the district of Kiboga, Uganda, Africa. The work involved Health Education to high schools, teaching a “village health team" course to Ugandan community workers, working in the local district hospital and in rural outreach clinics.
The conditions under which we worked were quite harsh (most of the time no electriciy or running water), but looking around us at the local population whose lives were far harsher than ours, we took strength from them and recieved as much or more than we gave.I am sure that I am a different and better person because of this experience and it permeates in my work until today. Eudice Yudelevich
I worked as Volunteer Doctor in Sierra Leone last 2010-2011 under the VSO. I worked as Medical Officer in the Hospital, I do consultation, assist in surgical operation and do daily rounds to the hospital.
The hospital has 1 local doctor when I arrived, thus my presence help the hospital deal with more patients. Eventhough the area has limited electric supply (generator), no water system, no grocery store - the local residents help me to my daily chore. They assist me looking for my food, water and sometimes entertainment area.
The local doctor was focused on administrative and surgical works when I arrived thus I was left to do the consultation and daily rounds. The work was so challenging but very fulfilling. Every day you can see from the people smiles and actions how happy they are - when a doctor give attention to their needs. Local residents said, its there first time to see a doctor working 24 hours in the hospital or always avilable upon a single call from hospital employee. Sierra Leone has 126 doctors that time for 6 Million people, thus health system in the rural system was very poor. A local doctor was to exhausted to work overtime thus a volunteer personnel was great help also for them to unload there work. I was also assigned in Obstetrics area and seeing a Sierra Leonan born every day healthy was my daily vitamins to pursue my worked. Seeing my patients discharged healthy and resume a normal life is emotionally uplifting. A daily routine in the hospital was never been dull but very exciting and enjoyable. Eventhough my stay was short, but the experience I had is a life time to cherished.
I Muthiah Sivanesan, male had been working as a field protection and relief assistant in United nations organizations at Sri lanka from 2000 - 2010. Immigrate to Canada as a skilled worker in Feb 2010. Presently I am working as a Recreation Program Assistant at St. Paul's L' Amoreaux Community Service and Houseing for seniors. I am working on developing recreation activities for seniors from different communities bythe way promoting healthy living and independent life for them. I organize and operate different regular recration programs like exercise, dance, art & culture, music, edugation and games for them also arrange outings / Trips and special events like entertainment & celebration. I am really enjoying and feel happy while working with them and much intrested to share my experience. Thanks
More hospitals or health center should to be open to provide good and excellent health care to the poor. Free drugs provisions to the needy and expansion in humanitarian services in areas of poverty striking homes.
I have worked at the health care department for several years and has provide good health care services to kids, adult and the destitute.
Sometimes in 2011, one Mohammed the brother of Muazu Ibrahim Yaro, 22 year old student was abandoned by state government, after been shot in the neck, during a clash that sparked off between the Muslims and Mobile policemen on October 13,2011 in Lafia, Nasarawa.
Mohammed came crying to me in my office that his younger brother Muazu was abandoned in National Hospital, Abuja by the governor of Nassarawa state, Alhaji Umaru Tanko Al-makura, who promised to take care of his medical bills in the hospital.
When the governor failed to show up after several months, which rendered Muazu paralyzed from the waist region down to his legs, brother of the victim, Mohammed Yaro, quickly rushed to me to help write a story on behalf of the family, because they have finished all they in the hospital and nobody was willing to assist them.
Mohammed explained that the dream of the 22 year old student, who had just finished his Secondary school and had also gotten at admission at the Federal College of Education (FCE), Akwanga is almost shattered, because his condition presently is so bad, as he is now paralyzed from the waist down to the legs.
He told me that the boy can’t even move his body again, because he is now paralyzed from his waist region down to his legs, infact he urinates and excretes on the bed without him knowing, due to his condition and we always turn him every two hours for him to be comfortable “.
I visited Muazu on his hospital bed and he also narrated that on Friday, October 13, 2011, there was a clash between the Muslims and the mobile policemen, along the Makurdi road, Moshalasi mosque ,during a Friday Jumat prayers, the Muslims obstructed the road ,causing a serious traffic jam and while the policemen ordered them to stay away from the road, a fight issued between them and the police men started shooting.
He further explained to me that he was far away from the scene of the incident at the Oceanic bank to withdraw money from the Automated Teller Machine (ATM), a stray bullet hit him in the neck and before he knew he woke up at the Tallatu Specialist Hospital.
In his words “I was later transferred to the National hospital Abuja, since then the governor who we learnt came to the scene of the incident had promised that he will treat those of us who were affected in the crisis ,but since then he has not come , neither has he sent any of his aides to me. I am really in pains and I need help”, he said.
The mother of the victim Mrs. Asia Yaro said she has not rested since her son has been admitted and that they have spent a lot of money, she called on the state government to help them, so that her son can regain his health and go back to school.
She explained that since my husband died many years ago, I have been the one who stands has their father and their mother, with only God on my side, she said weeping
I took my time and contacted the Information and Communication unit of the National hospital, Abuja concerning Muazu’s case, an official of the hospital who pleaded anonymity said the case is beyond them and that it is a special case which concerns the police and so they can’t say anything about it.
I went ahead and wrote the story on Muazu and one week later the government saw my publication and summoned that the boy be flown to India for medical treatment.
Right now as I write this story to you, Muazu is presently receiving treatment in India.
I am a registered volunteer in my country for the organization named Family Guidance Association of Ethiopia (FGAE). The organization is known by providing health service throughout the country. I am volunteering for its program area at Nazreth city. I have served for more than three years in participating to increase community awareness about RH services, prevention of mothet to child transmission of HIV by promoting the imprtance of status checking for pregnant women. We did it by moving door to door. I have also worked with health extension workers who are responsible of increasing health services in the lower government administration, kebele-ketena-tabia. These actors have the opportunity of getting every women in a kebele. Hence, I can proudly say that I have played greate role in increasing awareness of our community regarding health.
Les femmes victime de fistules obstetricale exclues socialement et marginaliseé ont besoin de sountien morale pschosocial et de soin a cet effert j'apporte mon aide a ces femmes au sein d une association denome fondation Rama au Burkina Faso en collaboration avec des partenaires et et les decideurs je me bats afin qu elles puissent avoiren les soins necessaire pour entrer dans leur integrité feminine et leur reinsertion sociale.
I've been in the medical practice for several years now having a private clinic. Every day I met different kinds of patients; young and old, belonging to high and low economic statuses, but mostly from the class B and C. I'm a bit conservative in my management because, in my country, there is a high percentage of people in the poverty level who cannot afford to see a doctor, more so, buy medicines. As much as possible I try to manage them in an outpatient basis to save on cost of treatment. But there are always times when very poor patients come who really need medical immediate medical attention. In these occasions I cannot bear to see them suffer that oftentimes the consultation fee and the medicines became free, and sometimes I go to the point of buying food and giving them fare to because most of them came from very remote areas that when they arrive in the clinic they don't even have food and fare left to go back home. That's why whenever there is an invitation for a medical mission,or a lecture on health I always accept. The feeling of euphoria after having helped and made the lives of the needy better can't be repaid by any amount of money. It is my hope that my colleagues will have the same compassion to volunteer and help in whatever ways they have to improve the lives of the underprivileged though better health and productivity.