Time is a funny thing, it seems like just yesterday that I arrived in Malawi; yet my first day, when everything about Lilongwe was foreign and new, seems like such a long time ago- a distant dream. In two months the guesthouse became my home, its inhabitants my family; my coworkers became good friends and KCH and the Baylor clinic became familiar places of work. Simultaneously, throughout the summer I remained an outsider in Malawi and never ceased to be shocked, awed, horrified and amazed by my everyday experiences. Time is also funny in the way that it flies by. I wrote the below as I was flying out of Lilongwe, but haven’t had time to sit and reflect in order to complete my final entry until today, August 22, a month after my departure:
This will be my final blog entry for the summer, as my work at KCH concluded on Friday. I will now be traveling to Tanzania where I meet my parents for ten days of safari before traveling to England and then home to start second year of medical school! When I try to summarize my summer, what I learned, how I changed, what my impressions are I find that there is no concise answer largely because there is no consistent answer. In 48 hours in Malawi I went from correctly diagnosing a child in sickle crisis (when my attending initially disagreed with my conclusion), to spending hours at the guesthouse after work feeling bored and confined, to meeting President Clinton, to seeing children die in the clinic. Beyond highs and lows, this summer was marked by contrast: boredom and overstimulation, joy and horror, the list goes on and on.
Even a final status update of my work is troublesome. I successfully completed final drafts of all of the enrollment forms and constructed the data dictionary which will be used by UNC database developers to collect and organize data. It is hard to explain how five 5-page Word documents, and five Excel spreadsheets feel like a full summer’s worth of work. Creating these documents was at times mind-numbing: reformatting, rewording, re-numbering- the subtleties and details to attend to were endless. Yet these forms in all of their minutiae were important. In working on the ground level of the study, it was essential to get all of these elements right so that the data collected once enrollment begins can be meaningfully analyzed. It may seem a stretch, but I truly believe that I was able to contribute to the study by creating these forms. (To those who are incredulous, believe me, I have had many doubts about how meaningful my contributions to the project were and are.)
A month after my return when I reflect on what I have taken away from my experience in Malawi contradictions continue to abound. When people ask me how my summer was my first answer is always “Great! I had a wonderful time!” and then they ask what I was doing…and I get flustered because how do I explain that I was working with HIV-positive infants all summer and having a wonderful time? The truth is that often, in the moment, I wasn’t. It was often painful, frustrating, and humbling work. Yet I am so thankful for this opportunity to see the non-glamorous, non-Western side of medicine. I believe my work this summer helped me appreciate what is truly at stake when I say I want to be a doctor. It helped me understand the value, fragility and transience of life. More importantly (for a budding M.D.) my experiences helped me understand that physicians are alternately uniquely empowered to save lives and utterly powerless against the host of diseases, aging processes and accidents that the human body is subject to.
By taking on this profession I feel that I am becoming even more mortal, even more vulnerable to these forces. As a doctor your job becomes part of who you are; to me, my potential to be a good doctor is already inextricably bound to my potential to be the best ‘me’ that I can be. That means I am volunteering to subject not just my body, but my esteem and my psyche to the onslaught of disease, age and trauma. I am training to spend my life battling back these forces, and more often than not (as we all die of something), I will lose and will have to accept these losses so as to help my patients do the same.
When I consider the question of whether I would like to do something similar in the future and my advice to others who plan to do similar work abroad a variety of answers and an even greater abundance of questions arise. First and foremost, my answer is yes, I had an amazing and intense and growth-provoking summer that solidified my desire to do similar work in the future. Furthermore, I would certainly recommend such an experience to other medical students. There are, however, many caveats to that answer.
The first and most important caveat is that when working in a resource-limited setting I think it is imperative to consider the resources you consume in contrast to the services you are able to provide. Often American students are congratulated for their giving spirit when they travel to the ‘developing world’ to ‘volunteer’. Personally, I am under no illusion that I contributed more than I consumed this summer. What I hope is that this experience will form a cornerstone of my medical education that will allow me to provide better care for my current SHAC HIV clients and for my future patients, wherever those patients may be located.
