Bere 2018 #7

Bere 2018 #7

Fatigue, a back ache, a runny nose, blood all over the front of my scrubs, that’s how I walk back to my place tonight at about 8PM. Went in at about 7 this morning and expected a slow day because there was only two planned surgeries today. But as always happens, what’s expected doesn’t happen. The staff is in mid-sign-out when I arrive. I stand in the back and listen to who came in overnight. Then there is a time where the staff can bring up issues they need to mention or complaints they have. There is a need of blood pressure cuffs, a computer that works in the surgical ward and someone is unhappy about the number of mosquitoes in the ER. Everyone else is laughing at him, because mosquitoes are everywhere. But he feels his workspace is inundated with them. I head to the OR to see who’s ready, and of course no one is. Then I find out the water is off, so we have to wait for water. Apparently there is one faucet designated for people of the village to come and fill up their containers. Someone broke this overnight, and it drained the elevated tank of all its water. So headed to the surgical ward for rounds. As I’ve mentioned, this is a lot of dressing changes. Some are accidents that are healing, others are post-surgical infections. I also have the old man that I put a small IV catheter through his abdomen yesterday, to buy me some time to operate on his urethral stricture today. He hasn’t eaten and I re-explain the different possibilities of the operation to him. Dilation of the stricture in the penis, or opening his penis and his bladder to fix the stricture, and the need for likely a lifetime of urethral dilations either way. And if the stricture couldn’t be repaired (to long a narrow area), then he may need a catheter in his abdomen for the rest of his life to drain the urine. He doesn’t like this possibility but says to do what I can for him. “Doc je une malade au uregence pour vous a regarde’.” (There is an ER patient to see). I head over there with the nurse. This 30-year-old guy has had abdominal pain for three days and it’s been intense. I touch his abdomen and its tense and very tender. He has what surgeons call a surgical abdomen- peritonitis. I write the orders and head to the OR. They have a patient in there, and the water has returned.

The first one is a 20-year-old girl with an abdominal mass with ascites. Dr. Sarah wants to do it with me, as she wants to broaden her experience in surgery. I lead her through the operation. She makes an incision in the skin, and we get to fascia right away, almost no fatty layer. Once we get into the peritoneum, we get some cloudy fluid. Feeling around, I do not feel metastasis everywhere like I suspected. Instead I feel large lumps in the mesentery, and a large lump in the retro peritoneum. I decide this must be abdominal tuberculosis. This is a great finding for her! This is treatable! When would you ever be happy about a diagnosis of tuberculosis? I take some fluid and send it to be evaluated for evidence of TB bacilli. I’m happy to give her a possibility of something treatable. As we finish up with her- I remind the staff that the guy in the ER should be next. They say they have a hernia next as the guy in the ER ate this morning. I’m not pleased about waiting, but think that is reasonable. I think nothing will move out of his stomach anyway, but decide not to say much more.

The next guy isn’t just a hernia, he has 3 hernias! One in both groin and one in his upper abdomen. There is a new doctor that showed up yesterday unannounced. So it is he that helps me with this one. It’s a slow process as we fix one hernia after the other. Eventually they are all fixed and he heads to the postop/preop area. They have the old man with the IV catheter in his abdomen and a urethral stricture there in the preop area. He is refusing to have the surgery as his family hasn’t arrived yet and he is adamant about having the IV catheter out of his abdomen saying he can pee just fine now. I don’t believe his AT ALL, but as I don’t feel like fighting in an old man who can make his own decisions, I pull it out. Had it been a woman or a child, I would have fought the husband or father for the good of the underdog. But this guy- no. They take him back to the surgical ward. It’s mid afternoon and the water is gone again. This time it’s the well pump. They have to take it to a town 3-4 hours away to try to get fixed. So now I have this emergent surgery and another one that just arrived with an ectopic pregnancy. Both HAVE to be done today. I ask the staff to get some water from a hand drawn well in the village, add bleach to it and use it to wash our hands and postop instruments. They put it in a bottle and dump it over our hands and arms as Dr. Sarah and I scrub for this guy. She opens up his abdomen along the middle from top to bottom. Im initially suspecting a gastric perforation as he has upper abdominal pain to begin with. But his intestine is really distended. As soon as we open the abdomen the intestines “jump” out, released from the confines of the abdominal wall. I see some of them in the lower abdomen are purple. (not great blood supply). I look around and realize that there is a volvulus. The intestines have twisted on themselves, blocking off their own blood supply. I untwist it and they look better within a few minutes. The large intestine fills with fluid as it continues on as well. At the end of surgery there is poop all over the operating room table as it was released. What a mess without much water. They have brought in more water and they clean up well.

