the other side of the curtain

We put up a curtain in the middle of D Ward today. Split it into two sections. One for the patients, all four of them. Tani and Gafar and Josee and a little boy having his crossed eyes straightened. On their side of the ward it was crayons and bubbles and brightly coloured paper cut into strips so we could each make a rainbow zebra.

On the other side of the curtain the lights were low as a group of nine women sat in a huddle of chairs and stools. They were silent, eyes fixed on the floor, the translator working with them failing in his feeble attempts to bring conversation to their side of the ward.

The only thing connecting the two groups was the smell. It seeped around the flimsy curtain, reaching its fingers into every corner. Stale urine creeps sharp into your nostrils, impossible to ignore. Today, it was everywhere in the hospital. Ladies in beds in A and B Wards, recovering from surgery. More in the Pilot's Entrance, waiting on plastic chairs for their turn to be called. And in C Ward, curtains set up to make little rooms where woman after woman was examined and then sent back to wait. All up and down the corridor they waited.

My little group in D Ward was quiet as the time wore on. Once I had settled my kids on the other side with their latest craft (something to do with styrofoam plates and cardstock feathers), I pulled back the curtain to see them all still sitting, silent.

I asked them through the translator if we could sing, expecting the usual brightening of faces and lifting of voices. Instead, one woman, clad in bright blue and green that belied her downcast face, spoke for them all.

We cannot sing until we know the result of our exams.

I don't know yet either whether or not they'll get surgery. There are two weeks left until the VVF surgeons leave, and there were so many women there today. And because I didn't know either, I did the only thing I could do.

I sang for them.

After what seemed like forever, with my poor wavering voice shouting out words in a language I don't speak, the lady in blue and green joined in, lifting her eyes to meet mine for the first time. One by one, they added their voices, until they were teaching me new songs and we were laughing and finally I couldn't smell the urine anymore.

Sometimes things are good, no matter which side of the curtain you're on.

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In other, completely unrelated news, we're all going to be on TV! Very soon! Wednesday, in fact! If you're in the Eastern time zone in Canada, the Mighty Ships episode featuring Mercy Ships will be airing at eight PM on Discovery Channel Canada. Program your VCRs kids, because none of us have seen it yet and I wouldn't mind hearing if it's any good.

(Granny and Jenn's mom, I'm talking to you.)