Nec Aspera Terrent: “Difficulties be Damned!”

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Nec Aspera Terrent:  “Difficulties be Damned”–the Family Motto of Perry Fawcett, Amazonian Explorer

Labadie, Camp Louise, Caracol; Haiti

Our clinic landed in Camp Louise

It has been a very, very busy few weeks…a lot accomplished; we recently treated our 750th patient for this month.  That’s an average of 30 patients a day, including minor surgeries, ultrasounds and acting as 24/7 floating urgent care center.  In that time, we have also done mobile clinics in Shadda, Coco, Camp Louise and pre-natal vitamin distribution in Caracol and have visited Milot Hospital, Justinian Hospital, and the HHH physiotherapy center and have helped many patients connect with needed specialist care (I got the schedule of all the visiting American specialist teams for the next few months at Milot so I know when and to whom to refer patients).

Pietre, Dave and everyone at Royal Caribbean have been awesome—we are wrapping up

Striking Day to Watch the Royal Carribbean Ships Come In

 our time here and getting ready to make our way to Panama to work south of the hurricane zone as the season advances, but I am very grateful to RCCL for making us welcome in Labadie and we will miss everyone when we go.

Scabies scratched and secondarily infected

There’s a saying in medicine: “Common things are common,” and at a certain level of poverty some things become VERY common.  Scabies, parasites, respiratory infections and fungal infections are common among my patients, but I hate when several such conditions are found simultaneously in all the members of only one family.  A mother, daughter and young son came in with terrible scabies, secondary skin infections from scratching, bad worm infestations, anemia, and chest infections…we medically treated all the ailments, but I spent most of the consult working to make the mom understand the importance of washing, cutting the dirty fingernails of itchy children, washing, not drinking coffee at age 5, washing…and washing.  Properly used, a single bar of soap can prevent an awful lot of disease, but poor home conditions and poor health awareness are two regular factors in the illnesses of my patients.  

We are barricaded in a single schoolroom to keep from being overrun

We did a mobile clinic by small boat in Camp Louise, a diffuse farming community of a few thousand people living a few miles west of Labadie.  We visited the health center there but did our clinic in one of the local schools, treating the school kids and a lot of other children in the neighborhood.  We were joined by a nurse from the Camp Louise Clinic, a Doctor, Physio and two teachers and Hannah from the Cap Haitian Health Network.  This clinic was a tough one…a crowd of several hundred gathered within minutes; people were trying to literally pull themselves into the room we were working in (we all worked in one room, hot and crowded but impossible to maintain security otherwise). Hannah and the teachers had their hands full trying to keep us from being overrun, but we got through it—as usual in schools, lots and lots of scabies and parasites, and this location had lot of urinary tract infections and bacterial vaginosis in the young kids.  Camp Louise is somewhere I would like to spend some time doing health education in the charitable schools there, as the high prevalence and poorer hygiene of the kids with UTIs suggests there might be a special need there.

Aside from the common stuff, the last couple of weeks have also brought us some very

Our Medicine Lifted The Voodoo Arm Pain curse...

 unusual cases, and some unfortunate ones.  The one that caught me the most off-guard was when I was consulting with a 96-year old woman (she’s in awesome shape, totally ambulatory) presenting with shoulder pain radiating to the arm.  As I was writing “?mild strain?arthritis” on her notes, she told me that she had accidentally picked up some cursed money (people don’t like picking up money on the ground in Haiti, because JuJu men will curse the coins and scatter them around) and essentially been voodoo’d, so I gave her an anti-inflammatory and Noah showed her gentle stretches and exercises for improving shoulder stability.  A few days later she came in and thanked us because she hadn’t had to go to a voodoo man to pay to remove the curse; our medicine had beaten the voodoo.