The 22 year old woman is there in the preop area, lying under a sheet and with her head scarf on. She is obviously uncomfortable. I touch her abdomen and she winces in pain. Dr. Sarah does an ultrasound and confirms what appears to be a pregnancy outside the uterus with fluid (blood) in the abdomen. The generator has now quit as we take her into the operating room. They restart it and it runs for 10 seconds and shuts off. I hear that it is to “hot”. To me that means out of water for the radiator or out of oil. It runs in the hot season when it is 125 deg, so now when it’s 90, it should run just fine! Eventually the anesthetist comes in and says that we should proceed, as it won’t get fixed. So I run back home to get extra batteries for my headlamp and other lights that I happened to bring with me. I see Gabriel and he rounds up some more headlamps for us to use. It is very hot and still in the OR now. I figure it will be my sweat that will cool me now. We use cloth gowns here as they are reusable. As I open one of the gowns, I get a little odor of rotten flesh. OH NO, I hope these were cleaned and sterilized well after the leg amputation the other day. I ask if anyone else can smell something. They can’t, and my nose doesn’t work well anyway. So I hope I’m imagining things. I don’t see anything unusual, and the marking tape on this pack seems to have reached the temperature needed. Or at least black marks on the tape. I sure wish I KNEW that these were sterile. I wish we had a real, functional, electric autoclave!!! As we open this woman’s abdomen dark blood comes flowing out all over me. It quickly saturates through to my skin! And no water for a shower tonight. I wish I had thought to fill some buckets with water earlier in the day or when I arrived here! We find a small tubal pregnancy that has ruptured. We remove it and as we’re mid-surgery the electricity comes back on. Guess the generator is working again. The generator runs this hospital 24/7/365 days a year. It is one of the major expenses of running this hospital. More than all the salaries of the staff. In the end, I head home and find a washcloth that I saturate with water left in a cup that I had sitting out, and wipe the dried blood off me. I feel better, but not clean. I guess 9pm isn’t a time to try to find water in the village, it’s nice to sit under a fan though. I head back into the hospital to tell them I’m on call again and see a young student that is jaundiced and vomiting in the ER. I order some things and hope we can figure out something for him.

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Bere 2018 #6

Bere 2018 #6

It’s nearing sundown, about a half hour left and I want to get out and call my wife from that special tree on the road! We got done with rounds in the hospital by about noon, I rounded on surgical ward, and saw consults in the ER, and rounded the medical ward. In the ER there was a guy who had had a prostatectomy 2 months ago and was having urinary incontinence. As I looked at his abdomen, I could see his bladder poking up from below and went all the way to above his belly button. WOW that is a full bladder. I ordered a urine catheter and urine bag. They went of to the pharmacy to get them and came back with them. The nurse called me that she couldn’t get it in. I looked and she had only gotten in about 3 inches. It was sticking mid-penis. So I had them get a child’s sized one- also wouldn’t pass. I started talking to the nurse and I look over and the guy has the small catheter in his hand feeding it into his penis to try and get it through. I scold him- but also understand his desperation to have it in. Then the decision was- call in the OR crew for a stricturoplasty of the urethra now or get him by till tomorrow. I chose to get him by till tomorrow, review stricturoplasties (if I have anything that covers that)?! So I took a 16G iv catheter and poked it (sterilely) through his belly. We taped it in place and put and IV tubing to it with an empty IV bag and lay it on the ground. Urine was flowing freely out. Now I have bought myself some time to decide what’s best to do. He said the original catheter before surgery was a very small one so I suspect he had a stricture (narrowing) of the urethra back then. This can happen when the urine catheter balloon is not inflated in the correct spot, or other reasons too.

After getting him “tucked in”, I went to Dr. Olen’s motorcycle and jumpstarted it with a truck that had just come back from Lai. I ran it out to the airstrip about 15 min away to charge up the battery. On the way back, I ran out of gas. Gas is sold in the market in various sized glass bottles, but none out where I was. So I pushed the moto to the market and got a couple liters. Then it started right up again. Now I’m about an hour from sundown. I text Audrey to see if she can talk if I went to that special tree. She responds and I have about a half hour of sunlight left to run out the 20 min drive. Many people are walking along the road, motos are kicking up dust. Donkey pulled carts are carrying supplies. A bull cart is carrying a bunch of people. Kids are fishing in the rice swamps for catfish. Eventually I arrive at about the spot and I have 3G. I try for 5-10 minutes to get an internet signal- eventually it works and I’m able to connect. We have a good conversation, I’m blessed to have a wonderful wife and daughter!

