A Better World, a local Red Deer humanitarian group I work with, is supporting rural Bolivia in a number of ways. One of the things they provide is a health fund administered by Marg and Jake Hoogland who live and work deep in the jungle--literally at the end of the road. There are very limited medical facilities within 3 or 4 hours' drive of the farms in their area. Many of the homesteaders have never been to Santa Cruz (the nearest big city), and they would not have the funds or contacts necessary to obtain medical help even if they were able to get there. The rural health fund and Marg and Jake work together to fill these gaps.
Earlier this year, Marg contacted me about a little boy in their community who was not responding to treatments and slowly going down hill. Ten-year-old Jhonny was smart and a real leader in his family and at school. He was all boy: climbing trees, running fast, and coercing his sibling into trying to keep up. Jhonny was such a fixture in the community that when he did not show up at a local function, Marg became concerned. She found him at home, bedridden, dehydrated, and suffering with bad headaches. The family had taken him to the small local clinic again very recently, and there he was given milk of magnesia.
Earlier this year, Marg contacted me about a little boy in their community who was not responding to treatments and slowly going down hill. Ten-year-old Jhonny was smart and a real leader in his family and at school. He was all boy: climbing trees, running fast, and coercing his sibling into trying to keep up. Jhonny was such a fixture in the community that when he did not show up at a local function, Marg became concerned. She found him at home, bedridden, dehydrated, and suffering with bad headaches. The family had taken him to the small local clinic again very recently, and there he was given milk of magnesia.
Jhonny's House
Marg suggested that Jhonny be the first case for the ABW rural health fund. I agreed, and the Hooglands dropped what they were doing and took Jhonny and his mother to the children’s hospital in Santa Cruz. It was to be a six week stay for Jhonny, his mother (8 months pregnant), and Marg. You see, Jhonny had a large brain tumor. Doctors determined that it was operable if there was money to cover the bills. If surgery was not performed soon, there was no question that this tumor would be fatal--probably soon. Marg and I discussed the impact of draining the entire health fund for one little boy instead of helping 20 or 25 people in the community. That these kinds of judgment calls have to be made in a country like Bolivia is the tragic reality. My cousin’s youngest son had an operable brain tumor, but at no point did anyone say, “Should we spend the money or just let him die?”
Marg and Jhonny in the Childrens' Hospital
This was a no brainer for me! Spend the money and give the kid a chance! Jhonny ended up having 6 surgeries in 6 weeks and contracted chickenpox to boot! The total hospital bill was around $5,000. I flew to Bolivia in August to start arrangements to take a group of Olds College students in May 09. On my first day in Bolivia Marg and Jake took me to see Jhonny in the hospital. They were hiring someone to be with Jhonny at night as Marg and Jake were coming with me to help plan the Olds College trip. Jhonny had his bandages off for the first time and was looking thin, but responsive. He was squeezing a tube of toothpaste, and his eyes would flutter open. He responded to touch on his feet, and the doctors were very hopeful about his condition.
Jhonny's mom Erselia and Marg
We left the hospital to get some food and talk about the busy week to come. Marg received a call to return to the hospital. Turns out the Jhonnys heart stopped, and he died. Six operations and chicken pock were just too much for his little body. Death in a tropical country leads to its own set of problems. We returned to the hospital to have the body released. This meant paying the bill in full, and getting the forms to transport Jhonnys body. A coffin would be about 600 B ($95.00 Can) and Jhonnys mother said she just couldn’t afford that, so we would just wrap him in a blanket and put him in the back of the truck…. Not if I can help it, I thought. It turns out there are all night coffin stores near the hospital, so off Jake and I went.After a long terrifying drive in the middle of the night, we lay Jhonny in his coffin on the alter of the local church for a day of service before the burial. Jake and I went to his house to get a little sleep before to burial. 51 hours had past since I had seen a bed, and that one had been in Canada. 51 hours that remolded who I am, and clarified why I try. Jhonnys mother was very upset that we spent all this money, and Jhonny died anyway. She felt badly and was concerned that we wasted all that money. She was devastated by Jhonnys passing, but was worried we would think we wasted the money. Wasted the money??? That somehow she had let the donors down, because Jhonny died???
Carrying Jhonny to the graveyard
I have replayed this over and over in my mind since returning to Canada. This was an operable, benign tumor in the head of a 10 year old boy. How could we not give this boy a chance? If this was your son, would you say, “sorry, too much money” and let him die? No, of course not. This family did not have the money (about 2 years wages for them) and I am not a big believer in throwing cash at problems, but this is the perfect example of where money is all that was needed to give Jhonny a chance because we had Marg and Jake on the ground willing to help.We do not win them all, but that should not deter us from trying. You cannot win if you don’t try. I know we like to read stories about happily ever after, but there is much to be learned from the journey as well. We tried, and I would try again given the same circumstance. The rural Bolivia fund is now empty, and I would like to double it for next year. Please consider supporting this activity, we are very lucky to have Marg and Jake on the ground to administer this fund. I don’t think you could get better bang for your buck anywhere else.I bring Jhonny to class with me every day now. He lives on in my mind, reminding me of how lucky I am to be raising my family in Canada. And he reminds me that even in Canada we have a long way to go. Fifty years from now we will look back at how primitive Canada was, much like I look at how primitive parts of Bolivia are today. The changes will happen because of Education. The student I help shape today will be the innovators and change agents of tomorrow. My students will make a difference in this world, and I am happy to be a small part of that. I hope that Jhonny will be part of the last generation that sees such a large gap between peoples of this earth. For more information on Jhonny or the Hooglands see http://www.hooglandsinbolivia.blogspot.com/
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