Hammerhead Sharkbite

Let’s see…my shark bite victim is all healed up…the kid who came in with his stitched knee all torn open and infected is all healed up, but he’ll have a big scar on that knee for the rest of his life (but gets to keep his leg; it was pretty horrible looking when he came in and we first unwrapped the dirty bandage covering the torn-open, homemade stitches).  The other night, just before dinner, we heard a familiar sound…a small wooden boat making its way towards Southern Wind, with a man, a woman, and a young kid with a dark-stained rag wrapped around his leg.  He had been cut with broken glass, and a deep, 5-inch laceration on the back of his calf. It was pretty deep, with a lot of fat and connective tissue exposed and swollen with fluid; at first I wasn’t sure if the edges could actually be

Cut With A Broken Bottle ...

 closed, but skin is always a lot stretchier than you might think—I washed the wound and sutured it back up, and a few days later the edges had pretty well opposed.  Incredibly, the sutures were ready to come out after about 4 days (really—they were already starting to be grown over); I love healthy kids—they heal so fast and bounce back.

This is how I usually spend the journey to a clinic...conserving strength

While walking on the beach, we met a guy whose upper arm bone was completely fractured 2 years ago—I mean completely fractured, and it was never treated at all.  It hurt badly for a year…and then the next year, without healing, it somehow stopped hurting and he retained use of the arm.  It’s some kind of one in a million medical anomaly; absolutely incredible. His arm essentially has another hinge in it…if you bend the arm, the broken bone tents up under the skin and the arm bends right at the middle of the upper arm—Noah and I were absolutely shocked; this guy needs surgery to screw the 2 broken bones back together, so we are going to see if we can get the surgery arranged with someone before we leave.

got it to hospital that day over mountains...too weak...died 5 days later

And lastly…some bad news…a small baby came in about 5 days ago, age 1 month.  It looked premature; it had been born weighing 6 pounds but had lost half its body weight, tipping the scales at a skeletal 3.3 pounds.  It had no fever, no diarrhea, no vomiting, no cough, but hadn’t eaten much at all since birth.

The baby was listless and weak; it looked pretty thin at first glance but when Donna unwrapped it, we were shocked and dismayed at its emaciated body.  I will always remember the apathy of the mother, the frustration of her sister…but especially the moment when we were examining the baby for its sucking reflex—young babies, if you stroke their cheeks with the tip of your finger, will reflexively turn toward the stimuli (as when the nipple brushes their face when they are being put to breast).  This baby repeatedly turned its head away, almost as if it were deliberately giving up…unsettling to watch.  

We contacted the Cap Haitian Health Network and got the mom and baby transported over the mountains to a hospital in Cap Haitian where they tried to feed the baby through a nasogastric tube, but last night, after 5 days of deteriorating steadily, the baby died (and it was only fed for 1 or 2 days through the NG because the mom couldn’t afford more…I found out too late or I would have found the funds somewhere!). 

Things like this almost always penetrate my Zen, I’m afraid…it takes a lot of determination to let it go when things

1 month old...born 6 3.3 lbs

that shouldn’t happen just keep happening, like that poor guy’s untreated broken arm, or the 10 kids with urinary tract infections I saw in Camp Louise, or that woman’s baby, or the hundreds of other things like that that drop in my lap every month.  If you have a 1 month old premature baby that has lost half its body weight you damn well get it care right away, not after it has been deteriorating for a month…but that is easy to say, since  to get checked or get prompt neonatal care, care has to actually be available and affordable, and this baby and mother didn’t have that luxury.

 So when I sent that baby to the hospital, I knew that it was so fragile it could slip away at any moment, but I knew that its life or death was not mine to decide, only to do everything in my power right then to give it a chance, and the universe would decide.  The universe chose to take it back.  I’d be lying if I said this time I really, really, really am working hard to not be upset that the result I wanted wasn’t what happened.  I wanted the baby to have a future, not just a chance, but I can’t give futures…only chances.

 I need more doctors and clinicians out here.  Come where your training is REALLY needed!

I love our boat!

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