Thursday, July 23, 2015

Voice your opinion

Before you read this, I want to remind you that these are my opinions and views of the contents, based on my experience and my observations, after two years mind you. I’d love to hear about your opinions on the matter, and if you’d like to learn more, do a little research, or better yet- come visit the Philippines.
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A lot about Filipino culture (or any culture really) has to do with the way things are done. Sometimes, in the eyes of a foreigner, or more specifically an American (yes through my eyes), aspects of the Filipino culture aren’t just difficult to adapt to, like Filipino time, but some are hard to accept as a bystander. One instance is currently unfolding, as I type this, in my Municipality. Let me paint you the picture:
   The Asia Pacific Economic Cooperation (APEC) summit is touring the Philippines this year and they’re currently visiting Iloilo, my province. Our town was told that out of all the municipalities, our was chosen to display our economic endeavors to the delegates; a prestigious request. For over a week, the government employees and even some educators have been preparing to ‘show off’ certain industries and developments that we’re proud of. Then yesterday happened. All day, from 8 am to 3 pm, people were waiting for these delegates to arrive and when they weren’t there by afternoon meryenda time, everyone ate the snacks and packed up. Nothing has changed today, yet. I’ve been waiting all morning with fellow employees for these people to arrive, and still we are left twittling our thumbs.

You’re probably thinking ‘how rude!’ or ‘that’s not very professional of them’, and I would most definitely agree. But the thing that you don’t know is that things like this happen ALL THE TIME. I don’t know if the visitors coming are all Filipino or not, but the thing that has jumped out at me every single time this happens is the lack of respect. For me, I’ve been let down numerous times because plans have changed out of no consideration for all the work I had done or my schedule. I honestly don’t know where that aspect of the culture comes from and clearly it would be a very difficult thing to change (which is a silly thing to say in the first place, because I didn’t come here to change a culture, but to embrace the differences) but again that isn’t really my point. The response or reaction to this ‘lack of respect’ is what can change.

   Currently there is no reaction. Well I take that back, there is but its a private one. I have witnessed numerous situations where people are let down, plans change, music blares, traffic jams, etc etc etc. and people will just back sit and chika-chika about it (chika-chika is a filipino term that simple means gossip, but usually involves complaints about political issues or other discrepancies). So in english, they sit and complain to each other about how annoying the music that started at 4 this morning is or that the decision some politician made wasn’t for the greater good. The thing that aggravates (and disappoints) me most is that no one will say anything publicly, an act that could really make a difference, for the sole reason that they’re shy. 

   Now shyness is a very filipino trait, and its often used as an excuse for not doing something that you actually want to or for other behaviors (for example a child not giving me a high-five, or my nurse refusing to take the gift I offered is called shy, or even ashamed, as its sometimes translated). In some cases, there is a reason for saying that you’re shy and not speaking up- the fear of being judged or publicly shamed for disagreeing. Those of you non-filipino readers can see my frustration, because esp as Americans, we grow up learning to speak our minds (or else we’re called shy!) and that has become part of our culture and how people view us. Numerous times I have had to hold my tongue because saying what I was thinking would have been inappropriate.
   In a very opposing situation, Filipinos will however speak their mind even at the discretion of others as long as their own backs are covered. For instances, commenting on your looks-something most of the female volunteers complain about is people always commenting on the way you look, especially your weight (no matter if they say you’re niwang (skinny) or tambok (fat, or healthy- but normally has a negative connotation)). So in this situation, a situation that is completely unproductive, except succeeding at making me feel self-conscious, and accomplishes nothing, there’s no risk in them speaking their mind, and so they do. I guess they play it safe, and have resided to just not speaking up when their voices need to be heard.

   Linking my initial story to the behavior I just pointed out: its almost a guarantee that no one will complain to whoever coordinated the event, not a word will be said where it matters. Surely people will talk amongst themselves about how ridiculous the whole thing has been, but chika-chika isn’t really known for being constructive. I was texting a friend about what’s going on and told her that if anyone does end up showing, I’d really like to give them a piece of my mind- having seen the work that’s been put into this event that went unseen- but again I will probably keep my mouth shut. In the end, it isn’t my place.

The trouble I see is if Filipinos aren’t willing to stand up for themselves and say “that’s not fair”, then they’re going to keep getting stepped on. As Americans, standing up for our rights, voicing our opinions (thank God for the freedom to do so), and saying “that’s not fair”, are things that we pride ourselves on, because its gotten us to where we are today. I’m not implying that no Filipino has never stood up for their country, but a thing like this can always happen more. [I’ve become friends with people who have a burning passion to do good for their planet, their country, their people. But none of those people are in political positions having the authority to make a bigger change. It’s still remarkable, though, to see the small efforts of individual people slowly spread and cause positive change.]

For any Filipino reading this, I want to encourage you to be strong and fearless, exercise your freedom, and stand up for yourself. Not necessarily just as an individual, but also as a country. Be proud of who you are and where you come from. The Philippines is a fantastic place and the best part is it has so much potential! All it needs is for its own people to see that and starting making it into the country it can be, instead of just accepting it as it is. Don’t keep saying bahala na (a saying meaning ‘it is what it is’ or ‘come what may’), because as beautiful as the saying is, it shouldn’t be applied to every situation. 

I could leave today, throw my hands up and say bahala na, or I could tell the people that should have showed up how disappointed I am with their actions, no matter what their excuse, and point out their disrespect. Change always happens in small steps, but enough of them in the right direction usually get you to a better place.

Be the change you want to see in the world.
Its as simple as that.


Thursday, July 9, 2015

"I volunteer as a volunteering volunteer"

I never really thought I had a knack for doing so many different things, but I definitely found a new calling (or a few new alternatives if marine biology doesn't make the cut). It started with this 'see a need, fill a need' philosophy I got from the cartoon movie Robots. Worked pretty successfully for me during the two weeks I helped with the Holy Rosary International Medical Mission in June.



