This week sees me in the office only for a few hours. I decided to drive across the city yesterday to meet with supportive friends for lunch. All three of us are fully vaccinated.
Along the way in the suburbs there were still people parked at strategic barriers erected to prevent free movement into the suburbs. Some of the residents still stood guard. There was less traffic on the highway and very much less traffic in the suburbs.
Our lunch, the sharing of a simple meal, was punctuated with intense discussions about the ethics of what has happened to our country, and about the wisdom of the courts. Although we are close friends and understand each other, there were differing opinions. We are also generally a positive group, which is why we are friends. Somehow there was not the same energy of positivity amongst us this time.
Later in the afternoon after we had eaten and spoken, I drove to the nearby La Lucia Mall to see if I could get some grocery shopping done. The shops where I stay had been closed all of last week and I thought the upmarket area might have better stock.
The parking area was empty and there were no queues to get into Woolworths. Everyone, shoppers and workers, were subdued. I spoke to a lady shopping. We were in the meat and poultry aisle.
“Isn’t it just crazy?” I said to start the conversation.
She paused. I was still in my scrubs. She looked at me. “Hectic. I am Muslim and there is no chicken. The meat is not Halaal.”
“Get some frozen fish? I am not sure if there is any?”
“Have you just come from work?
“Yes, I closed the office. It is so quiet.” There are other reasons, like I am overstressed and have withdrawn to have time to myslef, but I chose not to tell her that.
“OK, be safe”. I echoed the greeting and moved on. I got most of what I wanted except garlic to ward off evil spirits and chicken.
On the way out I stopped talk to the manager. I asked about stock and staff, and he was positive. He stood in front of the empty in-house coffee shop.
Happy to have enough groceries for me and others that I could share with, I pushed my trolley out into the dusk of Durban winter.
“Doctor, doctor” I heard a voice calling out. No one should know me around here as I haven’t lived in the area for five years. I turned. A young man was running toward me. He was small, and wearing a worker’s overalls with reflective safety strips.
I stopped pushing my trolley and faced him.
“I just want to thank you for what you do for people. I am so happy you studied so hard to do what you do. God bless you.”
I had tears in my eyes. I really did not know him. Yet I felt an instant connection.
He rolled up his left sleeve and pointed to a scar on the funny bone of his elbow. “I have had a debridement” he said and pointed to his elbow. “I have met doctors like you.”
Lucky Ndlovu had no idea I was an orthopaedic surgeon. Thirty years ago I would have treated young men like him for injuries with debridement, a French term for removing damaged tissue. I debride aggressively now, and then hand over big skin defects for my plastic surgeon to close.
Our country needs a debridement, I thought to myself.
Lucky was truly grateful. I was moved. I took his number. We chatted a bit. When things are better I will go back to the La Lucia Mall and have a meal with him and talk. He inspired me more than he knows.
He alone, with his open gratitude, has given me hope to carry on.
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Thank you sir basil.the world is a warm place with your kind.
Thank you lucky for being so gracious and kind.
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Thanks Lida we are blessed to be in our profession.
People like Lucky make all the sacrifices and hard work worthwhile. Thank for sharing your experiences Basil.
Yes Al…how many debridements did we do in training? Take care and be safe in Paraguay.
Grace upon both you Doctor Basil and Lucky for your act of kindness and inspiring words
Please carry on we need more good people in this day and life time
Thank you Sbusiso – Lucky is just as important!
Blessings to you Dr BS
Thank you Londiwe
Basil, I have read this blog about Lucky several times and have cried each time ( as I am doing now!)
I have cried for you, who writes so passionately about the nurses and staff who work for the hospital; for the Gogo who was turned away from the hospital when she went to say goodbye to the relative who passed away because of Covid restrictions in place preventing the taking leave of a loved one.; for those medical staff members who have lost their lives assisting patients in the pandemic!
And now this special man, Lucky, who recognises and celebrates the sacrifices you have made in order to assist people heal their broken bones, who approaches you when you are feeling without hope!
With our world, upside down as it is, there are the Luckys in the world that put us back on track!
Each one of your blogs stirs emotions that are deeply moving! They remind me not to give up, that there are extraordinary people in all our communities.
Thank you Margie… the riots on top of dealing with Covid has left many of us burnt out. I am taking a month off and going to Greece to connect to my roots there. Be safe and thank you for reading!