Saturday, April 13, 2013

Celebration of Sight

While back in Krissy's home state of Minnesota, we are celebrating snow in April (right?!?), she gets to celebrate something way more awesome on the good ship Mercy . . .

They call it the “Celebration of Sight”, otherwise known as one-day post-op appointments for our cataract patients.  Adult patients are only admitted for surgery with us if they have bilateral (both eyes) cataracts and we remove one of them.  They are outpatient procedures, the patients are gathered on the dock in the morning and discharged by that evening, to return to the clinic to have the bandages removed the next day.
Guinean people aren’t nearly as expressive as the previous people groups I’ve worked with in Africa. The first several men had their bandages removed and guarded their reactions carefully, expressing very little as they squinted and shifted and moved to be examined. Then, a dear little woman of probably fifty or so years was led to sit down and I could tell she was nervous and unsure.  We try to explain to them the process but you know that many of them never really understand… I wonder if she had any idea what was about to happen.  A glance at her admissions paperwork told me her vision before surgery was “hm” – hand motions only, unable to even tell you how many fingers you were holding up in front of her cloudy eyes.  As her bandage was removed, she hesitantly lifted her eyelids and allowed the eye team member clean her face. Once he stepped away, she looked directly at me, and I smiled a reassuring smile at her.  Mama, I said, You can see me. She clasped her hands in front of her mouth as though holding in all she wanted to express. The tears started flowing, her hands rose first to the heavens to thank God and then out to me to show her gratitude.  I never thought I would see again, she quietly explained. Never. Oh, thank you God.  My tears began flowing along with hers as I held her trembling hands in my own and smiled, no more words were necessary.

Friday, April 12, 2013

The calendar . . .


The calendar says it's spring!  Even though this is our third day of snow in a row . . .
 And I'm quite eager to get outside and start the yard work . . . after the snow melts!

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Not just medical . . .

Some of the crew aboard the Africa Mercy have found a very unique way to serve in Guinea.  Two mums aboard the ship have freely given to this cause.  Without being graphic, read on and I think you'll understand.

Babies Without Milk was started by a woman named Estel who saw babies dying after their mothers had died because they had no source of healthy nutrition.  If you have a baby in Guinea you are 20 times more likely to die in childbirth than if you have a baby in the United States.  That number is staggering to me.  The result of that statistic is hundreds of babies who are left without a mother and, in most cases, without good nutrition.  It is no wonder, then, that almost 6 out of 100 babies die in this country as so many babies are left without proper nutrition and care.

But Estel saw that need and with the Lord’s blessing created a ministry.  She now has around 200 babies who come to this courtyard compound every 2 weeks to receive formula.  They are brought by siblings, aunts, grandmothers, neighbors, or whoever has decided to take on the duty of caring for them after their mothers have died.  It broke my heart to see all these babies and know that they would never know their mothers but also so thankful that they will, hopefully, avoid that second statistic thanks to their caregivers and this ministry.
Driving the 45km to get to the distribution site (the furthest I’ve been away from the ship) proved a bit more difficult than we anticipated since all the lanes of traffic go the other direction in the morning. But after 2 hours of traffic, wrong turns, unhappy babies, puking and wonderful policemen helping us with directions, we made it.   We walked into a courtyard filled with women and babies and immediately our three babies were snatched up by the women and tiny African babies placed in our hands.  To say the difficult journey was worth it would be an enormous understatement. 
We stayed in that courtyard for a couple hours passing around sweet babies and allowing our babies to be passed around.  It was beautiful.  Cora, I will say, gets baby of the year award for being a total trooper the entire day.  She loved the attention and was happy to be with whoever wanted her. 
Thankfully it was not nearly as traumatic as the journey there.  As we arrived back at the ship I got the sense that we all couldn’t believe how blessed we felt to have experienced the Lord’s work so intimately.
Sometimes it is so easy to get overwhelmed by the need here in Guinea.   We have seen and been privileged to be a part of ministries doing amazing things in this country but there are still thousands of people with illnesses we can’t treat. There are patients who have surgeries that aren’t successful.  People still die.  Sometimes you wonder if we are even making a difference, but then you spend time holding babies that are most likely alive because of one woman who saw a need and reached out.  We cannot possibly help everyone we come in contact with but we can continue to touch each person that enters our life and show them the Love of Jesus.
Our Chief surgeon Gary Parker says, “We cannot change the whole world, but we can change the whole world for one person.”  If we allow God’s love to flow through us to others we can be a part of changing the world for someone and in the end we might just realize that along the way our own world has been changed more than we ever thought possible. 

