Thursday, September 30, 2010

Bamako, Mali 09/30/2010

Today started like any other - up for croissants, conversations and joking among the team, plotting for the day, and rehashing the day before. March down the street, wave to the banana ladies and the bus drivers, walk in to the hospital through the car entrance (a privilege we requested after swimming upstream with the hoards of people making their way to the clinics), get the tables ready for the day, and arrival of the patients.

The team has two coordinators who help us with all the schedule and administrative tasks, translate our English into French if needed, bring the patients back for us from the ward, and any other tasks left undone. Chuck is from Belgium and is a powerhouse of energy and organization. Manon is a lovely woman from Canada, and we could not do this without them. Manon brought me my first patient.

As with any other day, there were some surprises. Earlier in the week our team leader Steve and Deb (both anesthesiologists) went to consult on a patient elsewhere in the hospital. He had been scheduled for a procedure but had to be canceled because the local anesthesia personnel could not intubate him. Steve and Deb scouted the patient out, and found him to indeed look like he would be difficult to tube. He had large teeth, large tongue, small mouth opening, stiff neck (elderly), and a large mass on his cheek the surgeons were planning to remove. All red flags to us that the tube we slide around the corner behind the tongue and between the vocal cords into the trachea would not pass as easily as usual. Plus, attempts had been made and failed.

The plan was for the local team to pick a day later in the week or next week, schedule the case based upon our availability, and check with us when this could happen. As is usual on these trips, we got a surprise this morning. The patient was already in surgery and the surgeon was waiting for us to get the tube in. Luckily it fit well between some cases we were doing and we agreed to come over and give it a try.

One of the surgeons walked us across the courtyard into another building. We were taken back to a fairly dark room with sparse contents. There was an anesthesia machine with isoflurane, a monitor of an unknown make, an old black OR bed with manual cranks, and a wire rack with some packs and a few other items. I was struck with how empty if felt; it was nice to not have to climb over and around various electronic toys, cords, and bags.

Steve and I brought a bag of various equipment items and settled in for our procedure. There were about eight people in the room - no idea who or why - who were all interested in what we were doing. One anesthesia person dived right in and started giving drugs, and we had to stop him so we had time to set up our equipment and give the drugs we normally use. They actually had some very familiar drugs, but we use a slightly different recipe when tip-toeing around a difficult airway. There is a time during intubation when the patient can no longer breathe for himself and we take over, but we want to be sure we can do this. It is very scary to suddenly realize one cannot breathe for a patient who has stopped breathing!

Steve did a great job of setting up - made his plan, laid out what he wanted to use, took control of the room, and proceeded. Monitors checked, IV checked, tools checked. Meds in, bag and oxygen working, patient paralyzed after confirming ability to breathe for patient. Just like a cock-pit check list. Luckily we had our new video Glidescope, and when the time came to look at the airway, the scope slid in, we could see the vocal cords and trachea right away, and in went the tube. Pretty slick, Steve!











Back with all our tools to our OR, clean up and set up, and more cases on the way. Next one was also a difficult airway case - a large keloid of the neck. One of the surgeons described it nicely - when a scar heaps up within the boundaries of the original injury, it is a hypertrophic scar (overgrown). When it grows over almost like tumors of the scar, larger than the injury borders, it is a keloid. It is like a cancer of scar, except cutting it all out often results in regrowth. All the skin does the same thing. It is difficult to avoid, and for this young man, could well return. But he is seventeen, cannot button his shirt over this eggplant-sized mass, and wanted to give it a try.


Holding the mask over his face was difficult. His chin and jaw line could not be felt, so the mass was held as part of the face to make a seal. We put out video scope to work again, got a good view, and got the tube in. Hurray! Another good result when the surgeons were done, with a neck collar to compress the graft down on the skin.



There is one very sweet sixteen year old patient that the nurse educator has been working with the week before we came to get his wounds cleaned up. He is tall and skinny like a gazelle. He grabbed a live wire and got a bad electrocution injury, leaving both legs without skin, almost like a bad burn. One leg even appeared to have the calf muscle pulled loose and pulled down around the Achilles tendon. He has been battling with the pain and misery for months.

