Abdul Ghafoor holds a picture of his late wife Shameem who died of hepatitis C
Abdul Ghafoor is the portrait of a defeated man. His uncombed hair and dishevelled clothes give away his grief, even from a distance. Sitting on a dark red carpet under a bright yellow canopy covering part of an open, dusty street on an April day this year, he looks stricken. Shameem Akhtar, his wife of more than 20 years, passed away two days ago. She was only 44.
Ghafoor does not remember when exactly Shameem was diagnosed with hepatitis C or when the disease began damaging her liver. “She started falling sick around four years ago. She often had headaches and stomachaches and threw up routinely,” he says. “We tried every remedy at home and also took her to a number of doctors but her condition never improved.”
These “doctors” are all quacks, operating in his village as well as in a commercial area at a bus stop two kilometres away.
When her health deteriorated further, Ghafoor took Shameem to the district headquarters hospital in Vehari city, about 20 kilometres from his village, 155-WB Thengi. “Doctors there screened her blood and told us that her liver was not functioning properly,” he says.
The treatment, even at this public sector hospital, was too costly for this farmer of limited means to afford, so he sought official financial help. At his request, the hospital administration started putting together a file to ascertain whether Shameem qualified to be treated at the government’s expense. The process took about six months.
Shameem, in the meanwhile, started vomiting blood and Ghafoor took her to a private consultant in Multan. “I spent 400,000 rupees on her treatment,” he says.
Eventually, on a relative’s insistence, he took her to Lahore’s Mayo Hospital, the biggest public sector medical facility in Punjab. Doctors there said a liver transplant from India was the only treatment that could work for her. “It was not possible for me to bear the expenses [of the transplant] so I brought her home,” says Ghafoor. A few days later, she was no more, leaving behind a grieving husband and two sons and two daughters, aged between 10 and 18.
Gulzar Hussain is on an intravenous drip — almost always. This is his only coping mechanism against bodily fluids that are gathering inside his abdomen. These fluid deposits are commonly caused by the prolonged presence of the hepatitis C virus in the human body. His skin has become sallow over the last three months as his haemoglobin has dropped much below normal levels.
Gulzar Hussain can barely talk, let alone walk. “Three months ago, so many fluids were deposited in my stomach that I couldn’t move. I was taken to [a government-run] liver treatment centre in Faisalabad where doctors drained the fluids with the help of a big syringe.” Now that the deposits have gathered again, he says, he does not have money to even travel to Faisalabad — only 40 kilometres away from his village of Chak 119.
Faisalabad maybe too far away for him but the tehsil headquarters hospital in Jaranwala is only a few kilometres away from his village and not much money is required to reach there. He does not go even there and, instead, has been seeking treatment from a local quack who administers medicine and injections from the comfort of his charpoy, usually laid out on the street outside his house during the day.
Gulzar Hussain knows the quack is not a certified medical practitioner. He also knows that hepatitis C is rampant in his village – nearly every household has one or two people suffering from it – and that it has spread mainly due to the unsterilised syringes the quacks in the area use. But he still calls them “a blessing for the poor”. If there were no quacks around, he says, “how would I get cheap treatment at home?”