I drive back in the dark, being pelted by bugs in my face and chest, but moving at least keeps the mosquitoes from having a festival on me like when I was talking on the phone. I sure hope I avoid malaria this time! I get back to the hospital and a nurse wants me to see a patient so I do. It’s that same guy. I reassure them a little blood in the tubing is expected and tell everyone I’m on call. Now I sit here in my room, with a ceiling fan running above me. Finally cooler that the whole rest of the day.

Bere 2018 #5

Bere 2018 #5

It was Sabbath, the day I choose to go to church. At the hospital, it is a minimalist day. The doctors generally see the patients the nurses have questions about and other than that, the nurses do the rounds and change dressings. Dressing changes are at least half of what’s on the surgical ward. Some are infections after an operation, and some are accidents that are taking a while to heal. The dressings are usually done with a dilute bleach solution- which helps with the infection too. So I went in, to check on people before going to church. The surgical nurse had me see one old guy who couldn’t pee, even though he was here for a foot infection. He got a urine test and a catheter. Another lady was in labor, and was progressing well, so I didn’t need to be involved with her- the nurses deliver all the normal deliveries. After I finished with the ones they wanted me to see, I found Dr. Sarah and Gabriel and we headed off to a church about 30 min away. Dr. Sarah wanted some exercise so she rode a bike, and Gabriel and I rode motos. We wove though the village. Every 100ft or so there were a group of kids playing or working it the gardens by their houses. As we would pass they would sing out “Nassarra, Nassarra,….”(white person) smiling and waving. A few chanted, “Nassarra donne le cado” (white person give a gift). We wove through the village along the mud path with large potholes. We would go around the edge to stay out of the water when possible. A few times the puddle took up the whole road, to the trees on either side or someone’s field. Then we would have to go through the edge of the puddle (almost pond like). It’s the rainy season, so all the fields are green and beautiful. We pulled up into a small building with a tin roof. When I went inside I realized it was one of the “one day churches”. These are buildings that have been put up by donations, and are metal, so the termites cant eat them. I think the design and longevity of these buildings are amazing. The hospital is at least half made by them too. The Sabbath school was being given in French and translated into Nangere (the local language). Some were sticking to the lesson, but others had some questions that weren’t related. “If you become a Seventh Day Adventist- do you have to be re-baptized?” “Why is Sabbath on Saturday and not Sunday?” “Is Sabbath or Sunday the first day of the week?” (If you question these same things- ask me in an email, and I’d be happy to respond.) As we were finishing Sabbath school, a nurse called Dr. Sarah saying that a woman had arrived who she thought had and ectopic pregnancy. Her hemoglobin was 4.2 (normal is above 12). Dr. Sarah ordered some blood to start, and a pregnancy test. When asked what her vital signs were the response was her blood pressure is 12/7 (120/70). So at least I knew she didn’t have a low blood pressure at the moment. I hopped back on the moto and headed back to the hospital. I walked past the people around the wards that were sprawled out under the trees and on mats on the ground. The delivery room only had this patient in it. There are 6 beds with curtain partitions in between. This young woman had about 3 old women with her and a brother of the husband. Almost all the people here are thin, and usually when they’re lying on their backs there abdomen sinks in. Hers was distended up! I touched it and she winced in pain. I suspected she had a belly full of blood. The story I heard was that she had been up in the capital 3 weeks ago and saw a doctor for pain and they did something and said she had a pregnancy outside the uterus (ectopic pregnancy). They recommended surgery. She didn’t do it and a week ago came home to Bere. The last three days she’s had abdominal distention and increased pain. So they brought her in to be seen here. As I finished talking to her the first bag of blood arrived. They said other family members were on their way. I went to the ultrasound room and got the ultrasoud. I jelled up her belly and put the probe on. She had a lot of fluid in the belly- blood! The uterus appeared empty and above the uterus I could see something round with a baby inside it. There was no heartbeat, as expected. Likely a tubal pregnancy. This was her first baby! She needed a lot of blood and an operation to remove the ectopic pregnancy. I know that the anesthetist (trained on the job) prefers spinals, but this girl needed Ketamine, since she was already short on blood and giving a spinal in this situation can kill the patient with hypotension. Phillipe (anesthetist) arrived a short time after my call. The nurse brought the patient to the OR and we started preparing her. Getting an additional IV, putting in a urine catheter, getting the OR pack opened with gloves, scapel, and suture opened on the pack. Then when Samadi, my assistant arrived, we scrubbed an we started. I chose a low phanynsteal incision, and as soon as I got in the abdomen, dark blood came up like a fountain. We suctioned 4 liters of blood and more was on the table and floor around us. Eventually I could see to continue and I started to take off the fallopian tube that was a mess. The little 2month old fully formed baby popped out one side. Each time I see a small fetus; I am amazed at all the tiny features that can be seen. I completed moving the mess and started washing out the abdomen to try to remove as much blood as possible. Remaining blood can give the patient an ileus (the intestines don’t work well and are kind of paralyzed). I washed out with half liters of saline and used about 8 of them sequentially. Eventually it was mostly clear. I closed up the different layers and we were done.

