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Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Kibera, Episode One
Today was our first walk into the Kibera slum, an area about 2 miles long by a half mile wide, containing perhaps up to a million souls. The surrounding area seems to be full of large, gated, walled off, razor wired, heavily guarded, often beautifully landscaped homes, offices and businesses. The contrast is surreal. The government does not recognize this slum, the largest of several in Nairobi and reportedly the second largest in Africa, after Soweto. This means there are no utilities or government services, e.g., no water pipes, no electricity or gas, no garbage collection, no police services, no public schools, no public health care, no paved roads, no building or other codes, no courts, no transportation services, no postal service, no sewage system, no nothing. Past a certain point there are no vehicles. After leaving the van we walked perhaps 20 minutes through the slum to get to Shining Hope's clinic, where we work. Three young men cheerfully carried our supply suitcases, each packed with about 50 pounds worth of material.
There are children everywhere, often very small, always very cute, usually anxious to make contact with you. I saw only one child playing with a toy, a colorful plastic truck.
As a former utility company employee, I was struck by the jerry rigged and dangerous nature of the electric lines. A property owner on the grid will run illegal service lines to perhaps 10 houses in the slum. Since there is no metering, the property owner charges a fixed fee for each line, converting his own energy account into a profit center. If the slum dweller does not pay the bill to the property owner, the line is simply removed, no muss, no fuss. Since it is all illegal and without benefit of codes, the lines are often dangerous. Women at the clinic told us of an incident the night before when a child was electrocuted at a neighbor's house. Two years before another sibling of the same family was electrocuted at the same location. The mother of five now has only three children. The first time it was felt to be an accident and nothing was done about it. Last night several young men who serve as an unofficial security force "arrested" the man and took him to a police station. According to the women, if the police showed any interest in pursuing the matter, which was unlikely, the man would be able to pay them off. He might be induced to pay the child's family something, but that would be about it. There is no way to require him even to correct the dangerous condition at his house.
There is entrepreneurship all around. Especially on the walk out in the afternoon, there was tiny stall after tiny stand of things for sale - small fish overlapping in neat rows on a table, a bowl of bright red tomatoes, eggs, tired greens, crispy fried samosas, flip flops, used clothing, cheap kitchen ware, little piles of black charcoal for cooking (there are no trees remaining in this area, so wood is brought in from far off), shops offering cell phone service or MP3 downloading. People here show amazing initiative and ingenuity in figuring out ways to make a life for themselves out of very little.
People dress amazingly well considering how difficult it must be to keep clean without water service. Women tend to wear longish skirts and men wear shirts or tee shirts with slacks. Jeans must be considered a bit of a luxury because I didn't see a lot of them. Many women wear traditional looking colorful print outfits, some quite striking in bold prints. I saw very little of what you might call rags. Unlike in India, you do not see gold jewelry, or much of any jewelry really.
Every few yards there will be rhythmic music spilling into the street. At one point I saw a toddler waddling along to the beat, quite competently too.
I can't recall seeing anyone smoke. Nor did I see any cigarette butts in the road, although you see lots of other things.
The main thing you see on the road is little plastic bags. I'm told these are the remains of the infamous flying toilets. Fortunately it has not rained lately, so the roads are relatively dry, although there are occasional canals you have to step over. We were strongly advised to wear closed shoes; I wore my hiking boots, which was a little over kill. There are skinny, mangy looking dogs sleeping along the road; they are the same color as the road so you have to be careful not to trip over them. The main road is perhaps the width of two sidewalks, narrower in the afternoon when retail dominates, but the side roads are really alleys barely wide enough for two people to pass each other. People in Kibera do not seem to have addresses. It's a matter of knowing how many twists and turns to take down how many alleys.
So much for this evening. More next time about the clinic. Deborah
There are children everywhere, often very small, always very cute, usually anxious to make contact with you. I saw only one child playing with a toy, a colorful plastic truck.
As a former utility company employee, I was struck by the jerry rigged and dangerous nature of the electric lines. A property owner on the grid will run illegal service lines to perhaps 10 houses in the slum. Since there is no metering, the property owner charges a fixed fee for each line, converting his own energy account into a profit center. If the slum dweller does not pay the bill to the property owner, the line is simply removed, no muss, no fuss. Since it is all illegal and without benefit of codes, the lines are often dangerous. Women at the clinic told us of an incident the night before when a child was electrocuted at a neighbor's house. Two years before another sibling of the same family was electrocuted at the same location. The mother of five now has only three children. The first time it was felt to be an accident and nothing was done about it. Last night several young men who serve as an unofficial security force "arrested" the man and took him to a police station. According to the women, if the police showed any interest in pursuing the matter, which was unlikely, the man would be able to pay them off. He might be induced to pay the child's family something, but that would be about it. There is no way to require him even to correct the dangerous condition at his house.
