Monday, January 30, 2012

Kapsowar continuum

“A woman wholly given in love is held
By a dying man and an immortal one.
The man dying knows himself departing
From her, leaving her in the arms
Of the man who will live, cherishing her,
Given to him as she is forever.”
--Wendell Berry

JK was 4 days post-partum when she was brought to our hospital from another facility. She had yellow eyes, was comatose and had been vomiting blood the day she was transferred. She had delivered twins, and though one of them a stillbirth, the other a healthy child. After receiving the test results (I could only check a CBC, a creatinine, a malaria smear, CSF microscopy and an HIV test), i presumed the yellow eyes were from a liver failure that was unclear in origin (no hemolysis evident on the peripheral blood smear). Her ultrasound looked like it showed a normal liver and gallbladder. She never took home remedies but there seemed to be something missing from the story. She improved over the course of the week, no further vomiting nor any pain to speak of. I even considered discharging her, but then on her seventh night, she vomited large amounts of dark blood. We have no abilities to look with a camera down her esophagus and the nearest place was over 2 hours away on bumpy roads. I recommended that the family immediately accept transfer there, but they were not sure they could afford the transfer and opted to stay. She lost blood fast, went into kidney failure, and I presumed she was also back in liver failure. She died the next day. I still don’t know the full story.

Operating together
JM was a 33 year old woman, nursing a 10 month old and had been healthy until 3 days prior to being transferred to Kapsowar. She went to a health center complaining of headache and fever and did not improve on some antibiotics and antimalarials. She was sick when I saw her, had a stiff neck, but could carry a conversation. As the days went, none of the antibiotics or antimalarials had any effect. Her fever persisted, she became comatose and died. Perhaps it was a parasitic meningitis (I don’t know if Naegleria is found in these parts), doubtful it was TB; regardless, I am not sure what infection cut her life short so quickly.
It’s humbling to sit at the bedside of these young dying patients and not know what else to do for them. In the States, with smarter doctors around and more tests and procedures available, I felt shielded from these mysterious sicknesses that would claim people’s lives. Now, many of my diagnoses are based on probabilities and guess-work. “Not sure, but we’ll try this and see how it goes,” seems to be my most commonly used sentence some days.  Standing or sitting at their bedsides, it humbles me to be trusted by them to heal. I get to see asthmatics improve with the nebulizers, or other patients with meningitis get better on the antibiotics given.  But there is a steady flow of “medical mysteries” that I feel even more burdened by, now that specialty care is far away and difficult to obtain for most people.  More than in the States, I am acutely aware of my limitations and the limitations of what can be offered to the medical patients here.

Please remember to pray for them, and for us. These deaths and disappointments push us to acknowledge our dependence on God.

Da Gurls: Abby from Philly came to visit! We love you, Abby!
Zeke with our sweet, gentle helper, Sellie


1 comment:

malita said...

prisca daniel and zeke...up at 5this morning can't sleep thought I would catch up with some things I always want to do but find no time for...
I read your blog... I cry cry cry
I pray pray pray pray...God is with you stay in Him for He is in You and then one in you is greater then the one that is in the world bringing death and destruction. In Him we bring light and find hope. Stay in HIM.
As for the pictures! Wow cherish the gifts you receive and continue sharing them with those around you.