The truth about getting sick in the Philippines

This year’s World Health Day theme hits close to home as I have experienced first-hand how to undergo financial hardship when my precious seven-year-old niece, Rianna got sick and died, leaving us with a huge financial debt.

World Health Day calls on world leaders to take concrete steps to move towards universal health coverage (UHC), ensuring that everyone, everywhere can access quality health services without having to undergo financial hardship.

I detailed in my previous post, Life Without Rianna how we lost her to devastating and debilitating illnesses: encephalitis-pneumonia-ovarian cyst teratoma. And this entry will tell you the reality when you get sick in the Philippines. At least based in our experience.

Her 10-month confinement costed us a whooping P13 million (US $250,250) hospital bill all in all. Rianna was rushed to a premier hospital due to her critical condition. When she arrived at the emergency room, she immediately experienced seizures so she was brought to the Intensive Care Unit and stayed there for four months, which is more expensive than regular rooms.

Every month, the hospital was charging us more than P1 million (US $ 19,250) for her confinement, medications, and tests, excluding our personal expenses, her medical supplies and medicines which my father opted to buy outside later on because it’s more cheaper and to lessen our hospital expenses.

We were becoming restless as our bills began piling up. How in the world are we going to pay for it?

My sister, Rianna’s mom was jobless because she had to devote her time 24/7 taking care of my niece. We didn’t employ a Private Duty Nurse (PDN) because that would cost us another P13,000 (US $288) every month.

My other sister and I had regular jobs, but our combined incomes still won’t be enough to pay the bills as well.

While my parents were retirees, that shouldn’t be their responsibility in the first place and they don’t have enough money as well.

But let me tell you the truth: Rianna had an estranged father who was supposedly shouldering all the responsibilities and expenses and taking the lead role and we were just supposed to be there as back-ups or support. But that didn’t happen.

We took the lead role, and he just came in whenever he pleased.

While he let the hospital charge Rianna’s bills to his insurance card, he and his family refused to help pay in cash when his card was maxed out later on, insisting that we should be the ones paying as we were the ones to blame for Rianna’s sickness.

So we had no choice but to find an alternative. My father (Rianna’s grandfather) went to charitable institutions such as Philippine Charity Sweepstakes Office, Department of Social Welfare and Development, Philippine Amusement and Gaming Corporation, Caritas Manila, GMA 7’s Kapwa Ko Mahal Ko, ABS-CBN’s Lingkod Kapamilya Foundation, but despite all the guarantee letters they issued, the hospital still won’t allow Rianna’s discharge unless we pay in cash.

Good thing we had good and close friends who launched a series of fundraising campaigns to help us pay our hospital debts. They organized two Concerts for Cause, distributed Coin Bank for A Cause, and did Zumba for a Cause all for Rianna.

Thank God those campaigns had been very successful because they were very well supported by our families, relatives, workmates, classmates, and friends from church (some of them I haven’t even met in person like Ipuna Black), and neighbors who bought tickets and also donated cash to help us.

After that, we also launched our own fundraising campaigns via Facebook seeking financial help. While at first, it was too embarrassing for me to beg, I had no choice but to go for it just to survive our dear Rianna.

Despite our efforts to pay a portion of our debt and issue a Promisory Note, the hospital still demanded for my parent’s land title, to which I really broke down in tears. Giving them our land title could mean our house could be taken away from us if we fail to pay our debts.

And it’s not just a house, it’s our parents’ home built over the years through their sweat, blood, and tears. It’s our home.

At a point when we were almost ready to give up, a lawyer from the Public Attorney’s Office intervened for us and he was able to secure a Court Order, ordering the hospital to release Rianna and honor the Promisory Note or else, they shall face the consequences.

Republic Act No. 9439 prohibits the detention of patients in hospitals and medical clinics on the grounds of non-payment of hospital bills or medical expenses.

Section 3 of RA 9439 states that, “Any officer or employee of the hospital or medical clinic responsible for releasing patients, who violates the provisions of this Act shall be punished by a fine of not less than P20,000, but not more than P50,000 or imprisonment of not less than one month, but not more than six months, or both such fine and imprisonment, at the discretion of the proper court.”

