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<strong>with</strong> his file. It was a small bit of gallantry, his way of doing something for<br />
me.<br />
We told stories to each other as we chopped. He loved to talk about his<br />
Chinda. She had been so trusting, never questioning him about treating<br />
women patients alone in their bedroom. “Even if I had to look at their<br />
private parts, never once did she pull back the curtain and say, ‘What goes<br />
on in here?’ No. Never would I put an evil hand on a woman patient. It’s a<br />
sin. And I do not sin.”<br />
He told me the sad tale of Chinda’s death.<br />
“They killed her,” he snapped, <strong>with</strong> enough fresh anger to convince me<br />
this was a wound that would forever fester. “Chinda had a hernia that I<br />
could not cure. In spite of my plants and prayers, it would not go away. I<br />
had to take her to the hospital in Belize City and let a doctor care for her.<br />
Imagine me at the age of eighty-one, making my first trip to Belize City.”<br />
Accepting that Chinda’s illness was beyond his abilities, he returned to<br />
his village to continue harvesting his Christmas beans, planning to collect<br />
her <strong>with</strong>in a few days.<br />
“But I was in my cornfield when suddenly my heart began to flutter and<br />
pound in my chest. I dropped my tools and went home. People were<br />
gathering around my doorstep, waiting to tell me that Chinda’s death had<br />
just been announced on the radio. Mamasita, <strong>with</strong> those words, I fell to the<br />
earth on my knees and fainted.”<br />
When he got to the hospital, he found Chinda’s doctor upset and angry.<br />
He explained to Panti that the operation had gone well and Chinda would<br />
have recuperated <strong>with</strong>out complications <strong>with</strong>in a few days. But his<br />
instructions to give only water for the first forty-eight hours and broth on<br />
the third day were disobeyed. Instead of spoon-feeding broth to Chinda a<br />
little bit at a time, a nurse left the broth and a plate of heavy food<br />
unattended on the tray. When a hungry Chinda woke up, she gulped down<br />
the soup and the meal and died a few hours later.<br />
“She didn’t have to die. I shouldn’t have left her. Had I been there, she<br />
would be here at my side today. I would never have let her eat that plate of<br />
heavy food. I would have taken better care of my patient.”<br />
Panti choked on the memory, finding little consolation in knowing the<br />
doctor had fired the nurse responsible that same afternoon. “For three years<br />
I was like a crazy person. I drank until I fell down in a stupor and cried