Showing posts with label PEPFAR. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PEPFAR. Show all posts

21 August 2016

Why We're Here


It’s circumcision season here in Mbale. We occasionally approach celebratory processions of men and children of all ages pumping handheld tree branches in the air, trotting to the beat of chants and drums along the roads just outside of town. The 18 year-old of honor is in the middle of the parade covered in mud, on the way to his public transition into manhood. If he flinches or falls to the ground it will be the subject of gossip for years to come. The circumcisions occur in eastern Uganda during every even year, but two weeks ago was a ceremonial day marking a spike in the procedure, following a month-long festival at the cultural grounds. A local colleague described it: “If all year was the regular season, this month is the Champions League.” Our minivan matatu crawls slowly, splitting through the middle of the groups that continue uninterrupted around us like a school of fish.

How did I get here?

Multiple short-term stints in a health center in Kenya, a diploma course in tropical medicine and hygiene, and a four-month job teaching in a new postgraduate residency (MMed) program in central Kenya have all been strides on my persistent search for where my professional experience and academic interests meet a need.

Fortunately, during my Masters in Public Health a professor pointed me towards Seed Global Health. Seed, founded by Dr. Vanessa Kerry, sparked the Global Health Service Partnership (GHSP). This is a new public-private partnership with the United States Peace Corps and the President’s Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief (PEPFAR), a groundbreaking US governmental program put into place by President George W. Bush and reauthorized by President Obama which now funds half of all HIV/AIDS testing and care around the world. The GHSP places physicians, nurses, and midwives in faculty posts at 29 different universities alongside local lecturer peers to help train the future health workers of Uganda, Tanzania, Malawi and now Swaziland and Liberia, for one academic year. There were roughly 30 GHSP volunteers sent in each of the first three cohorts and there are 59 new volunteers serving in this fourth iteration.

In my struggles to stomach the inequalities of access to basic necessities that promote health in areas of extreme poverty, the seemingly simple answer of how I, a Family Medicine physician, could contribute to the solution has proved more challenging than expected. Considering my skills and experience thus far, what is the proper way to have a sustainable impact?

Enter GHSP. Instead of delivering healthcare, GHSP health workers, upon request from the host government and university, are partnering with faculty to assist the public systems in teaching, and thus scaling up, their future human resources for health (HRH). There are numerous non-governmental organizations (NGOs) working on many critical projects in low-resource areas, some better coordinated with like-minded NGOs and host country priorities than others. GHSP is inherently aligned with US governmental positions and initiatives, augmented by the conferred experience and reputation (largely positive) of the Peace Corps. Financial stressors born mostly from the burden of educational debt are a reality for young American health workers, and thus one of Seed’s major yet simple innovations is to essentially remove this barrier through generous loan forgiveness during each year of service. Given my policy interest, this opportunity could not be a better fit.

What am I doing here?

School started as scheduled this week at Busitema University’s Faculty of Health Sciences despite the nearly three-week non-teaching staff strike affecting all public universities in Uganda. This is the fourth year of the medical school’s existence and thus the first year (first week!) we have students on clinical rotations at Mbale Regional Referral Hospital, one of 14 regional hospitals in Uganda. Within the Internal Medicine department, we have started with 13 students on a five-week rotation, and we have been working on taking a patient history and basic physical exam skills. Our first week has been busy with some bedside teaching, a few board room tutorials, a discussion regarding tuberculosis after a visit to TB clinic, and an end-of-week practical assessment of their general exam skills.

On Tuesday a group of four students and I saw an end-stage AIDS patient who had recently fled South Sudan to stay with her family here in town. Her brother at her bedside claimed she did not know of her HIV diagnosis. The students and I adjourned to the board room for a lively ethical debate first on if she truly was unaware of her diagnosis and secondly the “if” and “how” of communicating to her the true diagnosis given her anticipated limited life expectancy.

Why am I here?

Day 1 of orientation in Washington, DC, ended with happy hour on the Washington Harbour waterfront. I was privileged to meet Aaron Williams, the most recent former Director of the Peace Corps and current Seed board member, who originally worked with Dr. Kerry to establish the GHSP. He told me that creating the GHSP was one of the most significant accomplishments of his career, right up there with working with Nelson Mandela.

Day 2 of orientation ended with Dr. Kerry closing our day at 4:45 p.m. “You are totally free to leave, but if you can hang out about 20 more minutes, Dad wants to stop by.” The surprise visit by our Secretary of State John Kerry complete with an informal 10-minute speech on the history of the Peace Corps, the legislation that gave birth to PEPFAR, and the health implications of diplomacy, to a room of about 75 left us in awe. To motivate our year ahead, he left us with a quote from Nelson Mandela: “It always seems impossible until it’s done.”

In 2014 I visited Robben Island where Mandela was held captive for 17 years, where our group was led through the maximum security prison by a tour guide who was himself a former political prisoner there in the 1980s. On my way out, I bought a postcard that I displayed on my bathroom mirror throughout 2015 as a reminder of the goal ahead. The card quoted Nelson Mandela: “Overcoming poverty is not a gesture of charity. It is an act of justice. It is the protection of a fundamental human right, the right to dignity and a decent life.”

