07/08/2026
2026新加坡ACC纳米比亚义诊纪实|感动花絮二
记得在义诊倒数的最后两天,有一名年轻男子,手里拎着一个塞满衣物和拖鞋的背包,独自走进了牙科诊室。
第一眼见到他时,大家都被他的身形震住了。
一位22岁的大男生,体重却只有仅仅40公斤。
一个本该正值青春年华的年轻人,身体却瘦弱得令人心疼。他嘴里长满了大大小小的肿瘤,严重到已经无法正常进食,甚至连水都喝不下。
牙科医生看到他的情况后,立即意识到这已经不是单纯的牙科问题,必须尽快交由外科医生处理。
然而,当大家准备替他安排交通时,才发现一个令人心酸的事—
这名年轻人来自另一个小镇叫Otavi。
为了能够看上医生,他不是搭车来的,而是靠着自己的双脚,一路从Otavi走到了Otjiwarongo。
没有人知道他究竟走了多久。
只知道,当他终于来到医院时,身体已经疲惫不堪,脸上写满了饥饿与虚弱,却依然靠着最后的一点力气,坚持着走进诊室,向医生求救。
而更令人心酸的是,他没有家人。
当地病人如果需要住院动手术,通常都必须自行准备被单,因为医院无法提供。因此,许多病患身边都会有家属帮忙准备。
可是他什么都没有。
没有家人,没有人替他准备被单,也没有人可以陪他住院,更没有人可以在他需要的时候,为他支付交通费。
这个22岁的年轻人,家里只剩下他自己。
外科医生看过他的情况后,没有多说一句话,立即决定安排他住院,隔天进行手术。
当医生真正进入手术室后,才发现情况远比想象中棘手。
他的口腔内长满了不同大小的肿瘤,手术过程异常困难,过程中甚至一度出现持续出血的情况。
面对这样的状况,医生没有放弃。
在医院现有设备及医疗条件有限的情况下,医疗团队只能尽最大的能力,为他切除最主要、最影响生活的肿瘤。
他们这一次手术的目标很简单,却对这个年轻人意义重大:
先让他能够喝水,能够吃东西。
由于Otjiwarongo医院的设备条件并不适合进行更大型、复杂的手术,医生无法在这里一次性将所有肿瘤彻底清除。
他之后仍然需要前往纳米比亚的首都医院接受进一步治疗。
下一阶段的手术将更加复杂,需要切开脸颊,才能彻底清除深层的肿瘤,甚至可能需要从大腿取出部分骨骼进行移植。
这是一场风险极高、也漫长的治疗。
可是至少,这一次,他终于可以重新喝下一口水,吃上一口食物。
义诊最后一天,我们来到病房查看他的术后情况。
看到他一个人躺在那里,我们心里始终放不下。
医生也不忍心看着这个举目无亲的年轻人。
他连回家的车费都没有。
于是,医生没有多说什么,只是默默地从自己的口袋里拿出一些钱,塞到他的手里。
恰巧在前一晚,我们几人刚好也凑了一笔钱,希望能够给这个年轻人一点帮助,让他能够暂时解决眼前的困难,也希望他能够坚强地走下去。
临别前,医生紧紧握着他的手,叮嘱他:
“一定要把身体养好,多吃一些有营养的食物。等身体恢复了,才有足够的力量接受下一次手术。”
而最让我们感到欣慰的,是手术后的他,已经出现了明显的改变。
还记得他刚来到医院的时候,因为口腔肿瘤严重影响声道,他完全无法说话。
可是手术之后,他终于能够清楚地说话。
那一刻,大家才真正感受到,这场手术对他而言意味着什么。
我们后来好奇地问他:
“你是怎么知道这里有义诊?为什么会来到这里?”
他的回答,却让我们所有人都愣了一下。
他说:
“我不知道这里有来自新加坡的医疗团队。”
原来,他根本不知道义诊团的存在。
他只是因为身体实在撑不下去了,才独自从Otavi走来医院,想要寻找帮助。
而偏偏就在那一天、那个时间,他走进了我们的义诊现场。
如果早一天,或许遇不到我们。
如果晚一天,或许也错过了。
没有人安排,没有人介绍,也没有人告诉他这里正在义诊。
他只是走来了,而我们刚好在那里。
也许,这就是人与人之间难以言说的缘分。
我们不知道这是不是所谓的“福报”,但至少在那一天,这个已经走了很远、很累、很饿,几乎走到人生尽头的22岁年轻人,终于遇见了一群愿意伸手帮助他的人。
而对于我们而言,这也是这趟跨越万里的义诊旅程中,最难忘的一次相遇。
医生可以暂时替他切除肿瘤,却无法替他走完未来的治疗之路。
我们能够给予他的,也许只是一场手术、一点车费、一份营养,以及几句鼓励。
但我们衷心希望,这些微小的帮助,能够成为他继续活下去的力量。
愿他把身体养好,勇敢面对下一场手术。
愿他未来的日子里,不再只有一个人。
也愿他记得——
在他最无助、最需要帮助的时候,曾经有一群来自万里之外的人,握着他的手,告诉他:
“你一定要好起来。”
Singapore ACC Namibia Medical Mission | Moments That Touched Our Hearts (Part II)
When Hope Walked Through the Hospital Doors
Among the countless patients we met during our final days of the medical mission, there is one young man whose story will remain etched in our hearts forever.