   Coordinated with the Dominican Sisters in Molo, Iloilo that have a school on Guimaras, and the LGUs (Local Government Units) of Nueva Valencia, Guimaras and Culasi, Antique, we had medical professionals come from the States and Canada, and also the Philippines, to help serve the people that live where there is no doctor, or who simply can't afford one. Our expert team consisted of doctors and nurses (both local and foreign), a pharmacist and pharmacy student, dentists and dental students (local and foreign) and a great variety of volunteers.



During our first week, while on Guimaras, I had the pleasure of serving as a pharmacy      <--- technician and assistant vision coordinator (below) (these very official 'titles' we gave ourselves made work more fun), respectively counting and filling pills and distributing reading glasses. We had a sort of 'home base' set up at the school, where we had our first two and half days- when people travelled to us to be seen. The following three days, we had make-shift facilities in classrooms at a school, or under tarps in the basketball court. It was really amazing to see an ordinary place quickly become a temporary dentist's office or pharmacy. We'd be taken aback by the number of patients (100's) sitting around waiting each morning that had magically disappeared after 6 or 7 hours. Fortunately most of the diagnoses were just for pain, dizziness, or cough - we only had a few serious cases.

One day, we travelled out to an offshore island, with all our gear and supplies, on a banka (pump boat- below). The island was small, about 1,000 people living there, and everyone was interested in what was happening, whether they needed a check-up or not!

   The coolest thing was the pace of it all, very American! We'd rise early, have breakfast and head out to set up for the day, then go go go-- seeing patients, pouring pills and double-checking prescriptions (because doctors handwriting wasn't any clearer for the mission) and running every which way to make sure that each and every person was taken care of...  then packing up at the end of one day, and preparing for the next. Even after all that, we would sit together for dinner each night, quickly getting to know each other, swapping stories of laughter about anything that had happened earlier [our favorite 'story' being from the day a pharmacy helper was calling out, not the name of the patient on the form but the name of the drug they needed, finding out their mistake after no one responded to "amoxicillin". This led to even more laughter as we came up with more realistic sounding names from medicines we had. "Ben A. Drill" (Benadryl), "Ly Sinopril" (Lisinopril), "Ate Nelol" (Atenolol), "Aunt Acid" (Antacid), or "Lance O. Prisol" (Lansoprisol)]
   I got to spend extra quality time bunking with the coordinator of the mission, Aileen, and her husband Mike, where constant jokes were evolving from day 1, building a daughter-esque relationship with them, and the others. And with touching so many lives through those two weeks, I also took away really strong friendships that will no doubt last a long time- it was kind of like a miniature Peace Corps (short, intense and to the point, and really intimate).


 

After the first week, some of our team was swapped out for others, as we headed through Iloilo to continue the mission in Antique; an extremely beautiful province where the mountains truly meet the sea, where you can find real Italian pizza (which we had three out of the five nights we were there), and where there was never a shortage of people to serve.



   Here I continued my usual duties doing pharmacy and glasses, or whatever I could to be helpful doing. When the weekend came, the dental students from Iloilo weren't able to come so Friday night I was asked by Dr. Jeffery to assist in the dental area and clean teeth. I've always been up for a new challenge and thought a new title would be nice, so I complied!



The next
morning Kat, one of our nurses, and I,  <--- had a 20 minute briefing on the logistics, and a few  hours later I sat down with my first patient (below). Yes, of course I was nervous the first time, but after about three people things were going well and I was a pro! I spent the next four days doing this, cleaning over 40 people's teeth! It was really rewarding, as most people were receiving the first dental cleaning of their lives :D
 
Although my time volunteering for the medical mission flew by and was only a small part of my service as a Peace Corps Volunteer, I know that it made a huge impact on the thousands (yes, thousands) of people we saw and helped. It'll be a memory and experience I will always cherish. Who knows what doors this, or any other aspect of my time here, will swing open, but I know it was a life-changer, and I'm thankful for every second I spent helping.

And as we left the Province of Antique, heading home back to Iloilo, we got to capture a wonderful shot of a double rainbow, glowing with the beauty of the country.



I'd like to thank Aileen Hayes, for first and foremost organizing the second Holy Rosary International Medical Mission and for letting me be a part of it and to Mike Hayes for all the laughs, salamat-s (and sige-s), and jokes we shared.
To Matt Riley for expertly coordinating the Philippines side of the mission (for 18 months prior) and being my surrogate father during the better half of my time in country- I can't thank you enough. And of course to Inday and Neil (and Corazon) to extending the family welcome, and for all the laughs!




 To Dr. Jeffery, for experiencing a very special marine biology moment and nothing thinking that I was crazy and for explaining why I have dimples :'D, and to him and Dr. Campos for making me appreciate going to the dentist.

To Steve Yoon, Dan Rafael, Steph Burck, Kat Kuyugan, for becoming instant friends and teaching me a lot about the medical field, and to the adventures we'll have when I come visit you all.
To all my Sisters, especially Sister Gemma and Anna! for the hugs, the smiles, and the kindness you've shown us!
To Elecca, Jun, and Joemar for showing a Filipino's devotion to their country and its people.

To Joy and Nikki, for helping out even when you had other things to do.

And to Tyler, Evan, Lauren and Eli, my fellow PCVs for stopping by and helping out anywhere you could, filling the needs!

       Photo credits go out to: Stephen, Sister Anna, Joy, and Aileen!  

For more information about the mission, Holy Rosary and their past missions, check out their website: http://www.hrimm.org/ or facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Holy-Rosary-International-Medical-Missions/281807355212314?fref=ts (don't forget to like!)