I had gone earlier to try to get an intravenous in him, and he was so cheerful and helpful, smiling even as a tear made its way down his cheek when I had to poke him. It was all I could do not to cry! He was even handing me things and holding now and then to help me. Very nice young man. He got some skin grafts and dressing changes done in the OR today. His mother and baby sister were waiting for him when he came out.





Another interesting patient was a three year old with an abscess on her leg. When it was cleaned up by the local doctors, they found it was down to bone. She came to surgery, and our artists fashioned a cover for it from the calf muscle of the same leg. The muscle was tunneled and placed over the wound as a flap, which will allow the defect to heal and fight infection.




I don't know if you remember the Grand Pooh-Bah from Happy Days, but his brother works here...




Lots of good teaching going on. More people coming each day. Not all the people coming are exactly up to speed on sterile technique the way our surgeons like to see it, but each day is
getting better and the students are doing more.









One of Deb's patients today surprised us all as we got him ready for his surgery. Sometimes patients will write little notes or do silly things that make us laugh, but this patient quite innocently wore his Obama underwear. We were all delighted.













Poor Oumar was the next one to be found asleep. He is trying to get ready for his wedding Saturday, seeing patients, helping us with surgery, translating, bringing blood, and generally making the impossible happen. No wonder he is totally exhausted!

Come to think of it, so am it. Off to bed, and more tomorrow.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Bamako, Mali 09/29/2010

Today may be the hardest day I can remember on these trips. I think we all agreed Monday may have been our most difficult first day, but today gives competition for the hardest day EVER...

We all made our way down to breakfast and then to the hospital, as usual. It is fun to watch the locals pack into the buses. Fare is 20 cents, but the ride is wild.






Today for some reason many people forgot their scrubs. Richard, well over 6 foot something, loaned me a pair of his. Very sweet, except they were larger than I needed. But they worked!

Walking up the stairs this morning, we had to share with a wheelchair being moved with a patient on it. There are no elevators, and later in the day someone else had to carry a patient down the stairs. These are electronics and luxuries we all take for granted. Consider the logistics - the wards are upstairs, while the clinics, testing, and other essentials are downstairs. Some of the wards we use are downstairs, and surgery is upstairs...









The first cases were a three and a four year old. My first patient was the three year old. He was the spitting image of his father! Both very sweet, and they traded off who wore the hat as the day progressed.
















Verathon was kind enough to let us use a Glidescope Ranger. This is a very portable video scope that allows us to place tubes in people that otherwise might be too difficult to do. We have used it many times, but three times it proved to be critical. I think we all have used it now and are very thankful to have it.













There is a wonderful woman who cooks our meals and serves them up with her son and daughter. She has two other daughters, one of whom is in Los Angeles. Her son speaks English and they are all very friendly. And great cooks!




The case that made my day feel so long was the release of a burn that ended up being longer in duration and more complicated than any of us expected. It took a long time to get everything done, the patient was very tired after the case, and we all spent much time and attention to get him perked up and ready to send to the ward. We finally all headed home after dark, had a quick dinner, and fell into bed.

Which is where I am headed now...

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Bamako, Mali 09/28/2010

Last Wednesday, 9/22/2010 was the 50th celebration of Independence in Mali. Even Mouammar Kadhafi showed up. The two team members who came first were in Mali a week before we arrived. Apparently the hotel tried to have them leave so that Kadhafi's security guards could stay here. They held fast and it sounds like it was an interesting week. There are still a few "unusual" looking guys in the lobby as I type, and no wimmin...

There was a thunderstorm during the night – the loudest crash-bang of trash cans and metal I have ever heard, then the sound of a large splash like buckets dumping out on concrete. This all lasted only a few seconds; very bizarre. But it woke me and took awhile to figure out what was going on.

The rain leaves the dirt along the streets a dark red, with many riverlets of water weaving through it. There are many troughs built along the road with depressions that empty into them. Many pot holes and cracks, so the dance over the obstacles can be tricky.

Once we got to the hospital, we began to set up for our second day. A little boy wandered into the operating area and was giving out handshakes and hugs. He was not due to have surgery, just curious and friendly. His visit set us up for a great day.