There is entrepreneurship all around. Especially on the walk out in the afternoon, there was tiny stall after tiny stand of things for sale - small fish overlapping in neat rows on a table, a bowl of bright red tomatoes, eggs, tired greens, crispy fried samosas, flip flops, used clothing, cheap kitchen ware, little piles of black charcoal for cooking (there are no trees remaining in this area, so wood is brought in from far off), shops offering cell phone service or MP3 downloading. People here show amazing initiative and ingenuity in figuring out ways to make a life for themselves out of very little.
People dress amazingly well considering how difficult it must be to keep clean without water service. Women tend to wear longish skirts and men wear shirts or tee shirts with slacks. Jeans must be considered a bit of a luxury because I didn't see a lot of them. Many women wear traditional looking colorful print outfits, some quite striking in bold prints. I saw very little of what you might call rags. Unlike in India, you do not see gold jewelry, or much of any jewelry really.
Every few yards there will be rhythmic music spilling into the street. At one point I saw a toddler waddling along to the beat, quite competently too.
I can't recall seeing anyone smoke. Nor did I see any cigarette butts in the road, although you see lots of other things.
The main thing you see on the road is little plastic bags. I'm told these are the remains of the infamous flying toilets. Fortunately it has not rained lately, so the roads are relatively dry, although there are occasional canals you have to step over. We were strongly advised to wear closed shoes; I wore my hiking boots, which was a little over kill. There are skinny, mangy looking dogs sleeping along the road; they are the same color as the road so you have to be careful not to trip over them. The main road is perhaps the width of two sidewalks, narrower in the afternoon when retail dominates, but the side roads are really alleys barely wide enough for two people to pass each other. People in Kibera do not seem to have addresses. It's a matter of knowing how many twists and turns to take down how many alleys.
So much for this evening. More next time about the clinic. Deborah
Monday, January 21, 2013
Day one in Nairobi
Blog by Deborah Shefler
You need to be here to appreciate how beautiful it is. The weather is perfect, crisp in the morning and evening, warm in the afternoon, sunny all day. The Mennonite Guest House, where we stay, is a treasure. It's a large, rambling old stone structure in the middle of a spacious, flower filled, mature garden. The rates are reasonable, the rooms clean and adequate, and the food quite good, including tea in the English tradition. Kay reports that the bird watching is superb. The very professional staff are lovely. Not surprising that this hotel is popular.
Carol and Kay turned what could have been a wasted first day into a highly productive one. Due to concern about pre-election demonstrations, we decided not to go to Kibera today. Instead we had a dozen trainees come to the hotel, where we were able to conduct training in a more relaxed environment than is usual at our clinics. It was gratifying to see how much these trainees have learned, both practically and didactically. Several have been doing lots of screenings and treatments. This is an impressively quick and committed group, some of whom could easily transition to train the trainer.
Since my last PINCC trip about 1.5 years ago, PINCC's testing and training materials have gotten even better. What's still the same is the spirit and congeniality of the volunteers. We all look forward to an action packed, exhausting and memorable week.
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You need to be here to appreciate how beautiful it is. The weather is perfect, crisp in the morning and evening, warm in the afternoon, sunny all day. The Mennonite Guest House, where we stay, is a treasure. It's a large, rambling old stone structure in the middle of a spacious, flower filled, mature garden. The rates are reasonable, the rooms clean and adequate, and the food quite good, including tea in the English tradition. Kay reports that the bird watching is superb. The very professional staff are lovely. Not surprising that this hotel is popular.
Carol and Kay turned what could have been a wasted first day into a highly productive one. Due to concern about pre-election demonstrations, we decided not to go to Kibera today. Instead we had a dozen trainees come to the hotel, where we were able to conduct training in a more relaxed environment than is usual at our clinics. It was gratifying to see how much these trainees have learned, both practically and didactically. Several have been doing lots of screenings and treatments. This is an impressively quick and committed group, some of whom could easily transition to train the trainer.
Since my last PINCC trip about 1.5 years ago, PINCC's testing and training materials have gotten even better. What's still the same is the spirit and congeniality of the volunteers. We all look forward to an action packed, exhausting and memorable week.