In terms of recommendations for students who are interested in similar work, I would say the two most important keys to success are to find a mentor and, above all to be flexible! I was assigned my mentor, so I can’t take credit for, or offer much advice on, finding a good mentor. I can share are the qualities of this relationship that I believe were critical to the project’s success. My mentor and I shared the same set of values and basic viewpoints on academic medical work in the developing world. This was important because I was confident that he wouldn’t put me in situations where I felt my values were being compromised. We also saw eye-to-eye on goals for the summer, and while my mentor was happy to work with me to set goals, he was also great at challenging me while offering resources for support. He allowed me to work independently, but made sure that I knew where to go if I reached impedance.
In terms of being flexible, there is no set of instructions I can give on how to be flexible (speaking of contradictions!) I find that for myself, being humble helps me to be flexible. The project didn’t get IRB approved until after I left Malawi, which meant I wasn’t able to work on patient enrollment. This was disappointing, but I don’t posses some set of patient enrollment skills that were critical to the project. I was able to contribute in other meaningful ways and learned a lot doing so.
When I would set up meetings with people in the hospital more often than not, they didn’t show up. The second best option was that they were at least 45 minutes late. Again, this was frustrating, but I had a summer off; I had time to wait around. If my meeting was with a counselor or clinical officer or physician there time was more valuable than mine. Moreover, being open to learning from observation allowed me to use the hours I spent sitting with patients in waiting areas of the hospital to consider the healthcare system from the patient’s perspective, to learn more about family dynamics, and to reflect on my daily experiences.
It is difficult to sum-up my two month experience in Malawi (hence the length of this post.) In closing, I would just like to express how thankful I am. For the financial support of the UNC EPS Fellowship Program and Carolina Medical Student Research Fund; for the emotional support of my family, my friends and my adopted guesthouse family; for the academic support from the UNC ID and UNC Project faculty and from the Baylor Pediatric AIDS Corps physicians and clinical officers; and for all of you who followed my summer of adventure through this blog.
After a week of classes as an MS2 I find that this summer left me feeling revived, ready to take on another years worth of medical school. Somehow, from all of the chaos, the joy, the pain, and the heartache I witnessed and experienced this summer I have been able to find an intangible peace and resolve which are the most significant things I have taken away from this experience. So to all who made this possible, zikomo kwamberi (thank you very much).
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Sunday, August 22, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
More Suprises: Teachers, Epidemics and a Celebrity Visitor
Something that I learned early on in studying HIV/AIDS is that the epidemic is vastly different in every setting. This lesson is reiterated weekly as I discuss the client population at the Durham SHAC HIV testing site with my co-coordinators who work at the Carrboro SHAC HIV testing site. With such different populations and two different epidemiological pictures of HIV/AIDS in towns as close as Carrboro and Durham, it seems ludicrous that HIV/AIDS in Africa is so often spoken of as one single epidemic.
So often in both popular media and academic discourse we hear of the HIV/AIDS epidemic of Sub-Saharan Africa. How imprecise! It seems that such a concept must have extremely limited utility, if any at all, considering the wide variety of cultures, economic structures, and public health infrastructure the term Sub Saharan Africa encompasses. (In fact, I think the Western World spends far too much time lumping African or Sub-Saharan African countries together as if they are all the same)
Returning to the idea of the diverse picture of HIV/AIDS, one critical aspect of epidemiology is high risk groups. These groups vary greatly with the setting, though surely there are some common high risk groups sex workers, and men who have sex with men, for example. Today I was suprised to learn that in Malawi the number three high risk group (behind sex workers and police men) is teachers!