The hospital gave in and finally allowed Rianna’s discharge. I was so elated. We were so relived and overjoyed. We immediately brought Rianna home so she can continue her recovery and medications there under our care.

However, our expenses didn’t end at the hospital. At home, we were spending more than P30,000 (US $577) for Rianna every single month to buy her supplies, medicines, doctor’s check-ups, air-conditioned room (due to her pneumonia), and weekly physical/occupational therapies, and other maintenance.

When she eventually joined our Creator last August 12, 2017, we were devastated because we were not expecting it. No one’s expecting it. It’s not part of our plan, because we were positive, we were hopeful that she will eventually go back to normal. We did everything to support her and extend her life.

But God has other plans. It still hurts up to now, but I would like to believe He has other plans and they are for the better.

It was financially draining to take care of a very sick patient, especially on the part of my parents, who had to shoulder all the finances, stress, and responsibilities. But they never regretted it. Not once I heard my father complained. Nor my mother.

My parents gave their all to Rianna. Rianna’s mom gave her all. We gave our all to Rianna.

But I can understand why some families and/or relatives would chose to give up their loved ones who were already bedridden, or dying with lingering illnesses because they cannot afford anymore to spend for his/her long-term medications or care.

But while we were struggling, I can honestly tell you that God really provided for our ALL needs during those difficult times. In fact, when we felt so low, I could feel his presence, his help through people or any other means as an assurance that He’s just there and will never leave us.

God never left us. He was there all the way.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life. What you will eat or drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds, they don’t plant, harvest, or store up feed in barns. For your Heavenly Father feeds them, and aren’t you far more valuable to Him than they are? Can anyone of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?” (Matthew 6:26)

And from that experience, we learned so many things, especially how hard it was beg just to survive a sick kid, and how it felt to get rejected as well because not all people were generous. But maybe they were undergoing their own personal struggles and crosses as well, and we completely understood that.

However, we will never won’t forget those people who were there for us, who never left us, who sacrificed their own personal, hard-earned money to help us. We may not be able to pay them back, rest assured we will pay forward.

Now that the Philippine House of Representatives has approved on third and final reading, the Universal Health Coverage (UHC) Bill or HB 5784 will “ensure that every Filipino citizen is entitled to healthy living, working and schooling conditions and access to a comprehensive set of health services without financial hardship.”

I am crossing my fingers that this shall be passed into law soon and be strictly implemented, because if it happened to us, it can happen to anyone much worse than what we experienced and this will benefit people who really have nothing and who have no one to turn to.

It’s hard enough to be sick, what more if you have no means to get well or pay for it. As one good doctor puts it: Poverty and poor health is not a good combination.

But despite so many health and political issues and tragedies that are hounding our country, I still have high hopes that someday, our country will get better in terms of providing healthcare, and will really choose no one whether he’s rich or poor.

I really do hope that someday.

To my precious niece, Rianna, please know you are my inspiration. We love you and we miss you every day.

This is a monthly blog collaboration and our theme for this month is about health/ World Health Day. For more stories, check out these amazing and truly inspiring writers/bloggers who participated in this collaboration. Let me also welcome a good friend and new addition to the collaborators, Gelyka Ruth Dumaraos. Happy reading and hope we inspired you:

Ipuna Black: Health is a State of Balance: Mind, Body, Spirit

Barb Caffrey: We Must Do Better and Insist on Better Health Care (A Collaboration with a Purpose post)

Tajwar Fatma: World health day

Jothish Joseph; Are you healthy?

Divyang Shah: World Health Day

Sonyo Estavillo: #WorldHealthDay & Why Mental Health Matters

Jane Love: Three Vital Components of a Healthy and Balanced Life

Nicolle K.: Alert: A Collaboration to Everyone’s Health

Sadaf Siddiqi: Health is Wealth

Gelyka Ruth Dumaraos: How My Father’s Health Condition Made Me Shift to a Healthier Lifestyle





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