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Tuesday, December 4, 2012
El Salvador Day 5
Our Last Day in El Salvador
Today we began our last day together in El Salvador. As we climbed into the van I found myself feeling a bit sad, as we have made such wonderful friendships in such a short period of time. We traveled to a local clinic not too far from our bed and breakfast, in San Miguelito. I am always in awe when we walk into these clinics because there are always mothers and babies who have walked a long way, and have sat patiently waiting for hours. Our PINCC group quickly separates into our delegated areas and get to work. Our Spanish speakers begin their interviews with patients, the Doctors meet up with the local medical staff and my co-worker and I begin our data entry on the computer. In addition, you can always find one of our staff sitting quietly with a patient while they await their procedures. Although we planned to leave early today, the reality was there were far too many patients to be seen for that to happen. The Doctors diagnosed and performed procedures that had lifesaving benefits. It is always a wonderful feeling! After our week of work it was time to recognize the doctors and trainees at their formal graduation ceremony. The head director of the Metropolitan Region was there to speak and honor these Doctors. The national anthem of El Salvador was played, certificates were received and a warm heartfelt feeling of gratitude was experienced by all. They were kind enough to have appetizers and soft drinks for us afterward. We proceeded on to Santa Techa a new upcoming part of El Salvador. We strolled through a beautiful corridor of many Artisans while music played and sweet aromas filled the air. We dined at a favorite little paposa restaurant and had some nice conversation and drinks with the head director and her lovely family.
Our night culminated back at our hotel Tazumal where PINCC had their closing meeting. They thanked us graciously and recognized us all with official PINCC certificates for our service. It was a most rewarding week. One that will be remembered by us for a very long time.
Cherie Ackman
Fontana, WI
El Salvador Day 4
At the Clinic
Today we worked at the clinic in San Jacinto, about 45 minutes outside of San Salvador. The doctors saw about 45 women. Once again, I was given the opportunity to do interviews. Nearly half of the women I interviewed had experienced some form of sexual abuse. They never included those experiences when they gave the number of their sex partners. There were psychologists on hand to counsel these women.
The younger women had fewer children, and many used a form of birth control. In this way, they were more modern, and apparently better educated, than the women of Comasagua whom we met last week. Two of the older women were reluctant to sign their names at the bottom of the form. With some encouragement, they managed to print the letters of their first name, with the concentration and careful strokes of a first grader.
There were more children today, a number of them school age. They waited uncomplaining for long stretches. Each child had one small toy to keep them amused, and they played quietly without disturbing any of the adults.
We gave a cosmetic bag filled with sample size shampoos and lotions to the cook and cleaning lady of the hotel. We received effusive thanks. At a visit to the park, we were entertained by a lively soccer game of girls vs. boys. The girls played in their white school uniform dresses, barefoot except for their white socks. They were great players and highly competitive. At the park we also met a charming young couple who chatted with us, delighted for an opportunity to practice their English. The Salvadoreans are warm and welcoming. So far, there have been no signs of any of the violence of which we have heard.
Patricia Spross
El Salvador Day 3
Our Second Clinical Day with PINCC
Today was our second clinical day with PINCC, in a location they have yet to have the opportunity to work. We traveled to Soyapango, a distance outside of San Salvador, to work in another clinic that strongly served women´s and community health and was an urgent care facility at night, thus giving 24 hour care. The teams of teachers and students are getting more cohesive and the day overall was smoother and more productive. We didn't let a little earthquake slow us down, as we felt only a small shake compared to what Mexico and Guatemala experienced in the late morning. Some of us even saw El Salvador's national bird, the torogos, outside a window where it sat on a tree limb for the length of two different patient visits.
In all we saw 65 women today. For some this was their first screening although they were in their mid 60s. Some patients had been sexually abused before the age of 10. After their screening, many received the good news of "adequate and negative" (meaning cancer-free), and left with the self-confidence to take a step toward taking better care of themselves, and ultimately their families.
I know that all of us on this trip are happy to be here to lend PINCC a hand with their amazing work and yet also equally grateful for our own health care options back home. Peace!
