Tragic loss, and hope: death and life on the Ebola frontline
This story has been provided by Médecins Sans Frontières.
Since the beginning of the Ebola outbreak in West Africa, Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) has admitted more than 4,500 patients to its treatment centres. Young Liberian Kollie James was among them. Here, his father Alexander recounts his story.
Picture: Ebola survivor Kollie James and his father Alexander, MSF health promotion officer in Foya, Liberia. Copyright: Katy Athersuch/MSF
Sunday, the twenty-first of September, is a day I will never forget in my life.
I was out working with MSF as a health promotion officer, visiting villages and telling people about Ebola—how to protect themselves and their families, what to do if they started to develop symptoms; and I made sure everyone had the MSF hotline number to call. When I was finishing up the day, I got a call from my wife’s number but it was not her. I answered the phone but nobody spoke. She was staying in the capital, Monrovia, with three of our children while I was working in Foya, in the north of Liberia.
At that time, Ebola had come to Liberia so I tried to talk to my family about the virus and to educate them, but my wife did not believe in it. I called my wife begging her to leave Monrovia and bring the children north so we could be together here. She did not listen. She denied Ebola.
Later that night, my brother called me. “Your wife has died.” I said, “What?” He said, “Bendu is dead.” I dropped the phone. I threw it away and it broke apart. We were together for 23 years. She understood me. She was the only one who understood me very well. I felt like I’d lost my whole memory. My eyes were open, but I didn’t know what I was looking at. I had no vision.
Later that same week, I received another call from Monrovia. My brother, who was working as a nurse, had been taking care of my wife. But he became infected and died too. Then my two youngest children were taken to the centre in Monrovia, but my girls were very sick and they died. I felt even more helpless. I was breaking in my mind. I couldn’t make sense of anything.
My eldest son, Kollie James, was still in Monrovia, in the house where our family had been sick, though he was showing no signs of illness. He called me and said, “Everyone got sick, I don’t know what to do.” I told him to come here to Foya to be with me.
When my son arrived, people in the village would not accept us. They told us that our family had all died and to take Kollie James away. I was angered by their reaction. I knew he wasn’t showing any symptoms and was not a threat to them, but because of the stigma they wouldn’t let us stay. We had to move on.
The next morning, though, I noticed my son looking more tired than usual. I was worried about him. He didn’t have any symptoms like vomiting or diarrhoea, but he just looked tired. I called the Ebola hotline and MSF brought him to their Ebola care centre here in Foya to be tested.
When the test came back positive, it was a night of agony for me. I didn’t even shut my eyes for one second. I spent the whole night just crying and thinking about what would happen now to my son.
The next day the psychosocial counsellors at MSF calmed me down. They told me to wait. To hold my peace. I sat with them, and we talked and talked.
I was able to see Kollie in the care centre from across the fence, so I called out to him, “Son, you’re the only hope I got. You have to take courage. Any medicine they give to you, you have to take it.” He told me, “Papa, I understand. I will do it. Stop crying Papa, I will not die, I will survive Ebola. My sisters are gone, but I am going to survive and I will make you proud.”
Every day, the counsellors made sure they saw me, and they sat with me so I could talk. The way the counsellors talked to me helped me relax. They knew it’s not a small blow that I am receiving in life. I didn’t want to see my son in there. When I saw him in there, I thought about his mother. I already lost her—I wanted him to survive. I wanted him to be strong.
After some time, my son started doing much better. He was moving around. I prayed that he would be free of Ebola and test negative, but I was worried that his eyes were still red. I just wanted us to be together again. Then something amazing happened, something I could not actually believe until I saw it.
Until that moment I saw him coming outside, I could not truly believe that it would happen. I’ve seen people with Ebola start to look strong and then the next day, they’re just gone. So I was also thinking, maybe Kollie will be one of those who will be gone the next day. When finally I saw him come out, I felt so very, very happy. I looked at him and he said to me, “Pa, I am well.” I hugged him. Lots of people came to see him when he came outside. Everybody was so happy to see him outside.
Then MSF told me that Kollie is the 1000th patient to survive Ebola. This is a great thing, but I was wondering, how many more people have we lost? How many have not survived? Of course I am so happy to have Kollie still, but it’s hard not to think of all those who are no longer with us.
When I took him home with me, he actually had a smiling face. And me too, I had a big smile on my face. I had a very good smile that day. I decided to have a little party for him. Since then we do everything together. We sleep together, we eat together, and we have been conversing a lot. I asked him, “What’s your ambition after you graduate from high school?” He’s a tenth-grade student. He told me that he wants to study biology and become a medical doctor. That’s what he told me!
So now I’m going to try every way I can to meet his needs and succeed in life, so that he should not feel so bad about the pain he has suffered losing his mother. I told him, “Now I am your mother and your father. I am serving as both for you now.” And he told me, “I will do everything for you as my father.” He is so pleased I called him to be with me. The care that was given to him here was 100 percent.
Now that my son is free of Ebola we will make a life for ourselves. He is 16 now, so I will make him my friend. Not just my son, but my friend, because he’s the only one I have to talk to. I cannot replace my wife, but I can make a new life with our son.
Kollie James is the 1,000th survivor cared for in MSF’s Ebola treatment centres across Guinea, Sierra Leone, and Liberia since MSF began responding to the Ebola outbreak in West Africa in March 2014.
Close to 3000 MSF staff are working in the region, including some 250 international staff.