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| Photo and caption "Hospital sold by the govt???": John Vink, 25 Feb. 2014 |
Basic
healthcare here is so poor for the very poor. It's so difficult to
maneuver the impenetrable terrain of life and death, and so hard to
imagine the cost, the stresses and the loneliness of being ill, of being
on the brink of death, chronically lingering to hang onto life,
thinking that you may die anytime soon. When I am sick, this is what's
going through my mind, let alone, those who had no access
to medical care at all. I would close my eyes, feeling as if I had died
fully conscious of my own breathing, slowly counting the clock,
watching in fear that I would one day stop breathing in my sleep. I
tried calling healthcare providers here but no one answers to my
questions and concerns. I have to show up at the doorsteps of these
clinics and hospitals so they can take my money for consultation. Is
there any merciful people left in the world? Are we only driven by
money? Have we hollowed out our hearts for the luxuries we desire for
ourselves? Is compassion in Cambodia dead? Why are Khmers Buddhists?
Such cruelty and inhumanity had shown us fear and distrust, division and
separation. Such loneliness and despair for having a life and for
having been born at all. The ill is left, at the end, to their own
device. This government rodents and thieves. When these people get sick,
I wonder what they are thinking. What madness to give me such curse of
sorrow within the lot of man.
- Chath pier Sath, poet / artist
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