The salary and societal position of teachers in Malawi affords them power, which some use for transactional sex. Apparently, teacher/student sexual relations are not uncommon in Malawi. Moreover, teachers are often posted in remote areas where they are isolated from other similarly educated people which leads to promiscuity and transactional sex. This causes problems not only for the spreading of HIV, but also because teachers are supposed to be teaching their students about the virus and how to protect themselves. Yet according to the physician I was speaking with this morning, teachers have many misconceptions about HIV/AIDS and by-and-large are not equipped to provide accurate information.
In response to this problem, teachers are being targeted by non-profit risk-reduction agencies. In educating teachers these organizations are thus able to prevent the spread of HIV through a high-risk population and discount misconceptions and myths so that Malawian teachers are better able to inform their students about HIV/AIDS.
This lesson has reinforced to me the danger of making assumptions about populations or individuals and their risk level. It also makes me think that in facing this epidemic collective honesty and compassion are essential to making any headway against the disease. Shame so often keeps people from disclosing their status, or even from asking questions to obtain an understanding of HIV/AIDS- an understanding that could be critical to avoid becoming infected. Yet changing the societal structures that allow the powerful to manipulate others for sex, that put children at risk and that disenfranchise women is equally important. Whether in Durham or Lilongwe HIV/AIDS thrives on inequality and we cannot eradicate one without minimizing the other.
Postscript:
Leaving the clinic today I got a call that Bill Clinton was coming to the hospital! The Clinton Foundation donated a new maternity wing so he was coming for a tour. I got to meet him and had a group photo op. Pictures of weeks 1-3 to be posted this weekend!
So often in both popular media and academic discourse we hear of the HIV/AIDS epidemic of Sub-Saharan Africa. How imprecise! It seems that such a concept must have extremely limited utility, if any at all, considering the wide variety of cultures, economic structures, and public health infrastructure the term Sub Saharan Africa encompasses. (In fact, I think the Western World spends far too much time lumping African or Sub-Saharan African countries together as if they are all the same)
Returning to the idea of the diverse picture of HIV/AIDS, one critical aspect of epidemiology is high risk groups. These groups vary greatly with the setting, though surely there are some common high risk groups sex workers, and men who have sex with men, for example. Today I was suprised to learn that in Malawi the number three high risk group (behind sex workers and police men) is teachers!
The salary and societal position of teachers in Malawi affords them power, which some use for transactional sex. Apparently, teacher/student sexual relations are not uncommon in Malawi. Moreover, teachers are often posted in remote areas where they are isolated from other similarly educated people which leads to promiscuity and transactional sex. This causes problems not only for the spreading of HIV, but also because teachers are supposed to be teaching their students about the virus and how to protect themselves. Yet according to the physician I was speaking with this morning, teachers have many misconceptions about HIV/AIDS and by-and-large are not equipped to provide accurate information.
In response to this problem, teachers are being targeted by non-profit risk-reduction agencies. In educating teachers these organizations are thus able to prevent the spread of HIV through a high-risk population and discount misconceptions and myths so that Malawian teachers are better able to inform their students about HIV/AIDS.
This lesson has reinforced to me the danger of making assumptions about populations or individuals and their risk level. It also makes me think that in facing this epidemic collective honesty and compassion are essential to making any headway against the disease. Shame so often keeps people from disclosing their status, or even from asking questions to obtain an understanding of HIV/AIDS- an understanding that could be critical to avoid becoming infected. Yet changing the societal structures that allow the powerful to manipulate others for sex, that put children at risk and that disenfranchise women is equally important. Whether in Durham or Lilongwe HIV/AIDS thrives on inequality and we cannot eradicate one without minimizing the other.
Postscript:
Leaving the clinic today I got a call that Bill Clinton was coming to the hospital! The Clinton Foundation donated a new maternity wing so he was coming for a tour. I got to meet him and had a group photo op. Pictures of weeks 1-3 to be posted this weekend!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Impressions Part 2: Surprises
Since coming to Malawi many people have asked me some version of the same question: Is it what you thought it would be? Well, thanks to the breakneck pace of medical school I had very little time to consider what I might be getting myself into, and even less time to develop preconceived notions of how I might find Malawi or my project. That being said, I have been surprised, almost daily, by my experiences in Malawi. To alter the tone from my last post, most of the surprises I discuss here have been pleasant and/or interesting surprises and have in some cases bolstered my resolve to continue my work and to continue seeking out new experiences.