Our day was long, but many medical visitors came and went. We had several of the surgical trainees working with us and even helping with cases. This is gratifying, to see them learn and work side by side with like professionals who do not always speak the same language or share much in common. But everyone gets along, finds a way to communicate, and works together on the common goal of patient care.



One of the surgical residents was trying to understand the term "Steri-strips". These are little band-aid like paper strips that are

used to help hold a wound together. He couldn't get all the sounds or understand the meaning, so I explained in French and wrote it out for him to see so he could sound it out. I said it for him a few times, and then he tried. I never think of myself as having an accent, but I suddenly heard what sounded like he was trying to imitate John Wayne. Do I sound like that?!!


The anesthesia team rotates each day. Two of us work the two surgical stations, while the third stays out to see patients, give breaks, help start and end cases, and watch the recovery area. It is nice to have extra hands while setting up and starting

a case, not only to lighten the load but to make it safer.




A nice lady makes us lunch each day. Yesterday was couscous and yams (I passed on the meat), and today was pasta and beef heart. I wasn’t interested in trying the heart, but a couple of people said it could not be beat …

One young woman today was so frightened but had a very good procedure done. The back of her armpit had been burned so that the skin webbed from upper arm to back and she could not raise her arm from her shoulder. She was not very happy going to sleep, but she is going to be delighted at her new range of motion.

Couple of very cute kids, and amazing to watch our caring recovery nurses working their magic. Everyone works so hard – our surgeon even caught a cat nap.

Stopped and bought a mask on the way home. I bought masks for my sons last time – this one looks very much like my cat AND my dog. Think they will appreciate the thought?

Monday, September 27, 2010

Bamako, Mali 09/27/2010

Today was a long day for everyone. First, we started with an early breakfast, and rounds to see a few more patients who might need procedures. Visiting the wards is always very colorful. The families practically move in - mats on the floor with cooking pots, covers, and various items to care for the sick family member. Sometimes we see them praying and paying respects. No need for nurse call buttons; plenty of advocates all around the bed.

Next we all made our way to the OR and met with the Medical Director of the hospital. He helps host us each year and is a very grateful man. As our leader Steve Parker said, Dr. Kaita always welcomes us with his big arms.


As the days go on, more of the local medical workers start to show and want to share in the day's procedures. Today we anesthesiologists got to meet 2 of our local colleagues and share some ideas about how we do things and drugs we use. Always very interesting for all parties.


We got to our first patient today - a man in his 20's with a scarred finger. He was old enough to understand and able to cooperate, so we did not have to give him anesthesia. He received some sedation, but was awake and cheerful throughout.








What probably made today a relatively stressful day was the fact that clinics, where we see patients to screen and schedule for surgery, were advertised as happening today as well as yesterday. So not only did we have to go through our list of mock emergencies and situations, gear up for our first cases, and work through the gliches, but we also had to run back and forth to another building to get these other expectant patients seen. One little boy could not be calmed but he let me put my hat on him. He still wasn't happy, but refocused his energy from crying to problem-solving: "Who ARE these people?"



Another adorable face - both mom and baby!



The recovery room nurses have adopted several nursing students to come and work and learn with them. Lucky students have two very capable and dedicated nurses to teach them. Here is Vickie at work, doing well with lecturing in French.



In the afternoons, all the families are kicked out and floor-washing begins. Lots of water that waterfalls down the stairs, flooding the paper bags, corn cobs, peanut shells, and bits of paper with it. The men work hard with squeegies, brushes, buckets, and big boots.



The last patient of the day was met by his mother, who appeared to have a sibling on her back. But the baby on her back actually belonged to the mother of another patient, and this woman was comforting the baby simply to help the other mom. It was such a loving thing to do, and the two women had never met. Both had children who were post-operative, but this sweet lady took on the baby to give the other mom a break. It's nice to end a long and hard day with a scene like this.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Mali 2010 - clinics


First full day in Mali, and as always, clinics.

We got up early for a group meeting before seeing patients, and had breakfast in the dining room. I needed to ask for another blanket and some other things for our room. The night shift guy was asleep, on Mali time.


