By His Wounds You Were Healed
Adrian Louie Z. Atonducan | 2015 Issue 1
Since my novitiate year in Missionhurst-CICM, I had already set my eyes on Haiti. There is something about this Caribbean island that enticed me to do my mission here. Knowing that this country has the current distinction of being the poorest country in the Americas, and one of the poorest in the world, I prepared myself for the difficulties that I might encounter along the way. But, as the journey continues, there are always surprises in store for me—far more than I could ever have imagined.
Before being assigned to a parish where other CICM confreres are working, I was given the opportunity to live with a Haitian family. It was part of my internship experience, living with them in order to learn the socio-economic and religious context of the Haitian people. I was then sent to Oriani: a mountainous village some three hours southeast of Haiti's capital, Port-au-Prince. It was there that both my feet and my faith were first tested in the Haitian soil.
I arrived in Oriani in March of last year. The members of the Regis family welcomed me in their humble abode. Mr. Bruno Regis was my “foster father” during my entire stay. Being in a farming village, I learned how to till the arid soil and plant vegetables in the garden. This is where I started to discover the sufferings of the people, and the wounds that they carry along with them. These wounds are evident in their economic, physical, and spiritual plight.
Economically, they are at the mercy of land and the rain. The farmland has no proper irrigation systems. People have to rely on the seasonal rains for their seeds to germinate and produce crops. Although the seeds had already been sown, and the garden plots prepared, the “floodgates of heaven” did not open during my stay. To make matters worse, there are many children of the village who do not to go to school, opting to work in the garden instead. This is their only way to help bring food to the table. They find work more valuable than their education. They earn as little as 20 Gourdes (equal to less than 50 cents in US$) per day, working under the searing heat of the sun.
In terms of their health conditions, I became aware of the medical needs of the people by visiting one of the village’s clinics. The clinic is maintained by Sr. Mary Ann de la Cruz, a Filipina Saint Paul de Chartes sister. As a general practitioner, her expertise in the field of medicine has helped the people of Oriani for almost a decade now. Since there are only two clinics functioning in the area, many patients from the village and from other neighboring villages brave the scorching heat and rocky roads to come here for consultation. Some people living in far flung areas are known to trek an astounding six hours in order to get to the clinic and back to their homes in the same day. The clinic has the most patients on Mondays and Thursdays, since these are the market days of the village. After selling their produce, the vendors can then afford the nominal fee for consultations or medicines. Patients come to the clinic for a variety of reasons. Some want to see the doctor for a regular check-up, like the pregnant women in the area, while others need immediate medical attention because of injuries—burns and hatchet or other tool injuries being commonplace. Additionally, regular health issues include high blood pressure, diabetes, and gastro-intestinal problems.
In my desire to be of service, I acted as Sr. Mary Ann’s assistant on market days. I was the initial contact with the patients, asking them about their health problems and recording pertinent information for Sr. Mary Ann to diagnose and treat them. I also performed blood pressure and temperature readings. Sometimes I would help to explain medicines and the proper dosage to the patients. There are times when I would check an infant’s heart rate, and I would recall God’s words in the book of the prophet Jeremiah: “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” (Jer. 1:5). That reflection made me feel that each child born is still a sign of hope for this country.
During other occasions working for the clinic, we did home visitations to attend to bedridden patients. We checked on their vital signs and gave medication when needed. During those visits, Sr. Mary Ann and I would pray with them. In doing so, we hoped to also fill their spiritual wellness and hunger for our Lord Jesus Christ. Hearing that they improved or became well was enough recompense for the job and all the walking that we did.