The reinforcing guideposts featuring Nelson Mandela have provided powerful reassurance that this new step on the Path is right and quickly feeling familiar.

The view from my office.

24 January 2011

Kenya + George W. Bush

Yes, that's right my R friends, I finally found someone here in Kisumu who likes George W. Bush!  It was a dark and stormy night...well, just dark, and we slammed a wonderful pizza dinner.  Mom and I actually started with a beautiful sunset view from atop the Imperial Hotel.  We could see mountains to the north and Lake Victoria to the west.  Our small set of appetizers included beef and chicken sandwiches with chips masala - our new favorite dish.  Chips masala are basically french fries smothered in spices similar to curry.  Taken with tomato sauce (Ketchup), they're amazing after a long day.

For dinner we headed to the Grill House.  A hawaiian pizza, more chips masala, and another cold Tusker later, Brenda showed up and got her dinner.  Mom was tired from another long day, and it was a big Saturday night here in Kisumu, so Brenda took me out after dropping Mom at our hotel...

The night started at a bar called Quorum - a simple two-storied place, with blaring Congolese and Bongo music, full-blast ceiling fans, and about 90% men.  I had some Hunter's Choice (Kenyan scotch) and a Coca-cola, while she continued to down Smirnoff Ice Black - her go-to drink apparently.  Each time I wanted to say something to the waiter, she would teach me the term/request in Kiswahili, I'd say it, and he'd smile big.  

Quorum's scene wasn't enough, so we tuk-tuk'ed it (jet-ski / tricycle / golf-cart mash-up) over to Tumeez.  Yes, Annette, TUMEEZ!  We paid an extra $2.50 or so to get upstairs and boy was it worth it.  There were more Congolese, Bongo, and Kenyan jams, mixed with an occasional Rihanna #1 from 2008.  They even played the one Bongo song I knew - "Cinderella" by Ali Kiba - requested in Dustin's honor!  I ordered a Bond 7 (Whiskey) with Coca-cola, and they served me my own probably 16-oz. bottle of Bond 7 with a glass bottle of Coca-cola - the typical method.  We enjoyed the music, danced a little to ourselves, and then...

...Then, we met Aduda.  Within about 5 minutes he dropped the terms "PEPFAR" and "George W. Bush" and I knew we were going to get along.  He works doing monitoring of a PEPFAR-funded project (President's Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief) - he goes out to houses, "surprises" the inhabitants and makes sure they are taking their "ARV's" (HAART, or Anti-Retroviral Therapy) for their HIV/AIDS and/or their anti-TB meds.  So, he never exactly said he "liked" W., but he was definitely proud of the work he's doing, and proud of the fact that it was funded by PEPFAR, started by Bush.  I probably shouted "Texas" about 5 - 10 times within the next 10 minutes, but I'm not sure anyone else noticed on account of the loud music.  I'm hoping to ride out with Aduda at some point in the next few days to observe his work-day.  It is absolutely amazing the work being done around here - there is more collaboration that needs to be done though.  If Brenda didn't know him, she did now, and it was good they met.

"Moto" was Aduda's buddy.  He was dubbed "Moto," by me of course because it means "Fire," because he seemed to be impressing all the women around him.  "Moto's" game was alcohol-enhanced.  His eyes appeared heavy by about midnight, and then 30 minutes later a near brawl started by Moto almost got him kicked out of Tumeez.  Brenda and I avoided the crossfire and left soon thereafter.

Currently reading The White Man's Burden by William Easterly and it is blowing my mind.  It is quite the polar opposite of Jeffrey Sach's End of Poverty, which I read after my first trip to Kenya/Tanzania.  Easterly talks a lot about the "Planners" and bureaucrats who are trying to do the glamorous of ending extreme poverty for the 1 billion (of Earth's 6 billion people) who live on less than $1 per day, versus the "Searchers" who are finding small projects, accomplishing them, and listening to feedback from those they serve, constantly (and accurately) evaluating their successes and failures.  No matter the side of the political aisle you're on, each president starting with Clinton has stuck his neck out for the developing world.  Clinton once negotiated the price of Anti-retrovirals down to about 1/5th their previous cost to developing countries.  Bush doubled the amount of aid given by the U.S., and even began attempts to give primarily to responsible (or not-as-corrupt) governments though the Millennium Challenge Corporation .  But Easterly has brought attention to the imperfections of Bush's "big push" - PEPFAR actually spends on expensive ARV's and doesn't focus enough on prevention of spread (which is MUCH cheaper - condoms cost less!).  That's already more than you asked for, but reading this book, mixed with conversations with Brenda, rounding on sick hospital patients, long days, hot sun, and Bond 7, made my chat with Aduda one of the most stimulating conversations I've had in my entire life.

