Tuesday, September 20, 2011

July 17, 2011

June 1, 2011

We departed DC about 12 noon and arrived at Addis Ababa 12 hours later at around 8 AM local time.  Flight was long and boring.  No one to talk with and nothing to read.  Had inadvertently left the book  brought along to read at Dulles airport. Couldn’t sleep either, so arrived in Ethiopian tired, irritable, and sleepy.

Passed through the Addis Ababa airport successfully and departed for Chad at approximately 10AM.  Flew over some of the most forbidding country I’ve ever seen.  Everything was brown, no green, desert (maybe dry savannah) everywhere with thatched or tinned roofed huts here and there.  When the sun caught the tin roofs at a certain angle they looked like little diamonds against the sandy brown background.

Arrived at N’Djamena at 12:30 PM and the first thing I noticed was the heat, it was stifling.  Sweat it was that introduced me to Chad, sweat that ran into my eyes, drops of sweat rolling down my sides and the smell of someone too long without a bath (me).  It was an introduction to things to come.   I followed NGO personnel thru customs with no problems.  A young Chadian walked up to me dressed

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Minnie Pardillo - Volunteer Psychologist at Bere Adventist Hospital

Minnie Pardillo is a volunteer psychologist from the Phillpines who is spending a year at Bere Adventist Hospital.  She will be providing health education to the hospital patients, as well as, the community of Bere, Chad

Minnie with Chadian Children

Monday, September 12, 2011

Walking in Ndjamena, Chad

I spent a day in Ndjamena, most of it on foot (Aug. 30, 2011).  On a prior visit an attempted pickpocket occurred on two separate occasions.  Be careful in the markets. 

Headed Home - Road between Bere and Kelo, Chad

Below is a short clip of my bus ride from Bere to Kelo on Aug. 29, 2011.  As you can see the road is dirt and can become impassable during the rainy season.  Its condition here is about average for the rainy season.  Sometimes it's better and sometimes it's worse.

Monday, July 18, 2011

African Rain

African Rain

In southern Chad the rainy season is from May to July, but this year it’s late. It’s already June and no rain.  The sun is so hot that it burns away the clouds and sends the temperature above a 100 degrees F.  It’s in the late afternoon when clouds appear on the eastern horizon and soon sheet lightning turns the cloud tops a bright white.   The wind begins to blow, first from the south, then shifting to the west. Sand is blown everywhere and soon the atmosphere has a reddish-brown tint.  You can’t get away from it, it’s in the air.  The thunderheads begin a slow march to the west, toward us.  The once blue sky is blotted out by dark, ominous clouds and the thunder gets louder and louder.  Lightning flashes overhead and it begins to rain.  A light rain soon becomes a downpour and then as quickly as it began, it stops.  Not much water for a parched land that hasn’t seen rain for months.  But it’s a start. The air is cooler and no longer filled with sand.  The rainy season has begun.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

July 3, 2011 Slow Sunday

It’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon and it’s blazing hot.  The temperature in my sweat box is at an even 100 degrees F.  Haven’t done much today.  Took the generator to the hospital compound so Jamie Parker could look at it.  It’s running rough, idles at too fast a speed, and the voltage output is too high.  Jamie found an adjustment that controls idle speed and thus voltage output.  It’s still running a little rough; however, it powers my computer and projector with no problems.  Keep thinking that tomorrow is the Forth of July and I’m in Africa.  A little homesick.

Came home and played a game with John, Sazo, and a neighborhood kid.  Six shallow holes are dug in the ground, three on each end about 4 feet apart like this   
      OOO--------------------------------------------OOO. 
      3 2 1                                              1 2 3
The walls between holes 1 & 2 and 2 & 3 are lowered to make it easier for a small, round rock to be rolled thru holes 1 & 2 into 3.  If the rock stops in 1, it’s 1 point, hole 2 is 2 points, and hole 3 is 3 points.  First one to score 10 wins.  After playing several games, I had a little snack and John and I went to town to watch the football (soccer) game.  Got more sunburn.  The sun here near the equator is a killer.

Went to church yesterday morning and was invited to have the closing prayer by the speaker (the hospital chaplain).  The sermon was about Jesus healing and forgiving the sins of the paralytic.  Of course, the sermon was in French and translated to Nangere, neither of which I understand; however, the enthusiastic response from the congregation indicated they approved.  For some reason I don’t feel very forgiven at the moment.  Maybe it’s the malaria prophylactic I’m taking, Mefloquine.  It can depress the mood, among other things.

After church Benzocia brought up the idea of visiting a lake about 14 kilometers away where hippopotamuses live.  The Parkers manage the hospital van which is the only mode of transportation available(except for motorcycle taxis and they are a little small for nine people) and they were not at home.  So no sightseeing today.  (We went the next day.)

