Already the Camdeboo Hospice in
the small town has 92 registered orphans, all cared for by extended family, and
they estimate that 120 people die every month in district, mostly  Aids-related.
 
According to the District
Health Barometer (DHB) less than 40% of pregnant women attending antenatal
clinics in the Cacadu district under which Graaff-Reinet falls were tested for
HIV. One out of five who were tested were HIV positive.
 
Those few patients who have the
money travel to Port Elizabeth, almost three hours away by road, to get ARVs.
 
Its been two years now
that people have been promised anti-retrovirals, but nothing has happened,
sighs Sister Gwen Clifford, a nurse at Camdeboo Hospice in Graaff-Reinet.
 
A building has been renovated
behind the Midland Hospital and staff appointed. Prospective patients have also
undergone rigorous assessment, however the drugs have not yet arrived.
 
The patients dont believe
us anymore when we tell them the drugs are coming, says Clifford.
 
John (not his real name), hangs
off the side of his hospital bed, his short dreadlocks almost touching the
ground. Huge sores on his body, make lying flat extremely painful, but he is too
weak to sit or stand. The stench in the bare, solitary room is overwhelming.
 
In his early twenties, the
young man from Umasizakhe, was infected while working as a sex worker from the
family shebeen. Clifford and her colleague, Sister Jeanette Hartney, shake their
heads as they walk away from his room. It wont be long, they confirm.
 
In the womens general ward,
a group of gogos, heads bowed have surrounded the bed of a young
HIV-positive woman. The womans sunken, confused eyes move quickly between the
old womens faces before she slowly closes her eyes, too exhausted to try and
make sense of the confusing and noisy throng around her bed.
 
She is quite literally skin and
bone a nightdress with big red flowers hangs like a sack on her thin frame
which makes a slight bump under the white sheet.
 
I would rather that you take
her now, wails a woman, who later introduces herself as the young patients
mother.
 
Patients in the surrounding
beds nod in agreement as the urgency in the womans voice increases. God, I
am tired, she continues in a loud voice. My other two daughters are
already lying in the Santa graveyard and Master I now ask you to also take this
daughter. I fear nobody, I know God is the victor. Amen.
 
Clifford hugs the elderly woman
who sobs in her arms then leans over the young woman in the bed and clutches her
hands. Dont be scared, we are all here with you she tries to soothe the
patient.
 
Clifford and Hartney agree that
the social problems are the biggest drivers of the HIV epidemic and other
diseases such as tuberculosis.
 
At hospice you give
unconditional love, but you can tell someone that you are not behaving well,
says Clifford, explaining that alcohol abuse is the biggest challenge facing
their patients, many who are HIV positive and have TB.
 
This is a (social) grant
town and you can forget about getting any sense out of people on the day they
receive their pay, she sighs, referring to the fact that many patients use
their grant money to buy alcohol rather than food.
Hartney, who has been working
as a nurse in the area all her life, nods her head. The sad part is the
alcohol, but we also need to understand that they are ill and know they are
going to die. So sometimes they feel that the alcohol helps them to forget.
 
Clifford and Hartney believe
the HIV epidemic is also driven by the high unemployment rate in the town. Many
farmers have cut down on labourers opting to employ no more than three men to
work the sprawling sheep farms.
 
Young people either travel to
Cape Town in search of a better life, only to return disillusioned and often HIV
infected. Others remain and become sex workers, mainly servicing the truckers
who overnight in the town underway to Gauteng or the Garden Route.
 
Many parents send their
children to Cape Town with stars in their eyes only to see them returning very
ill and dying, says Clifford.
 
Rain has turned the dirt roads
into mud and Clifford races through the streets of Umasizakhe trying to find a
patient who is undergoing screening to start anti-retroviral treatment. Clifford
has agreed to be his treatment buddy, but the man has still not returned from an
outing to George and she is worried that he will be pushed to the back of the
queue if he fails to pitch for his appointment at the HIV clinic.
 
On her way back to town
Clifford is flagged down by a smiling young woman. Ah sista, I have been
missing you, she says with a wide smile, leaning through the open bakkie
window to hug Clifford.
 
Clifford dispenses ointment
from the back of the bakkie, before hugging the woman and driving off with a
wave.
 
She is HIV positive and
lives with her boyfriend who is very demanding and she has to run errands for
him all the time. One day it was 40 deg C and he sent her to the shop. When she
got home she discovered her baby, who had been tied to her back, had died. It
was really tough on all of us, Clifford says shaking her head.
 
Clifford and Hartney serve 182
patients in five towns Nieu Bethesda, Jansenville, Aberdeen, Kliplaats and
Graaff-Reinet. Of these, 144 are HIV-positive and 35 have cancer.
 
Their jobs involves a lot of
traveling and although they are officially hospice workers, the two nurses and
their team of community workers, fulfill the roles of social worker, friend,
foster parent, nurse, pharmacist, counselor, bereavement worker and educator.
 
John Harman, Methodist minister
and chairperson of the Camdeboo hospice board, was part of the team which
started the operation nine years ago not really knowing what they were letting
themselves in for.
 
We just knew there was a
massive need in our community and that something needed to be done, he
smiles.
 
The hospices biggest
challenge is raising enough funds to meet the growing need within the
impoverished communities.
 
In the meantime, Clifford and
Hartney bounce across rocky roads to reach the homes where the need is
desperate.
 
Says Hartney: Here you form a bond with your patients and many have nobody.
They rely on you and your visit is often the only thing they cling to.