The Bond 7, Hunter's Choice, and late night did not stop us from attending church the next morning.  We were picked up at 6 a.m. and arrived at 07:18 for a 7-a.m. service that ended up getting started around 07:37.  We made it in plenty of time!  The 2-hour service started with procession from outside, starting with the kids, followed by the choir of older women.  The music was unreal.  The keyboard in the background helped, but it was essentially a-capella - the sound forces tears out of your eyes.  It was an emotional experience for the both of us, but taking in all the sights, smells, and now sounds for Mom really moved her.  Tom, Dr. Bonyo's step-brother and also teacher in the church, invited us up to introduce ourselves.  Two other guys introduced themselves and had the crowd roaring laughing - it was a tough act to follow!  We said our sincere thanks, Ero komano.  

We returned home to a long nap up until dinner.  Dinner was an American-style pizza (found!) with some spinach and a salad.  Finally, a salad for Mom!  

This morning, we were back at it at the clinic.  We saw about 14 today - the word was out since church on Sunday.  We treated probably half of those for malaria, confirmed by the Rapid Diagnostic Tests we found in our own pharmacy.  Malaria is typically treated clinically (based on symptoms) out in rural areas, but the more scientific method is to use a peripheral blood smear.  If that's not available, these rapid tests are available.  No test is perfect, but after a negative control on one of our hosts, the rest have been positive.  There were a few others - some with backache, PID, arthritis, diarrhea and the like.  You would have backache too if you were 60 years-old, stooped over at a 90-degree angle in 90-degree heat, harvesting in the rice fields all day!  They don't seem to take time to drink water either, so I push them to drink plenty of water and take Ibuprofen only as needed.

Mom proved to be a worthy assistant today, but I fear my frustrations with our "clinic flow," or lack thereof, might have made me appear less than appreciative.  I think I fixed the clinic flow for the better, and my attitude toward Mom was nothing a fat plate of chips masala can't fix.

Also at the clinic today was a crew from Tenwek - a German-funded Eye Hospital - to pick up 40 patients identified last month as clients who could benefit from their ophthalmologic services.  Only about 15 showed up.  Tenwek has surgeons who fix mainly cataracts and trachoma.  The cataracts they fix for the equivalent of $36, and some they do cheaper I think.  The crew also helped with optometry and refractive services while at our clinic today.  Mom even gave them a bag-full of reading glasses that we'd brought and they were very appreciative.  They loaded their patients up on a bus and headed out - to return with them on Wednesday after helping ALL of our patients they took.

Again, it's amazing all of the many services that are down here - but there's more to be done.

So, who knows what tomorrow will bring - the plan is constantly changing.  We are getting used to "Kenyan time," with Josh (our unbelievable host) being the only one truly on time - he and we now call it "Josh time" just so we are clear when to actually pay close attention to our watches.

More from Mom: 

My editor tells me to shorten my posts. Yesterday (Sun.) was an emotional day. We started off at 6:30 a.m. for church service in Masara at a Catholic church.  The service was quite moving. It began with the choir processing in singing so beautifully I was almost in tears.  How can these people who live in such poverty be joyful and so spirit-filled?  Women and men are segregated with women and children in front and men (and visitors) in back. The church is a school during the week and is open-air but quite cool that early in the morning. Near the end of the 2 hr service, Trav and I, as well as 2 visitors, were asked to come to the front and speak. We were welcomed and we got to express our gratitude for being able to worship with them. Their faces were smiling and radiant.  We are all one in the spirit yet such radically different living conditions.

The excitement and shock have worn off and I was a bit teary yday realizing that THIS IS REAL!  What can I do to help?  Trav wisely counseled that we control what we can and do little things that can make a difference to one person at a time.  Afternoon spent napping at hotel and sitting out by the pool reading. While at the pool, a beautiful woman and her son (Obama, age 1) and dtr, (Tana, age 3) sat by me. The girl reached for my hand and smiled and examined my hand.  Very sweet.  Dinner was at the 711 Italian Restaurant and Pizzeria. I got the most delicious mixed greens salad with lots of veggies, sauteed spinach and T had a chicken pizza.


Today we went out to the clinic where word had gotten out that we were coming. We saw 14 patients, mostly kids needing malaria treatment.  I spent much of my time running to the "pharmacy" for medications.  There was a group there from an eye clinic (3 hrs away) picking up about 12 people for eye surgery (cataracts, retinal, prosthetic eye).  Many of the eyeglasses I collected were sent with them as their need was quite great.  I included an eyeglass repair kit and was told this was "an answer to prayer". Something so simple yet so needed.


We came back to town and Brenda, the Social Worker and I were dropped off at her tailors.  I was measured for a couple of skirts and a blouse.  They will be ready by Sat. and the total cost is about $27. Amazing!  We're now at a shopping area and will do a little gift-buying as well as get more goodies for the kids.  Trav made a run by the pharmacy here to get much needed meds for the clinic. We'll chill at the hotel for dinner and relax. Tomorrow, we'll return to the hospital for more learning and rounds.  There was some talk with our driver, Josh, about going to the equator and Lake Victoria on Sunday. Can you believe this?  WOW. That's all for today.  Love to you all and take a moment today to count your many blessings.  We have such abundance in the states!

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Asante sana for your support and prayers.  Much love.