The chaplain (Noel) lives 4.5 kilometers from the hospital and walks to work each day. ( His conversion is an interesting story which I’ll tell later.) He carries a picture roll with him and teaches the children along his route bible stories.  I had told him I wanted to video him teaching the children and he suggested that I meet him about 4 kilometers down the trail toward his house at 5 PM.   So at 3 PM I started down the trail to Noel’s house.  Two km down the trail, Minnie, a psychologist volunteer from the Philippines, sent a test message wanting to know if we were going to see the hippos.  Said I didn’t know and was headed to Noel’s place.  She asked if she could come along and I said, of course.  Turned around and met her near the hospital and we walked the 4 km to meet Noel.  We were a little late and Noel had already started, but got good video of Noel teaching the children from the picture roll.  We then walked another half km to the airfield where Jonathan and Melody live in a neat, round hut with a thatched roof.  Turns out that Heather was at the compound visiting Melody and the two pilots, Gary and Jonathan, were in South Sudan attempting to obtain permission to open a mission station there.  Walked the 4.5 km back home and arrived just before dark.

My wife, Brenda, has mailed me two “Jesus” DVD’s and after a discussion with Noel and Minnie, we decided to show the video on July 16 at the site where we met Noel.  If the DVD’s arrive this week, we may show the video on the 9th.  (They weren’t received until the 12th.)

June 23, 2011 Bere Adventist Hospital, Chad

Chad is in the heart of Africa and can be described in a few words: poor, hot, dry, and flat.  Though French is the official language, nearly 200 native dialects are spoken.  Here in Bere, which is in southern Chad, we hear French, Nangere, Arabic, and a little English.  English is taught in the school, so many of the children speak a little English and are anxious to try it out on you.  The most commonly heard phrase is, “How are you?” 

There is a rainy season in southern Chad that usually extends from May through August.  It was late beginning this year with no rain falling until the middle of June.  When it rains the roads, which are unpaved, can become impassable.  Most of the autos here (and there are only a few) are of the 4-wheel drive variety.

Well it’s been three weeks to the day since I arrived at Bere Adventist Hospital in Chad, Africa.  The second day here I asked to observe a hernia repair and was invited to scrub-in.  Got to clamp bleeding blood vessels, mop up blood, retract obscuring tissue, and cut stitches.  The surgery was performed by Samedi, a 54 yr old Chadian who began his career as a janitor at the hospital.   (Google “Samedi  Bere” and I’m sure you’ll find his story on the web.)  The abdominal muscle had separated at the site of a previous C-section, producing a large hernia from the belly button to the pubic area.  Samedi opened up the abdomen, cut away the excess tissue, stitched the abdominal muscle together, and inserted a mesh to strengthen the abd wall at the site of the incision.  All went well, and though she’s going to have an ugly scar, the hernia was repaired successfully.

The next day a young man was brought in who had been in a fight with three other men.  He had three stab wounds, two in the back and one in the abdomen.  The two in the back had been deflected by the ribs and were superficial (He was lucky). The abdominal wound was more serious as the intestines had been perforated.  Again, I was given the opportunity to scrub-in, but declined, as I was not sure I had enough stamina to last thru the operation. Samedi opened him up, piled his small intestines on his abdomen, and began stitching up holes.  After examining every inch of the intestine that might have been damaged and repairing each hole, his abdomen was thoroughly rinsed with bleach water and he was closed up.  The defensive knife wounds on his right hand and one cut in his scalp were stitched up and he was moved to the surgery ward.  A few days later he went home. 

The next week I was assigned to work in the ER.  An old man showed up with a very infected finger.  He was taken to the Bloc for surgery and I followed along to observe.  Samedi had hopes of saving the finger, but as he cut away more and more dead flesh, it became obvious that there was nothing there to save, and eventyally the finger was amputated. 

The first week here Heather Haynes, a recent graduate of Southern Adventist University, showed me the ropes.  We visited the different departments and met the staff.  The departments are:
Urgency (ER)
Medicine
Bloc (Operating Room)
Maternity
Surgery (Recovery)
Pediatrics
TB
Cholera (An outbreak of cholera brought over a dozen patients to the hospital, one died.)

The Urgency (ER) is operated like a clinic. Each patient carries a little booklet, called a carnet, which contains his medical history.  At about 8 AM the sick come into the compound and present their carnet to the receiving nurse in the ER.  The patients are seen on a first come, first served basis.  There are exceptions of course; emergencies, being a VIP, being a member of the hospital stall, or being the friend of one of the ER nurses. The receiving nurse takes their vital signs, weights them, records this information in their carna, and gives the carna to the consulting nurse.  The consulting nurse, who functions like a nurse practioner in a clinic in the US, examines the patients and writes orders for labs where necessary.  After considering the complaint, the labs, the exam findings, the consulting nurse makes a diagnosis and writes orders for medications and treatments.  The patient then takes the orders to the cashier, pays for the drugs, medical supplies, or service, and then picks up the drugs or medical supplies at the pharmacy next door.  (By the way, the charges for medication and services are very low.  For example, the cost of a consultation and exam is $2.22 US, while an ultrasound exam is $10.  And if the patient can not pay, the government will pay for treatment if the disease or injury is life threatening.)  The patient returns to the ER with his medications and supplies where a nurse follows through with the consulting nurse’s orders.  IV’s are started and medications administered.  If the patient is admitted, he or she is assigned a bed in medicine, maternity, pediatrics, TB, or taken to surgery in the bloc.  After surgery the patient recovers in the surgery ward. 

This hospital keeps patient cost low by having the family care for the patient’s personal needs.  They bathe and clothe the patient, prepare and serve food, provide bed pans, and clean up any spilled body fluids.  The nurses give medications and perform nursing procedures, but they don’t do personal patient care.