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

If . . .

If you were vacuuming and found an m & m, what would you do?  I ate the one I found today!  (: 

Friday, April 5, 2013

Hand on Heart

Frida, a nurse from the UK shared this story on her blog today - another life changed through surgery on the ship.

I want to tell you about a 19 year old patient we discharged today. He came in with severe burnt contractions on both arms, leaving his arms fixed in a bent position. Two years ago his house caught on fire, and to be honest, he is lucky to be alive. Since his surgery, where skin grafts were taken from his leg and grafted to his arms and armpits, he has had to wear uncomfortable splints to keep his arms elevated and he's had to do hourly exercises to stretch and bend his arms and shoulders.

In the beginning of his recovery I had time to sit with him and assist with his exercises, and though at first he complained about it, it wasn't long before his attitude changed. That day he was able to eat by himself, even if it took a lot of effort to make the spoon reach his mouth. I told him that after 3 days he should be able to eat with his hands. He laughed at me. At the end of the day, after hours of exercises, he told me he should be able to eat with his hand the next day. That was with the left hand, the good one. I told him to keep exercising and he would be able to eat with his right hand after three days. When that day arrived I went down to the hospital to see him, and didn't I see him eat with his right hand! Since then I have been encouraging him and I've told him that before he leaves us he should be able to place his hand over his heart. Every day I would ask him how he's doing and he would smile and shake his head, still a long way to go.

As I returned from the islands this morning he called out to me from the outpatient's tent, and as I went up to greet him he told me he would be leaving to go back home today. As we said goodbye he placed his right hand on his heart, with a smile on his face, and I have no words to express how I felt. Thank you God for your faithfulness and your loving care!

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Marietou

This is the most lovely story of one of the patients we prayed for last week and how God has been faithful to her in her life.  It's a long post by Anna, but definitely worth the time to read every single word.  To God be the glory! 

Marietou. Three surgeries down, one to go!

