Greetings from Hawassa!
December 1, 7 pm: Listening to Amy Goodman's Democracy
Now! Lying on the bed where I have been reading about
glomerulonephritis and nephrotic syndrome, diseases of the kidneys
that I haven't seen for the last few decades but of which I saw a lot
this week and am having to scramble to understand and treat. One
young man probably has post-streptococcal glomerulonephritis from a
case of impetigo that he recently had. The other has severe body
swelling from nephrotic syndrome whose origins are not well
understood. These are diseases, particularly the nephrotic syndrome,
that are usually cared for by renal specialists, but as I look around
the room and the ward and the hospital, I don't find any! And when
the 16 year old patient with terrible rheumatic heart disease went
into a heart arrhythmia called atrial fibrillation today, again I
expected to turn to a specialist but he/she just doesn't appear. So I
go to the books, discuss with my very knowledgeable Ethiopian
colleagues and take a stab at understanding and treating.
Today we lost another patient to
tetanus, which just burns me up. Such a terrible waste of life to
such a preventable yet excruciatingly painful death. I told my
colleagues at rounds today that I wanted to arm myself with syringes
filled with tetanus toxoid and go house to house grabbing people and
injecting them.
I feel for the lovely young interns with whom I now oversee “the
men's side”. They have had 2 deaths this week of young men because
we didn't have the equipment we need and we have 2 patients on the
ward with severe rheumatic valvular disease for whom there is no
hope. There is almost no cardiac surgery in Ethiopia and it is more
expensive than 99% of Ethiopians can afford, and these are young
people who developed their disease because they couldn't get
penicillin for their sore throats. One man began crying after his
echocardiogram, knowing that he didn't have the 125,000 birr it would
take to replace his valves. The other is a child – only 16 years
old, who looks like he is 11 years old – for whom it is a tragedy
to be spending so much of his shortened life in a hospital.
It is now December 2, International
AIDS Day. I am preparing to go tomorrow to Addis to the International
Conference on AIDS and Sexually Transmitted Diseases in Africa. Found
out after I applied that George W. Bush will be there to establish
his legacy as the PEPFAR President. When I speak to Ethiopians about
him, they say how much they admire him, in part because PEPFAR, which
provides Highly Active Anti-Retroviral Treatment (HAART or HIV
treatment) to AIDS patients. They say that at least he paid some
attention to Africa, whereas Obama, for which they had so much hope,
has done little or nothing. Their hopes, which were so high for
Obama, have been dashed.
I spent the first night after learning
that Bush was coming to Addis thinking about protesting his criminal
behavior. I didn't sleep much. But I am a guest in a country I love
among people that I respect and honor whose experience of George Bush
is obviously much different from mine. The issue of PEPFAR itself is
a complicated one. It was a day-late, dollar-short proposal that was
a huge gift to the American pharmaceutical companies, because its
rules are that all drugs must be bought from the multinationals, not
from Indian or African companies. It was also poorly funded: only $15
billion which when considering the high expense of the US
pharmaceuticals would not have gone very far. However, it was
supplemented to $60 billion and in actual fact, as Paul Farmer has
said, has saved many, many lives. I cannot argue that. I am grateful
for those meds. And though those meds and the laboratory testing used
to apply them have been restricted in their intent – only for HIV
patients – in fact there has been dissemination of the benefits to
non-AIDS patients. The nutritional supplements meant for AIDS wasting
find themselves in the bellies of starving people, the electrolyte
testing get used to evaluate diabetics, etc. So that I guess the
rising tide is lifting some unintended boats. I am grateful for the
lives saved by PEPFAR.
On a lighter note, life outside the
hospital is good. We are making good friends and enjoying the harvest
time – cattle are gleaning the remains in the cornfields, the
donkey carts are loaded with the hay that is sickled by hand from the
fields. We became very grateful to those harvesters after they hacked
down the weeds and grass right around our guest house. Three of our
residents had spotted a large black mamba, one of the deadliest
snakes in the world, circled and digesting a small animal right on
our front porch over a week ago. Weeds must go! They did. Now only
the hyenas remain as a reminder of our vulnerability to wilderness.
Whoooo—oop!
This morning El had visitors as he was
hammering away on his paper on sorcery. A male and female
silver-cheeked hornbill, each 2 feet long, began hammering on our big
picture windows that mirror from the outside. They are fantastic. We
had seen them in the large fig trees by the lake but never up here.
El got some great pictures.
This morning we admitted a man who
probably has Staph aureus meningitis, which requires a drug called
vancomycin, which our hospital does not have. We sent out the family
to search for it at the pharmacies in town. At the same time he
needed a ct, but the ct machine had broken. And we just found out
that we can get no more regular X-rays because there are no more
films to develop them on. So we adapt and do without till we can get
what we need. The amazing thing is that, since Dr. Birre and I have
started raising issues about the poor quality of the microbiology lab
we have begun to get positive results from the staining of the
original specimens.
As always, we miss you terribly. We
love our wonderful friends in Springfield and Amherst and Northampton
and our family scattered around the country.
Please write and tell us your news.
On to Addis and ICASA. Love, Marty
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