The thread of life: a Buddhist temple in Thailand has opened its doors to people with

AIDS - and given us all a lesson in how to help others die with dignity

by James Nachtwey &  Vanessa Bush

Life

Vol.21 No.2 ( Feb 1998 )

Pp.68-76

COPYRIGHT 1998 Time Inc. All rights reserved


            A Buddhist temple in Thailand has opened its doors to people with 
            AIDS--and given us all a lesson in how to help others die with 
            dignity. Reporting By Grant Peck 
            THE THREAD IS A CHANNEL FOR BLESSINGS 
            On most days at a remote Buddhist temple in Thailand's Lopburi 
            province, a line of monks can be seen filing along a dirt path in 
            solemn procession. Between thumb and forefinger they carry a single 
            white thread linking each monk to the others--and to the body in the 
            coffin trailing behind them--in a sacred chain of prayers and 
            blessings. The connection is not severed until the monks reach their 
            destination: a modest white building where the deceased will be 
            cremated. Such funerary rites have always been part of a monk's 
            duties. But in recent years, as temples across Thailand have been 
            transformed into hospices offering refuge to men, women and children 
            with HIV, the frequency of these ceremonies has increased. Wat Phra 
            Baat Nam Phru, where these photographs were taken, is the largest. 
            Monk Phra Alongkot Tikkapanyo had watched too many patients waste 
            away in hospitals unable to provide compassionate care. And so, in 
            1992, he created a place where people could "die peacefully, in a 
            good way." 
            A WAY STATION TO THE NEXT REALM 
            The 400 residents of the temple include some monks who became 
            infected with HIV, either before taking vows of celibacy or while 
            breaking them. Most patients came to the temple after their 
            families, ashamed to be associated with the disease, rejected them. 
            Surrogate sisters and brothers--seven monks and a sparse medical 
            staff--have stepped into the void, ministering to patients with 
            food, medicine and spiritual guidance. In the Buddhist tradition, an 
            essential part of the caregiving is preparing the mind and body for 
            death. Patients are encouraged to think positively, remembering the 
            good karma, not the bad. 
            AWARENESS RISES, BUT SICKNESS REMAINS 
            The first case of AIDS in Thailand was reported in 1984, but the 
            government downplayed its significance, believing the disease was 
            mainly limited to the homosexual community. Five years later it 
            became evident that the problem was more widespread, affecting 
            heterosexuals as it was passed along from prostitutes and their 
            clients to clients' wives and their babies. Still no action--largely 
            because the Ministry of Health feared an AIDS awareness campaign 
            would jeopardize tourism, with its legalized, billion-dollar sex 
            industry. (For decades, Thailand's tolerance of prostitution, 
            including girls being sold to brothels by their families, has 
            attracted tourists from Asia and the West.) By 1990, when rising 
            infection rates threatened to undermine the economy, the government 
            finally reacted. It set aside funding for education programs, media 
            campaigns and condom distribution to commercial sex establishments. 
            The early hesitation, however, proved costly. Nearly 900,000 of 
            Thailand's 60 million citizens are infected with the virus. The pool 
            of workers is shrinking, and each year 20,000 babies are born to 
            HIV-positive mothers. Today, even though awareness of the disease 
            has grown, public empathy has not. 
            A BUDDHIST WAY TO EASE DEATH'S STING 
            The waiting list at Wat Phra Baat Nam Phru has reached 10,000, for 
            only 400 openings. The monks and medical workers at the temple do 
            not have access to the latest equipment or medicines. Food and 
            drugs, particularly Western ones like AZT, cost nearly half a 
            million dollars a year. And that figure will soar when the temple's 
            planned expansion of its hospice facilities is completed in two 
            years. Yet, as a result of a reduction in the incidence of new 
            infections, government financing for AIDS programs is being cut 
            back. To help pay the bills, founder Tikkapanyo has accepted 
            donations from foreigners, including some in the United States, as 
            well as from Thai philanthropies. What he will not do is charge the 
            patients at the temple for staying there. "Buddha teaches us that we 
            must live together in kindness and mercy," Tikkapanyo says. "The 
            most important thing is to make the patients' minds strong and 
            peaceful and give them better health." To that end, those patients 
            who can are encouraged to be active--to sing, to garden, to play 
            music and sports. On Saturday nights the HIV Band performs. Every 
            Sunday there is a group trip into town to go to the movies, the zoo 
            or shopping. Still, with a thousand funerals at the temple last 
            year, the specter of death is ever present. A body resting in a 
            coffin at the entrance to the ward, and within a patient's line of 
            vision, is barely noticed. Dying residents talk candidly to one 
            another about the day when there will be no more suffering. For 
            those with full-blown AIDS, contact with the staff is intimate. 
            Nurses provide massages and apply hot compresses and balms made with 
            traditional herbs. Those who can no longer eat with a spoon are fed 
            with a syringe-like dropper. To patients, the healing that comes 
            from the hands means more than anything medical science has to 
            offer. "The temple," says one 42-year-old resident, "nurses my heart 
            and body."