During my time aboard the Africa Mercy, I have immensely enjoyed caring for each and every one of my patients! However, few have captured my heart like Marietou. She came to the ship just a week or so after I arrived in January. I briefly mentioned her a few blog posts ago, but she is an incredible young woman and deserves a post dedicated solely to her and her story.  A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to sit down with Marietou and her cousin Djeneba to learn a little bit about her history and the path that has led her to the Africa Mercy. Marietou currently has a trach and is unable to speak. Through Djeneba, a hospital translator, and some creative charades, she and Djeneba were able to share a little of their story with me.
Marietou was born in a rural village in Mali to a poor family. She had no running water, electricity, indoor plumbing, or other modern amenities. According to Marietou and Djeneba, she is one of many siblings and had a very loving mother and father. When she was two years old she began to have persistent fevers and head pain, most likely malaria.  Her mother and father were concerned for their daughter but had no way to take her to a doctor or pay for medical care. Her fevers worsened. Then one day “the sickness began to eat Marietou’s nose.” Marietou had Noma, a prevalent disease in this part of the world that mainly affects small children who are malnourished and have an extremely weak immune system. It is caused by bacteria that you and I may easily come in contact with, but also easily fight off. It causes gangrenous lesions in the mouth and nose, eventually leading to tissue death. Its estimated that 90% of children who get Noma die. Noma has not been seen in the Western world or developed countries since Nazi concentration camps during World War II. Because Marietou was already sick and undernourished she was susceptible to Noma. 
Marietou’s upper lip and nose began to be consumed by the gangrenous infection. Her parents still had no way to take her to a doctor or hospital. They tried common home remedies such as putting boiled leaves on the infected tissue. The Noma continued to eat away at her oral and nasal cavities. Her family traveled with her for days until they arrived at the closest hospital. According to Djeneba, they truly thought Marietou would die on the way to seek help. When they arrived at the hospital Marietou was in serious condition. There was no way to reverse the damage that had been done, but they could stop it by cutting away to already infected tissue and treating her with antibiotics. Djeneba says that the doctor cut away the remaining part of Marietou’s mouth and nose because it was already “dead from the sickness.”
Marietou before any surgical intervention, using medical
 tape to cover the hole that opens to her nasal cavity
Marietou, although permanently disfigured, made a full recovery.  She was left with a gaping hole in her face, looking directly into her nasal cavity.  This also left her more susceptible to other infections. According to Marietou, her family showed her the utmost support and love. This is somewhat of a rarity in her society where many physical ailments are seen as shameful or as caused by demons and evil spirits. Sufferers of Noma are often abused or shunned.  Although her family always treated her well and she suffered no abuse, she was unable to go to school and seldom left her family’s compound. The outside world was cruel to her, making her feel worthless and unloved.  According to Djeneba, Marietou was always very shy and closed off, even to her family.
     When Marietou was a teenager a man who lived very close to her family came to her father and asked if he could take her as his second wife. Plural marriage is very common here. He needed another wife to take on some of the responsibilities of his compound and care for children. Her father was extremely reluctant, fearing that Marietou would be abused by the man and ridiculed by his other wives. The man promised to treat her well and in lieu of his fears, Marietou’s father agreed to the marriage. However, they agreed that Marietou would help in her husband’s compound and do the required work, but that she would still spend much of her time with her parents. Their fear of her being brutally treated and abused prevented them from giving up their daughter completely.  However, according to Marietou their fears had been in vain. She says that her husband was always treated her kindly. Since their marriage, Marietou has had three children.
       Three years ago Marietou heard of a non-governmental organization working in Guinea that might be able to help her. She traveled from her native Mali to stay with her cousin Djeneba in Guinea. The organization said they could help Marietou and prepared to fly her to Switzerland for treatment. However, her treatment was delayed because of the unstable political climate in Guinea at the time. It was very difficult to get the required visas and governmental permission to go to Switzerland. Three years passed and still Marietou was waiting. She had not been back to Mali or seen her children. They remained in the care of her parents. Then a doctor that worked with the organization heard that Mercy Ships would be coming to Conakry, Guinea. The doctor had heard of Mercy Ships before and knew that it was one of the few medical organizations working in Africa that did Noma surgery on the continent, without taking the patients to Europe. He helped Djeneba and Marietou travel to Conakry for the Mercy Ships screening this past August. Marietou was scheduled for surgery!
     As scheduled, Marietou and Djeneba arrived at Mercy Ships in late December. Her first surgery was not scheduled until February but they needed to arrive early to complete some medical testing. A series of extensive reconstructive surgeries were required in order to give Marietou a new mouth and nose.
