Not knowing what to do, I called the local health department, informed that my family was so close to the patient, the authorities at all levels intervened to consider my family. The government told the family to isolate at home, but I felt it was too urgent, I didn’t listen.
In Hanoi, they found me a phone number to call Hung Yen
An hour later, the medical center called back, telling him to stay at home. Then after a while, the police came and took the whole family to quarantine at H.Van Lam Medical Center.
The center is very interested, but testing is not available. I was extremely impatient. My family has a bunch of children, husband and children, everything depends on me. I told the guys in the center to let me test first, see how it goes. I felt very sore throat that day. Perhaps due to too much worry, impatience, the body temperature also increased to more than 36 degrees, the head stretched.
More than 10 o’clock that night, the Medical Center took me and my daughter to the Central Hospital (BV) for Tropical Diseases. Temperature and blood pressure are normal. The hospital took blood for testing. We were placed in the Pediatrics Department, along with two other people. My brother-in-law (husband of patient 162, father of patient 163 – but not yet announced), was also taken to this hospital.
“All negative! That’s my final take”
My husband, son-in-law, son and 2 grandchildren are at Van Lam Medical Center. At that time, she did not know where she was. There is no one in the village. My family gave the keys to 4 houses to the village police to manage. They also told the brothers and sisters to rest assured, we will take care of us at home. My family is also somewhat comforted.
More than 3 pm on March 27, I was sleeping, the doctor (BS) came to read the names of each person, including my mother and me. I started to shed tears. If the BS calls me like that, I must have a bad expression. From the day I went to the hospital, I just cried all day. The doctor said 4 people in the room went to take X-rays, then said all 4 people in this room were negative. I couldn’t believe my ears.
After going down to the 1st floor for the scan, the doctor in the X-ray room also said that 5 people (my husband and I in another room also went for the scan) were negative. I still don’t believe, ask again: “BS, am I negative or positive?”. The doctor said, all the cases in the room were negative. That’s my final take.
Then I called the commune, village, the police, about the place where I worked so that people would be somewhat reassured about me. People ask again is this information accurate? I said no papers, but BS said. I know at home people expect me, I dare not say wrong.
They told my family to bring disaster to the village for the commune
My family situation is like that, but many people in the community do not share the same family. They insult. They told my family to bring disaster to the village for the commune. I wonder, to what extent do they still distance themselves from me later on? I’ve already fought with my illness, and I have to fight mentally too…
People didn’t share and added another burden to us. Think very sad! I myself have a sense of protecting the community, but the community does not protect me.
My family has told each other, if this disaster, my family alone will bear it, not to spread it to the community. My family understands that very well. But one thing I ask for everyone, is to share and encourage my family to overcome this problem. Honestly, my family wants nothing more than sympathy and sharing. We felt in a cornered situation. There are 4 sick people in my family.
In the future, if God allows us to return to normal people, I will be the one to bring the whole family to thank those who have helped us.