Ann, PT

It is almost time to head home from Haiti. We are staying only a week this time due to the constraints of limited vacation time to use and a son accompanying me who has a summer job. Last night we went to visit a patient that I met on my first visit to Haiti.

Anese lost her L leg below the knee after the earthquake. She was 6 and a half months pregnant at the time. After teaching her to walk with her prosthesis she told me she was going to name her baby “Ann”. When she had a son, I got a phone call asking me what to name him. I told her to name him “something that means grace” since that is what Ann means and she chose Isaac. I have been able to keep track of Anese & Isaac through my Haitian friend Billy who looks in on them for me and has helped to make arrangements for me so that I could pay for some of the cost of Isaac’s preschool.

I hired a driver to take my son Jesse, Billy and I to Anese’s home. For a couple of years after the earthquake she was living in the tent that we managed to find for her once she left the hospital after her amputation. We drove up some very steep and rutted roads past wandering goats, pigs, and chickens, people walking carrying loads on their heads, make shift “stores” by the side of the road, and many curious Haitian’s wondering about the car carrying a couple of white people into their neighborhood.

After being bounced around in the back seat for what seemed like a very long time after getting lost twice, the car finally stopped. We got out near a large red solid metal gate. On the other side of the gate we found a very simple structure made of plywood. We knocked on the door and I was immediately engulfed by a very big hug from Anese. She was smiling from ear to ear.

Her home had been upgraded from a tent by one of the many non-profit aid agencies still present in Haiti. It was the size of a large living room in the US. There is a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. There are no kitchen or bathroom facilities. Anese lives here with her son, Isaac, and her mother. She told me that her husband had left her. I asked if she was working and if not how she spent her days. Since Anese does not have any education and has a very visible disability, I was not surprised to learn that she was not able to find work. She said that she spends most of her days sitting. Isaac looks to be very healthy, and they both seem to be eating well. I am assuming this is due to one of the feeding programs run by an NGO or nongovernmental organization.

Anese showed me all of Isaac’s school pictures, report cards, and completed worksheets. We gave Isaac a very bouncy ball that we had brought for him and I gave Anese a little bit of money. I’m not sure how she is managing to pay for his school. I did notice that his report card said that he had missed many days of school. She told me through Billy that when she was not able to pay for his tuition he was sent home.

I was really happy to be able to see Anese and Isaac again, to see that they are both healthy, to know that she has managed to survive despite all of the challenges. I’m glad that she is no longer living in a tattered tent. I was also sad. Sad that she has to struggle, that she is unable to find work, that Isaac gets sent home from school.

I know that she has not done anything to deserve such a hard life. I can’t help but wonder why my life is so different from hers? What did I do to get so lucky? I don’t have any answers. I can’t fix all that I see here that needs fixing. I can only do the little bit that I can by sharing my professional skills in Haiti, by helping my children to understand that they too are very lucky, by helping to pay for some of the cost of Isaac’s school and by being a friend to Anese and Isaac as best I can from the US.