     Marietou was admitted to D ward just a few days after I had arrived at the ship. She had been staying at the Hope Center until her surgery date, but was admitted early with persistent nausea and vomiting.  Apparently she had been suffering from frequent nausea and vomiting on and off for the past few years. As I admitted her to the isolation room and started an IV, it was evident even that there was something special about her and her cousin Djeneba. Marietou weighed in at a mere 41 kilograms (90 lbs). For someone of her height she was extremely underweight and needed some serious TLC in order to get her ready for surgery. 
     At the beginning of February Marietou had her first surgery. Using cartilage from her ribs and skin grafts from her scalp, forehead, and thigh, the surgeon was able to recreate nose and upper lip area. They then used a graft from her tongue to create a palate, hopefully allowing her to speak normally after all the surgeries are finished. Because of swelling and airway clearance, a trach and feeding tube with necessary for Marietou. Patiently she waited for 21 days with the scalp flap still connected to facilitate blood flow to her new nose and with her tongue sutured to the top of her mouth. Her skull was exposed where they took the scalp flap, and she endured painful dressing changes every other day. She continued to have severe nausea and vomiting, requiring a J-tube, or a feeding tube going directly into her small intestine and bypassing the stomach to allow for better absorption. After 3 weeks she had her second surgery. This time the surgeons disconnected the connecting scalp tissue from her new nose and moved it back to its rightful place to cover her skull. Then they flipped her bottom lip up and around, creating an extremely tiny mouth, but also creating an upper lip where there was none before. 12 days later she had another surgery, releasing her mouth slightly, but still leaving it quite small. Her tongue is still sutured to the roof of her mouth. She still has a trach and a J-tube.  In 10 days she will have yet another surgery to release her tongue and mouth completely, allowing her to speak and giving her a normal shaped mouth with a bottom and top lip. At that point her trach and feeding tube will be removed.
  Through it all Marietou has had an amazing attitude. From the very beginning, she was told by Dr. Gary that it would be very, very long road, that it might seem worse before it gets better, and that it wouldn’t be easy.  Her response to this was “I am willing to stay here as long as you are willing to treat me.” Marietou was happy just to have the chance to receive any kind of medical treatment. She was overjoyed to be seen and to be treated as a human being.  She had been denied that basic right so often through out her life, and she had often been treated as less than human because of her condition. The way in which we are treating her physical ailment was obvious from the beginning, but what has been more striking has been her emotional transformation. When she first arrived on the ship she was incredibly ashamed of her face. She would always keep a piece of tape over the hole where her nose should have been, and frequently covered it with a scarf. She went from being quite and timid, almost afraid to speak, to laughing, playing, and joking with the nurses and other patients. Her personality has begun to shine! In the midst of all of the pain she has kept such a good attitude. Of course there are good days and bad days, but you can see her positivity each and every day. She can hardly move her mouth or face at the moment, but you can tell when she is laughing at our attempts to make her smile because of the way her shoulders shake up and down. Just yesterday we had her out of her bed and she was dancing (to the Spice Girls)! Arms up in the air, dancing! Today I stopped by deck 7 while the patients were outside and found her pulling one of the nurses in a red flyer wagon!  Even though we don’t speak the same language, and very few of the translators speak her language, we have communicated much. She still has a ways to go, but I am so thankful that I have been able to accompany her on part of her journey. From the moment she stepped aboard the Africa Mercy, it was clear that she was a strong woman, but her strength, perseverance, and good humor has been a blessing to all of the nurses in D ward.
 Marietou’s cousin Djeneba also deserves her 15 minutes of fame! Djeneba is 26 years old with a playful spirit and great sense of humor. Not only has she been a joy to have on the ward, she has gone above and beyond in caring for Marietou! For over two months she has slept on a mattress underneath Marietou’s bed, helping care for her day and night. Only once in two months has she left the ship! This girl deserves big time cousin bonus points. In all seriousness, the selfless love that Djeneba has shown not only to Marietou, but to other patients as well, has been an example to us all!

 Djeneba!
I will keep you updated on Marietou’s progress. She is healing extremely well, but still struggling with some malnutrition issues. Please keep her and Djeneba in your thoughts and prayers! I will definitely post photos after she has her final surgery!
Thanks for reading!

Monday, April 1, 2013

Great Day to Get A Head!

It's been a fun April Fool's Day at our house!  Sam got the first head of the day when he put a load of laundry in this morning.  He tried to get me back by putting it the dryer but it just didn't work . . .
Micah met the other head at breakfast.  He was chillin'  . . .
Matt's head was left on his dresser and he thought it was "creepy" so he hid it in the clean laundry to get Micah and it worked!  


One of the guys will be going up to the U - he got a free ride!  Not sure what we'll do with the other young man's head, so if you have any thoughts . . . 

HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!