As we drove back from that humble village, I felt some sense of fear in my heart. I discovered that as doctors we are different human beings with the full responsibility over other human beings. For the last six hours we had been diagnosing and treating infections in this community and i was humbled by how receptive they were. I had just began my pharmacology and microbiology and though I had not so much knowledge, I had something to offer.
My first drug to prescribe was chlorpheniramine, I was not even sure of the disease but it was something close to acute rhinitis. I was among the youngest in the team but I was surprised at how I was entrusted by the community with their problems. Both young and old came with sincere faith that some miracle will happen and they will be well. Surely, I was carried away. I wish they knew that I knew little. I wish they knew how much it was a struggle remembering those drugs and or their dosages. I am glad that these were the least of their thoughts, all they wanted was their problem solved.
What surprised me again is that some of the people who came to see the medical officers were not even sick, that is if we deviate from the WHO perspective. This group of people just needed a gentle touch and a reassuring voice. Needless to say, there was humanity there in the rough. Question is, Will we be ready to heal just by a gentle touch? Or will we reduce everything to pharmaceutics? Think about it.