I now remembered that the missionaries were getting together for a late lunch and I hoped they were still together. I headed over and we hung out for many hours. Hanging out with them affirmed to me that missionaries are very special people. They leave what is comfortable and known to go somewhere to do humanitarian work, be the love of Christ to others, accept hardship in many areas of life, put their family members at risk for diseases unknown to the western world, and so many more things. We had a nice evening together and great food too!

Bere 2018 #4

Bere 2018 #4

The sun set with a cloudy sky and then a downpour hit! I had just been out on the road leading to Lai out near that special tree where there is better cell service with 3G. It was a little hit and miss, as it dropped the call with my wife a number of times in a few minutes of talking. But I think I was able to send emails. So hopefully you received #1-3. I was out at that special place when Dr. Sarah got a call that a special delegation was at the hospital from Ndjamena, and wanted to talk to the head medical doctor to answer some questions and fill in some paperwork that they had. I had chosen to take all the hospital call tonight as she has not been off call for 3 months. So doing non surgical call I hope will not be to taxing for my brain. Anyway since I’m on call, I decided to go meet with the delegation. I hopped on the motorcycle and made a hasty retreat back the 10 miles or so to the hospital. Just as I got there the downpour started. There were 3 doctors here and a couple others. They were here in a program with an NGO that works through world health organization with regards to maternal and neonatal health. They wanted to do a short evaluation of the hospital and fill out some paperwork to turn in to the NGO. They said that the materials or education that is lacking would be funded through the NGO to improve maternal and children’s health. So the one I went with, wanted to see the OR and write down how many sterile packs we had for C-sections, hysterectomies, repairs of episiotomies, suction apparatus for retained placental products, oxygen machines, baby incubator… Then he asked what kind of doctors worked here and that there should be a OB/GYN, surgeon, pediatrician, anesthetist, general practitioner, midwife… Hmmmm. Currently there is only me and Dr. Sarah. Last week it was only Dr. Sarah for most of the last 3 months. For each of the OR packs they asked if all the instruments were inside, I said that we had 2 of each but that the normal number of clamps in each one is about half of the important ones. They asked if the scissors were sharp. Definitely NOT! So they registered 1 for each. Later on, we all got together and summarized their findings of the three partially filled booklets. Then they wanted the hospital stamp on a fourth empty one and my signature. So I signed a blank page that they will fill out later, another Hmmmm. I think I’m jaded from working in Cameroon. We had similar situations in Cameroon, and money was sent to our hospital in Cameroon but never made it to us. One of the times we were to get money, the medical director of the district took the money and bought himself a nice new 4×4 truck. So jaded, I am! After about 1.5 hours, they decided we were done and since it had rained they wanted a hotel or place to pass the night. There aren’t any in Bere nor rooms ready at the hospital that I’m aware of. So I sent them to ask a worker. They left and I did too.

While I’m here I’ve hired a guy to cook for me. He has cooked for other missionaries. I do not like cooking and here everything takes a long time to cook. Pluck the rocks our of the beans, pick the bugs out of the rice, go buy some vegetable so put in the beans and maybe some tomato paste, then its time to cook. This may take hours as the beans are super hard and dry. So between the time effort and my dislike for cooking I’ve hired Joshua. So I get “home” this evening and there is the local millet paste, a peanut sauce with green small leaves, and deep fried okra. Yum, I like all of it. Also a loaf of fresh bread. I put some peanut butter on that. Wish I had some butter, but the local margarine is awful tasting. So I had my fill then went back to the hospital to check in with each of the nurses to let them know that I was the one on call and to not bother Dr. Sarah. So I’m praying for rest tonight! As I write I can hear a sheep bleating directly behind my house, frogs croaking near by and crickets chirping. This is nature.