He arrived at the dental clinic carrying nothing more than an old backpack, stuffed with a few pieces of clothing and a pair of slippers.
He came alone.
The moment we saw him, everyone fell silent.
He was 22 years old, yet he weighed barely 40 kilograms.
At an age when life should have been filled with dreams, possibilities, and boundless energy, his frail body spoke instead of pain, exhaustion, and silent suffering.
His mouth was overwhelmed by multiple tumors—so extensive that he could no longer eat. Even swallowing a sip of water had become an unbearable struggle.
The dental surgeon immediately recognized that this was far beyond a dental condition. Time was no longer on his side. He urgently needed surgical intervention.
As we began arranging transport for him, another heartbreaking truth emerged.
He had come from the small town of Otavi, Namibia.
He hadn’t arrived by bus.
He hadn’t been driven by a family member or friend.
He had walked.
Alone.
No one knows how many hours—or perhaps days—it took him to make that journey from Otavi to Otjiwarongo.
By the time he reached the hospital, every step must have demanded the last ounce of strength he had left. His face reflected hunger, dehydration, and overwhelming fatigue, yet somehow he found the courage to walk into the clinic and quietly ask for help.
Then came another painful discovery.
He had no family.
Patients admitted for surgery at the local hospital are normally expected to bring their own bedsheets because the hospital simply cannot provide them. Most have relatives who prepare these necessities and stay by their side.
But he had no one.
No family to comfort him.
No one to prepare the things he needed.
No one to sit beside his hospital bed.
No one to pay for his journey home.
At just twenty-two years old, he was completely alone in this world.
After examining him, the surgical team made their decision immediately.
Without hesitation, they admitted him for surgery the very next day.
Only when the operation began did the full extent of his condition become painfully clear.
Tumors of varying sizes filled his oral cavity. The surgery was exceptionally challenging, and at one point, persistent bleeding threatened to complicate the procedure even further.
Yet giving up was never an option.
Working with limited equipment and scarce medical resources, the surgeons focused on removing the largest tumors—the ones preventing him from performing the simplest acts of living.
The objective was modest by medical standards, but life-changing for him:
To let him drink water again.
To let him eat again.
The hospital in Otjiwarongo was not equipped for the far more extensive reconstructive surgery he would eventually require.
His journey was far from over.
He would later need to travel to Namibia’s capital for a far more complex operation—one that may require surgeons to open his cheek to reach the deeper tumors and even reconstruct portions of his jaw using bone grafts taken from his thigh.
The road ahead would be long.
Painful.
Uncertain.
But for the first time in a very long while, hope had returned.
At least now, he could once again take a sip of water.
At least now, he could finally eat.
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On the final day of our mission, we visited him in the ward.
Seeing him lying there alone was something none of us could forget.
The doctors could not bear the thought that this young man had no one waiting for him—not even enough money to return home after being discharged.
Without saying a word, one of the surgeons quietly reached into her own pocket and placed some money into the young man’s hand.
The night before, several members of our team had also come together to contribute what we could, hoping to ease his immediate burdens and remind him that, even if only for a moment, he was no longer alone.
Before leaving, the doctor held his hand tightly and gently said,
“Take good care of yourself. Eat nutritious food. Regain your strength, so you’ll be ready for your next surgery.”
Those simple words carried far more than medical advice.
They carried compassion.
They carried dignity.
Most of all, they carried hope.
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Perhaps the greatest joy came when we saw him after surgery.
When he first arrived, the tumors had compressed his airway and affected his speech so severely that he could barely utter a word.
But after the operation…
He spoke.
Clearly.
For the first time, we heard his voice.
In that moment, every hour spent in the operating theatre, every drop of sweat, every challenge the medical team had faced suddenly became worthwhile.
Curious, we asked him,
“How did you know our Singapore medical team was here?”
His answer stopped all of us in our tracks.
“I didn’t know.”
He had no idea that an overseas humanitarian medical mission was taking place.
He simply knew he could no longer endure the pain.
So he walked.
Alone.
Seeking help.
By what many would simply call coincidence, he arrived at the hospital on the very days our team was serving there.
Had he come a day earlier, we might never have met.
Had he come a day later, the opportunity would have slipped away.
No one directed him here.
No one told him about the mission.
No one planned this meeting.
He simply arrived…
…and we just happened to be there.
Perhaps some encounters cannot be explained by chance alone.
Perhaps they are moments where compassion quietly finds those who need it most.
That day, a young man who had walked through hunger, loneliness, and unimaginable hardship finally found people willing to walk a part of his journey with him.
For us, it became one of the most unforgettable encounters of this mission across continents.
The surgeons could remove his tumors, but they could not walk the difficult road of treatment that still lies ahead.
What we could offer was only a surgery.
A little financial support.
Some nourishment.
A few words of encouragement.
They may have seemed like small acts.
But sometimes, the smallest acts of kindness become the greatest reasons for someone to keep living.
Today, we pray that he regains his strength.
That he faces his next operation with courage.
That the future will no longer feel so lonely.
And above all, we hope he will always remember this:
That in the darkest chapter of his life, when he had almost reached the end of his strength, there was a group of strangers from thousands of miles away who reached out, held his hand, looked him in the eyes, and gently told him—
“You are not alone. Please get well.
The world is still hoping for you.”
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