NEWSLETTER
3
Hello
again everyone, or as they say here “su-sa-day”,
As promised, another update on the happenings over here in
Cambodia
. We are well and truly into
the monsoon season now which means it is hot, humid and usually rains at
least once a day. Actually,
the weather hasn’t changed much at all since I arrived.
The coolest time of the year is December, but I think it still
averages at least 30 most days – just with less rain.
(Note:
This newsletter seems to have become very long again - sorry.
So as not to bore you I've included a second page again but it
contains mainly photos and brief descriptions of other things that, with
your help, I’ve been up to. Newsletter 3 Page 2)
So…… just what have I been up to.
Well, first of all to the story I alluded to in the previous
newsletter regarding Andy. As
I mentioned, Andy is a medical student from
Alaska
and he is spending a month in
Cambodia
volunteering at a hospital that does reconstructive and rehabilitative
surgery for poor people. Andy
is staying at the same guest house as I am and I was telling him all about
the village and he expressed a desire to visit it.
A
couple of days later I was back at the village and I met a little girl
called Lee-a who had been burnt by boiling water as a small child.
As a result she has burns on her head, forehead and upper face as
well as on her right arm. 
Unfortunately, no medical treatment was ever sought for her and as
a result she can’t straighten out her arm or three of her fingers.
The remaining two fingers she can straighten, but not fully.
As soon as I met her I thought “this is the exact thing Andy was
telling me about”. Needless
to say I was quite excited when Andy arrived and I introduced him to Lee-a
and her mother. Sure enough he
said they were perfect candidates to come to
Phnom Penh
and have surgery on Lee-a’s arm if they wished.
How coincidental! Well,
if you know me, you know what I think – its no coincidence at
all………….
Andy
told Lee-a’s mother about the hospital and how it was free and asked if
they would like to come. She
was very excited but pointed out that they had no money.
(
Phnom Penh
is about 400 (?) km’s away from their village.)
Thanks to your generous support I had no hesitation in assuring
them that they would not need any money as I would take them to
Phnom Penh
and look after them the whole time they were there.
So it was agreed that after the funeral I would return to
Phnom Penh
with Lee-a and her father, Boo-an (her mother was too frightened of the
idea of a big city to go). It
was the first time they had ever traveled further than 20 km’s from
their village.
On
Sunday morning I traveled out to the village with Sovan and his cousin to
collect Lee-a and her father so that we could catch the twelve o’clock
bus to
Phnom Penh
. We were greeted warmly by
the villagers once again and one man shimmied up a tree and knocked down
some coconuts so that we could drink fresh coconut milk.
I was also presented with two freshly harvested pumpkins!
(I left them with Sovan and his cousin.)
Once
on the bus Lee-a promptly fell asleep but her father stared out of the
window the whole way. I made
sure that Sovan explained to them that once we arrived
in Phnom Penh
things would be very hectic and not to panic but to just stick with me.
You see, when the bus pulls in it is immediately “attacked” by
dozens of aggressive moto and tuk tuk drivers all fighting for a fare.
Fortunately, my guest house is within walking distance so we
didn’t have to fend them off too hard, but for the uninitiated it is
quite a frightening experience. Its
even worse going in the opposite direction, from
Phnom Penh
to Siem Reap, as this is where all the temples are and the drivers are all
hoping to get a tourist who will then hire them for three days to drive
around the temple. As it’s
the quiet season for tourism at the moment its “every man for
himself”. It’s got so bad
at the Siem Reap bus station that they now have a policeman wielding a big
stick to try and keep the moto and tuk tuk drivers behind a line.
Some foolhardy drivers still try to approach the bus door and in
doing so get beaten back by the policeman.
It really is an amazing scene and hard to describe it in words.
Once
we reached the guest house I took Boo-an and Lee-a to their room and had
to show them how to lock the door, turn the lights on and off, show them
how everything in the bathroom worked and then finally showed them the
television. I made sure I got
them a room with a TV as I thought they would get a kick out of it (which
they did). Its hard to imagine
in this day and age having to show someone how to use a key and light
switches, but the villagers live very simple lives and don’t have doors
on their homes, let alone locks, and have no access to electricity.
I hoped that they didn’t get too claustrophobic being enclosed in
their room as they are used to living in much more open spaces.
First
thing the next morning (Monday) we headed off to the hospital.
They had a consultation that morning and were told the surgery
could be done the very next day. The
hospital is funded by an American charity and supplies meals (most unusual
here) for the patient and one family member.
All medical costs are free and one family member gets to stay at
the hospital with the patient. The
operation went well. They
grafted skin from Lee-a’s thigh and she had a total of 200 stitches in
her hand and arm. Lee-a’s
father was understandably anxious waiting while Lee-a was in surgery.
I tried to explain to him via Mr B, my driver, (and special friend
of Angela ;-) ) what was happening and that she would be very upset when
she came out of recovery. The
poor little thing, she was so distressed when she did come out that it
even bought a tear to my eye. I
really felt for her father, it was very upsetting for him.
Poor
little Lee-a, I don’t think she likes Andy and I much anymore.
Its hard to explain to a child that in order to make her better she
will have to feel worse for a little while.
Unfortunately, there isn’t much that can be done about he
scarring on her face and head but luckily a lot of it is covered by her
hair.
Thanks
to your help I’ve been giving Boo-an money each day and have also bought
them everything they need in the hospital, such as blankets, pillows,
towels, soap, crockery, etc. Even
though the hospital provides food, they don’t provide crockery and
eating utensils! I’ve also
bought extra clothes for both of them.
Boo-an had thrown on what I know would have been his best pants and
shirt to come to
Phnom Penh
. The problem is that he
would’ve only had one set of best clothes and hence, he came with no
change of clothes. And, of
course, I’ve bought some “comforting supplies” otherwise known as
stuffed toys, books, etc for Lee-a. Today
I asked Boo-an if there was anything else I could get for them and he
asked me for a phone! I was a
bit taken aback, but then I realized he wanted a toy phone for Lee-a, the
type that plays music when you press the buttons – such simple requests.
I assured him I would go straight out and look for one (which I
did).
The
doctors say that as long as the skin grafts take then they can leave the
hospital on Sunday. Even then
I’d like to keep them in
Phnom Penh
for a while longer. I’d hate
them to go back to the village and have complications.
Each day I phone through progress reports to Sovan to relay to the
family. Thank you once again
for your financial support, that enables me to help people like Lee-a
without stressing out about costs.
To go to page two and view more photos
please click here: Newsletter 3 Page 2
Until
next time, take care and love to you all,
Deborah