We all marched to the hospital, about 2 blocks away. We were met with a very loud and chaotic crowd, packed into 2 long hallways and filling both sides to standing room only. Of course if one child comes in to be seen, he must come with his mother, siblings, uncle, grandfather, blankets, and food for the day.




Some of us went to tackle the task of building an OR suite from the ground up (walls already there) - recovery area, clinical office, supply room, sterile processing, cleaning and sink area, and OR with tables, vaporizor manifolds, airway/IV/surgical supplies, suction, waste gas scavenge and record keeping. Interplast does a great job of imploding all these items into the boxes we bring, and we must rehydrate them all to life.

Patients come from all over to be seen and hopefully selected for surgery. Some do not have a problem that is surgical (one girl had not spoken in her life), others cannot be safely done with the equipment we have and the time to do it in (extensive burn grafting), and yet more are not things we can deal with at all (club feet).

Patients are first seen by the surgeons: the senior staff, second attending, and the Interplast Webster Fellow. Consideration is given first as to whether the case ought to be done at all (technically), and if so, a plan is devised. We also have along a nursing professor who is teaching local nurses and is in charge of dressing changes and would care, and a hand therapist extraordinaire who treats some post-operative patients and takes others for hand therapy only. One of our translators is a very organized engineer, and keeps all our needs and details running smoothly. Everyone has his/her own niche and essential roles.

Those who are chosen to be scheduled are then funneled to the next room where they are seen by two nurses for hemoglobin, weight, height, vital signs, and photographs for identification on the day of surgery, and then to the pediatrician and anesthesiologist for the final screen and clearance.

Also present are translators from English to French, from French to Bambara, and back again. I did some translating and, other than telling one patient to open his leg and another to give me his teeth, was able to make some headway. Interns, nursing students, orderlies, and some local doctors finished out the herd.

I noticed that when one of the translators went from French to Bambara that he retained the word "minuit" (midnight). I asked him if there was not a word in Bambara for midnight, and he said that before "outsiders" came that the locals only referred to early night (just after sunset), middle night (while sleeping), and end of night, just before dawn. So they simply adopted the new word for the new concept of specific time. This gentleman is a local doctor, and he also explained to me that after the third year of medical training, all must be done in French, that there were no Bambara words to finish the training. He proudly said that he has been the first person in Mali to complete his medical training in Bambara, that he helped pioneer the necessary words and teachings to keep the local language in the profession (Zacharia is in the middle of this picture, between our nurse educator Katie and a local medical intern).

And then, of course, there are the adorable children and older patients. They come with such hope and expectation, and it is a privilege to be able to offer them some help. It is the least we can do in exchange for the humbling experience of knowing of them, their lives and struggles, and their bravery as they hand themselves over to total strangers from an alien culture. This simple element of trust is something that bridges many boundaries.

Lastly, to share all of this with such a capable team of dedicated, like-minded, interesting, and delightful professionals is in itself a gift. Where do they get these people?!! I always come home from these trips a bit changed, certainly with more knowledge and experience from my colleagues, and also a bit restored and more appreciative of the work that we get to do.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Interplast team, Bamako, Mali 09/24/2010


09/24/2010 L’aventure commence.

I am at SFO now, waiting for my Air France flight to Paris. Everyone starts to show up about 3 hours early to load the 30 or so boxes of equipment and supplies, plus our own personal stuff. How will the plane get off the ground?!!

Six of us came from SFO; the box mafia!





Travel these days is becoming more and more homogeneous. Even Air France is using the same crummy commissary, the flights are full and over booked, and everyone is getting too large for the seats.

After being up all night flying to Paris, we are all tired.


Landing in Africa always stirs deep feelings in me. There is an earthy, ethereal smell and feel, plus the smoky smell of open fires. It is a bit humid, but nothing like the SE or NE of the US. Just enough to be rich and, well, loamy.

Hotel is nice, as I remember. Mali just finished celebrating the 50th year of independence, and there are still signs of the event around town. Along the main road are lights in the ground – the curbs, the lane lines, the center dividers. '

This is a very cohesive team. Many who have been to Mali before, many who have worked together in other locations, many who are Interplast veterans. Streamlines the team dynamics. Nice to see everyone here again, to speak and hear the Africans speak French, and I think we are all ready to dig in.