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Topic: Doctor/Nurse (11/02/06)
TITLE: The Cleaning Lady
By Suzanne R
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So you've met Tanya! Isn't she just gorgeous?
Tanya? She's a cleaner. Haven't noticed if she's pretty.
I hardly know her. When I mentioned your name, she got real chatty. But it was hard to follow her English.
As her former English teacher, thanks for the compliment.
How's she doing?
Dunno. Works hard. Got in trouble the other day though - was reading a Chinese patient's medical chart.
Well, d'oh. She's a doctor. She was probably helping the patient understand stuff.
She's a cleaner, not a doctor. Gotta go.
I know my friend means no harm. But I'm sad. Tanya is a wonderful woman. Because of the language barrier, it seems that in this new life her value is hidden.
I still remember the day she approached me after class. "Teacher, my family move to Canada. Can you be my friend?"
Yeah - right. Like be a source of free English practice. Indeed, at first it seemed that way - she would call late at night when on night duty in the hospital. "You no home during daytime, but this late, you home for sure," she'd say with no apology. You had to admire her determination.
It paid off. We became friends. I DID enjoy her company. In a mixture of our two languages, we enjoyed long conversations. We even talked of eternity. She declared her intention of 'believing' once they arrived in Canada. Until then, she dared not, lest it adversely affect her position at work. We were the same age, her husband was sweet, and they had the most beautiful little girl, Alicia, who loved to dance and sing. It was for Alicia's sake that the family was emigrating.
"Big step back," Tanya explained. "Our qualifications not recognized. We start from ... itch. Um ... scratch. But for Alicia, sky is boundary. Limit. Sky is limit."
Not long before they left, I had the privilege ... and bad luck ... to experience Tanya's professional dedication. I simply had a fever and cough. Unfortunately, it happened to be during the crazy days of SARS, the potentially fatal illness which was a frightening problem at the time. So it was that on that fateful April day, Tanya escorted me, her 'foreign friend', to the 'SARS building' at the local hospital for an X-ray.
The first X-ray wasn't clear. It seems that foreigners ... some of us in particular ... have more 'adipose tissue' on our chests than local people. Another X-ray followed.
Tanya's face was somber. "You stay here until fever go. You have pneumonia. Maybe SARS, maybe not. Don't worry. I'm here."
And she was. For the sake of the public's health, I was branded a possible SARS case, hooked to three IVs, and locked away in an isolation room which stank of disinfectant and was regularly bathed in purple ultra-violet light. Most hospital staff kept their distance. When they had to enter the room, they wore four layers of protective clothing, even one day bringing in a camera wrapped in an isolation suit! Tanya, however, now that she was officially 'on duty' in the SARS building herself, had to go in and out of infectious wards to advise on cases.
Five days, our ordeal lasted. I was teary. We both were frightened. For each of those five long days, Tanya was either with me in person or on the phone. "Sit down," I'd implore. But no, while in her professional capacity, she would not sit. She stood, shoulders back, head high, professional even in her blue moon-man-like isolation suit.
The day I was officially declared to not have SARS (it was a different type of pneumonia), Tanya's eyes flashed rays of happiness that penetrated even the protective perspex mask. Together, we hurried to freedom.
Such a devoted doctor. Such a faithful friend.
A cleaner who can hardly make herself understood?
(Back in the chat room a week later)
Who? Oh - the foreign cleaner.
Look out for her, will you.
Like get to know her. Offer to do a 'simple English' Bible study with her. Find a Chinese church and take her family there.
It's kind of embarrassing to befriend a cleaning lady.
Tanya is a special person. A dedicated mother. An excellent doctor.
Whatever. She's made in God's image.
You owe me big time.
LOL. You're wrong and you know it.
Gotta run. Got stuff to do.
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