In considering two children who are treated in a Malawian hospital, both for pneumonia, one could reasonably guess that if one child was HIV-positive and one was HIV-negative the child without HIV would have the better prognosis. In actuality I can say very little about the prognosis of children admitted to KCH with pneumonia. However, what I have been surprised to find is that of these two hypothetical children, the HIV-positive child is likely to get a much higher quality of care. Moreover, in a hospital like KCH, where children die not just because of their pneumonia (or any other chief complaint), but are daily threatened by medical error, poor hygiene, understaffing and limited resources, the quality and regularity of care are essential variables in determining prognosis.
The reason for this disparity of care is that all HIV-positive children at KCH are referred to the Baylor Pediatric HIV program. This program provides treatment and care to over 2,000 exposed or infected children. If an HIV-positive child (or a breastfeeding child born to an HIV-positive mother) is admitted for care at KCH, Baylor clinicians will round on the child daily and follow up to ensure the child receives proper care. In contrast, children who do not have this high quality of care often die because they are given the wrong treatment, miss life-saving treatments such as oxygen or blood transfusions, or for other reasons not directly related to their diagnosis. Sadly, these misfortunes befall children enrolled in the Baylor program as well, but (I sense) at a much lower rate. While I do not have any scientific data on these care discrepancies, from what I have seen, they can truly make the difference between life and death.
A second surprise (and to be honest, the one that has been personally most surprising) is how much I like pediatrics. Those of you who know me know that since starting medical school I have never considered becoming a pediatrician and have had little interest in treating kids. Yet, I have found that I really like working with the kids here. Perhaps part of it is that the parents we deal with are not the pushy, hyperattentive parents I fear having to work with in the States. Or because the kids I see are so sick that kicking, crying, and being uncooperative are, in this context, welcome signs of life rather than annoyances.
Beyond gaining an appreciation for the patient population in pediatrics, I have found myself fascinated by the field because, as I see it, pediatrics is essentially public health in action. My layman’s understanding of public health is that its primary goal is to keep populations healthy by a.) dealing with groups of people rather than individuals and b.) preventing health problems before they start. In doing so, public health deals with social justice, environmental issues, economic fairness and a host of other societal issues that are important to me.
I have found in pediatrics that in order to treat the child you often have to treat the entire family. This means not only ensuring the health of the mother and siblings (which is also essential) but also working to establish within the family a degree of social justice, a healthy environment and a sustainable economic structure in order to heal your patient. Moreover, by addressing childhood health issues you are by definition practicing preventive medicine; facilitating your patient’s growth into a healthy adult.
Examples from the past weeks abound. One little girl, a 14 year old who physically appeared to be about 8 years old, presented to an outpatient clinic months ago. She was very sick and HIV positive. A Baylor pediatrician treated her and sought out her family in order to test her parents and siblings for HIV. Surprisingly, the other members of the family were all found to be HIV negative. After building trust with the patient and her mother, the physician found out that the little girl had been sent away from the family to work as a maid. She was living with sex workers and had no adult care or supervision. Likely, the patient contract HIV through sexual assault or by becoming a sex worker herself.
Thus the pediatrician took on the work of healing the whole family in order to ensure that the treatment she gave her patient would actually work. This involved planning, with the patient’s mother, a financially feasible way to bring the patient back home. Once the child was back at home, she then taught the parents how to care for their daughter, and encouraged the mother to consider family planning so as to not conceive more children they would have to send away to work. The most recent mission was to instill in this family the value of sending the patient to school.
While this story had a very sad beginning, and admittedly has the possibility of a tragic ending, the entire family has become healthier in this process Moreover, the 14 year old girl I saw, months after her initial diagnosis, had a high CD4 count, a bright smile, and a chance to start school in the upcoming year. Without the pediatrician treating the family holistically, none of this would have been possible.
