Friday, March 26, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Hopefully, a few of these photos will help to capture the sights I see on a daily occurrence. If only you could hear the song that is constantly arising from the wards, you would truly begin to get the full picture. At any given moment, the patients and their caregivers will lift their voices in praise. The melody is a sweet sound that truly makes me realize that I am walking on holy ground in the halls and wards of Deck 3. We have had many dance parties, as well! The beat of the bongos, strums of the guitar, harmony of the voices and the joyous movement of dance are so spontaneous and yet so consistent.
Friday, March 19, 2010
A wonderful rush of emotions come over me as my eyes first caught a glimpse of the Africa Mercy! God’s faithfulness is beautiful to discover time and time again. Stepping onboard was a surreal feeling: one of, “I can’t believe I’m here!!” and another of, “I’m actually here!”
I arrived in Togo on Saturday evening. My flights were smooth sailing the whole way through! Sitting next to me from Paris to Lomé was a very chatty Frenchman who spoke no English. I’m not sure how French that had been tucked away for the past 12 years resurfaced, but I managed to finagle my way through several hours of conversing. I learned more about this diabetic-hypertensive-recently divorced-Frenchy that has a pizzeria in Lomé and found the flight attendants all to be rated 8 out of 10 on his “Prettiness Scale” (with the exception of one flight attendant)! I was grateful for his company and willingness to endure my botched attempts at French.
Since being on the Ship, things have been great. I share a room with 5 other girls. Yes, it’s true -- 6 girls in one room, sharing one bathroom! (Reminds me of the Brady Bunch.) Each room is sectioned off into 3 bunk beds and it works perfectly. I have managed to run into the narrow hallway wall about a million times over. Our room is just shy of being a cave and you never know who is working what shift, so the idea of turning on the lights would be fully rude!
The Africa Mercy was an old Danish ferry in it’s previous life. Being a hospital ship now, It is beautiful and has everything you could imagine. Looking off the back of the ship is the Gulf of Benin -- I am looking forward to going to the beach on a day when I am not working. The food is wonderful, the people are fantastic and you never know who you are going to meet!
Being on the wards is refreshing and so different in every aspect from things back in the States. For example -- wearing flip-flops to work is perfectly acceptable. My commute to work is about a 30-second walk down the hall on Deck 3. Children and adults are intermingled on each ward. HIPPA carries a new name and JACHO is non-existent! The patients are their caregivers maintain their daily life of living and working in community, despite the drastic changes they endure while on the Ship.
Over the past several days, I have had the opportunity to work with several adult patients (yes, it’s true -- adults!!) who had various types of types of masses removed from their necks. In talking with one woman yesterday, I learned that because of the deformity on her neck, she lived with a great amount of shame. I asked her how long the mass on been growing and she said, “Vingt-quatre ans.” Twenty-four years of living in shame and being shunned from others in her town. What a great amount of strength she mustered over the past 2½ decades to continue to provide for her 7 children. She stated that she will be returning home with new joy now that healing has come to her.
The children here are so fun, but then again - aren’t they all?! Yesterday, I worked with several babies who were admitted for CT scans of their head and/or neck. They will return in a few weeks for surgery. Also admitted was a little 4 year old boy who was diagnosed with Burkitt’s Lymphoma. He will be transferred to a local hospital for chemotherapy. (For those of you hem/onc staffers, his treatment will consist of 6-10 courses of cyclophosphamide every 3 weeks until symptoms subside.) I recently discharged a set of premature twins who were born at about 30 weeks (they are now about 4 or 5 weeks old) -- one weighed about 4 lbs and the other 4.5 lbs. The girls will hopefully continue to gain weight and strength over the coming months. They will be returning for follow-up over the next several months through the Infant Feeding Program. Their discharge was a wonderful celebration!
Being here is humbling in many respects. This past week, witnessing the quiet strength that individuals carry throughout their sufferings was a beautiful testimony to me. I am sure to learn...
Thank you all for your well wishes and words of encouragement as I was preparing to leave. They have carried me far and I feel like I am living in a dream!