Ruthann Marquis, Portland OR
El Salvador Day 2B
Reflections of our first day at the clinic
Today is Wednesday and I woke with a migraine. So I stayed home to sleep in my dark room until it passed. Waking in the early afternoon, I take this time to reflect on my first day at the clinic. Nearly 60 women were treated in an energetic setting of Salvadorean doctors whom PINCC has trained to teach the screening procedure (maestras). Also present were about 15 to 20 doctors and nurses being trained by the maestras to perform the vinegar procedure. Clinic support staff, PINCC MD´s, PINCC/DFW volunteers, patients, and their small children added to the mosaic. Carol coordinated the PINCC team, watching, listening, directing, to make sure that the goal of training the maestras to become trainers themselves was met. In a previous life, Carol may have been a battlefield general, perhaps Joan of Arc…
Once more, what struck me most about our day were the women. I was delighted to have the opportunity to conduct PINCC´s medical screening interviews for 5 women before the exams took place. Sitting with each woman for 15 minutes, interviewers were obliged to ask the usual questions, name, address, etc. These were followed by a series of probing questions on sexual history. Affirmative responses to any question on sex abuse steered these women to a session with a psychologist that same day. The crowds made it difficult to find a private spot for the interviews, but in tropical El Salvador, every building has a large patio or courtyard where a quiet conversation can take place.
The screenings required a fair bit of Spanish, and it was a challenge. Yet, each woman was patient and kind, and we both persisted until all the questions were answered. The faces of the women were serious as they revealed a history of abuse, or anxiety over an abnormal PAP result. Two women spoke of financial dependency on their husbands, which prevented them from leaving. This reaffirmed that the micro businesses we saw last week can truly give a woman hope and an opportunity to free herself from abuse.
All of the patients with whom I spoke were grateful for the high quality medical care they have received for years from this PINCC-supported clinic. Some of the women awaiting a procedure to remove abnormal cells were frightened to tears. When asked whether they had come to the clinic every year for screening, all responded affirmatively. It was wonderful to be able to honestly assure a tearful woman that the doctors would most likely be able to resolve the problem that day with a minor procedure. PINCC, with donations from organizations like DFW, has supported these women in obtaining consistent, high quality care to prevent cervical cancer.
Of all the economic and social stresses that poor Salvadorean women experience, their health can be an area where they enjoy some peace of mind. It has been extraordinary to see first hand that our donations have helped make this happen.
Patricia Spross
El Salvador Day 2A
First Day in Action!
Our first day in action with PINCC sped by! Severe traffic delayed our
start which added to the frenzy. We worked at a Pro Vida clinic in Nejapa,
where women had already been screened for the services offered today.
There was an entire courtyard of women waiting when we arrived! Work
stations were established, rooms were stocked, paperwork was stacked and
patients were seen.
The role of PINCC on this trip is to monitor the nurses and doctors that
are serving as teachers to the students who are learning the procedures
and guide them in assuming their full roles as educators. That means that
many sets of eyes are looking at that patient while in a most delicate
position. Yet always the needs of the patients are prioritized. There is
someone ever-ready to hold someone's hand. There is both uncertainty and
fear in the eyes of many of the women awaiting treatment and all efforts
are made to help them relax and know that those procedures are taking care
of an issue that could otherwise turn into a more serious condition.
In all 54 women were seen today and thankfully that means 54 women have a
chance at a better and healthier life. PINCC in action!
Ruthann Marquis, Portland OR
El Salvador Day 1
Training Day
An early start to our first day with the PINCC team included a hearty breakfast at 6:30 and filling two vans that headed out of San Salvador to the town of Nejapa. There we joined 33 doctors and nurses for a day of training. The nurses and some of the doctors (this week known as students) learned about the disease process of cervical cancer and the visual inspection procedure with acetic acid (AKA common kitchen vinegar) known as VIA. This is the low cost, very transportable, visual screening that PINCC takes on the road to low-resource countries.
The remaining doctors and nurses spent the day learning to be trainers or maestras to the students. They will be the extra set of eyes and voice of wisdom that will guide the students in their learning experience this week. Many of the physicians have already been certified in the VIA screening technique, as well as some in the two areas of treatment. True to PINCC´s vision of developing a self-sustaining program, these participants are an example of the trained becoming the trainers. Remember the proverb about giving a man a fish to feed his immediate hunger versus teaching him how to fish? This is exactly what PINCC is doing!
Knowing that the training that is happening now is going to contribute to the health and wellness of the women being screened gives me the chills! Since cervical cancer is so preventable what is being done has such great importance!
Seeing the enthusiasm of the participants today and hearing their thoughtful questions (okay...through some help with interpretation!) made me proud to be here to support PINCC. Watching their gentle and compassionate bedside manner as they acted out the various scenarios convinced me that their patients will be in good hands!
Tomorrow we´ll get to see all of this hard work put into action. Stay tuned!
Ruthann Marquis, Portland OR
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