In considering two children who are treated in a Malawian hospital, both for pneumonia, one could reasonably guess that if one child was HIV-positive and one was HIV-negative the child without HIV would have the better prognosis. In actuality I can say very little about the prognosis of children admitted to KCH with pneumonia. However, what I have been surprised to find is that of these two hypothetical children, the HIV-positive child is likely to get a much higher quality of care. Moreover, in a hospital like KCH, where children die not just because of their pneumonia (or any other chief complaint), but are daily threatened by medical error, poor hygiene, understaffing and limited resources, the quality and regularity of care are essential variables in determining prognosis.
The reason for this disparity of care is that all HIV-positive children at KCH are referred to the Baylor Pediatric HIV program. This program provides treatment and care to over 2,000 exposed or infected children. If an HIV-positive child (or a breastfeeding child born to an HIV-positive mother) is admitted for care at KCH, Baylor clinicians will round on the child daily and follow up to ensure the child receives proper care. In contrast, children who do not have this high quality of care often die because they are given the wrong treatment, miss life-saving treatments such as oxygen or blood transfusions, or for other reasons not directly related to their diagnosis. Sadly, these misfortunes befall children enrolled in the Baylor program as well, but (I sense) at a much lower rate. While I do not have any scientific data on these care discrepancies, from what I have seen, they can truly make the difference between life and death.
A second surprise (and to be honest, the one that has been personally most surprising) is how much I like pediatrics. Those of you who know me know that since starting medical school I have never considered becoming a pediatrician and have had little interest in treating kids. Yet, I have found that I really like working with the kids here. Perhaps part of it is that the parents we deal with are not the pushy, hyperattentive parents I fear having to work with in the States. Or because the kids I see are so sick that kicking, crying, and being uncooperative are, in this context, welcome signs of life rather than annoyances.
Beyond gaining an appreciation for the patient population in pediatrics, I have found myself fascinated by the field because, as I see it, pediatrics is essentially public health in action. My layman’s understanding of public health is that its primary goal is to keep populations healthy by a.) dealing with groups of people rather than individuals and b.) preventing health problems before they start. In doing so, public health deals with social justice, environmental issues, economic fairness and a host of other societal issues that are important to me.
I have found in pediatrics that in order to treat the child you often have to treat the entire family. This means not only ensuring the health of the mother and siblings (which is also essential) but also working to establish within the family a degree of social justice, a healthy environment and a sustainable economic structure in order to heal your patient. Moreover, by addressing childhood health issues you are by definition practicing preventive medicine; facilitating your patient’s growth into a healthy adult.
Examples from the past weeks abound. One little girl, a 14 year old who physically appeared to be about 8 years old, presented to an outpatient clinic months ago. She was very sick and HIV positive. A Baylor pediatrician treated her and sought out her family in order to test her parents and siblings for HIV. Surprisingly, the other members of the family were all found to be HIV negative. After building trust with the patient and her mother, the physician found out that the little girl had been sent away from the family to work as a maid. She was living with sex workers and had no adult care or supervision. Likely, the patient contract HIV through sexual assault or by becoming a sex worker herself.
Thus the pediatrician took on the work of healing the whole family in order to ensure that the treatment she gave her patient would actually work. This involved planning, with the patient’s mother, a financially feasible way to bring the patient back home. Once the child was back at home, she then taught the parents how to care for their daughter, and encouraged the mother to consider family planning so as to not conceive more children they would have to send away to work. The most recent mission was to instill in this family the value of sending the patient to school.
While this story had a very sad beginning, and admittedly has the possibility of a tragic ending, the entire family has become healthier in this process Moreover, the 14 year old girl I saw, months after her initial diagnosis, had a high CD4 count, a bright smile, and a chance to start school in the upcoming year. Without the pediatrician treating the family holistically, none of this would have been possible.
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