Vessels from a Surgeons perspective - contemplative

Now here’s an Idea... After spending a couple of weeks working in Africa a comment was made to me about humility in our lives as Christians. What it looks like, how it is communicated, perceived, and lived. That comment has been niggling at my consciousness throughout the single engine plane flight to the capital city, the afternoon, during dinner, onto the Boeing 777, in-between naps during the night...and into this morning sitting in the Air France lounge.

Caveat, right up front!

Not many people are probably going to appreciate this perspective, but I think there will be some who agree. And sometimes thoughts should percolate.

Might need to open the thought with a couple others first...

Humility: Walking with God in recognition of what HE has done, is doing, and will do in the future.

Perspective: A right understanding of God. Impossible to fully grasp at this time, or ever for that matter, but should be growing steadily!!

I walk with God. THE God who created the Universe. Why should I be anything but humble? God who created me - loves me. That reality alone is awesome, literally. He gives me the breath that I breathe. How can I truly take any credit for any “accomplishments”? To admit I am entirely dependent on Him only makes sense.

“Life’s dim windows of the soul

distort the heaven’s from pole to pole

And goad you to believe a lie,

when you see with, not through, the eye”

- William Blake

God created my eyes. He gave me sight. Gave me my mind, my hands, gifts, abilities.

I cannot take pride in this. They are gifts given out of His love, design, purpose, and choice. What option do I have but to give them back to Him? How could I honestly think I could steal them as my own, or somehow contrive the flimsiest excuse of a thought that somehow I am “Captain of my destiny”? What ludicrous foolishness! Yet, to those who do not realize this relationship - to them - I am the fool. They are blind to the truth that there is no such thing as a “self-made man/woman”. We do not create our destiny. We are simply given the choice to accept or reject God. No middle ground. And some are not given that choice. For those who know me, you know who some of those are - for certain.

Now the thought: God has made this vessel holy. And it is made holy by Him, for Him, and completely HIS.

Some religious leaders would have me consider my life as nothing but a hideous evil, an ignominy, a physical being harboring a heart that is full of sin, evil, and has nothing good within it. They love to quote Calvin and Augustine along these lines. 

But somehow they don’t seem to recall the words of my Creator: “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” - John 11:25. 

Or, “A person who has had a bath needs only to wash his feet; his whole body is clean...” - 13:10 

“Because I live, you also will live. On that day you will realize that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you.”- 14:19-20. 

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit.; apart from me you can do nothing.” - 15:5

“My prayer is not for them [the disciples] alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message [that means me and all others who have believed in and given their lives to Jesus], that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. I have given them the glory that you gave me [!!], that they may be one as we are one: I in them and you in me. May they be brought to complete unity to let the world know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.” - -17:20-23.

When I read these passages and numerous others, I realize that I can not look down upon nor denigrate my God’s creation. I have no choice but to respect it greatly - to be in awe of His goodness and praise Him with every thought, action, breath. 

God does not live in sin. He does not indwell hideous evil. His spirit does not indwell unholy vessels. The vessels are not intrinsically holy. Because of sin the human vessel is unutterably evil without His presence. But His presence changes everything!

Do not denigrate what God has done by calling it evil! Take no pride in the blessing we have received from Him. Only be entirely grateful and give praise to the Awesome God we serve! I thank God I no longer have a wicked and unbelieving heart, even though I am tempted at times to act and feel like I do - when I see with, not through, my eyes.

It is when I see life from a perspective of one locked inside a vessel that is “me” and accept every facet as evil, unregenerate, despicable...I have no choice but to see myself as unloveable, evil, despicable. But this is not the creation God has made - at least not now - because His Spirit now lives within me. I see through my eyes - seeing life from within a vessel that while wasting away has been remade into a holy vessel because of the LIFE that GOD has placed within me! The vessel is pure, not because of me, but because of the Spirit of God that dwells within me. His touch has made the leper clean. Literally.

So, back to my earlier comment - 

There is no room for anything BUT humility. All gifts, abilities, sight (physical/spiritual), understanding, wisdom...are simply that - gifts! We are stewards of abilities and opportunities. Yet even then He is willing and will direct and guide according to our obedience to his command: To love one another. There is no pride in real love. Only a desire to see every person through eyes which have opened to see from the perspective of Jesus. Not the view of people and life from an unregenerate perspective. But of Jesus.

And He said he would do that for me. For you.

He can make each of us holy - Now - Give us eyes to see through and continually grow in appreciation of His incredible love for each one of us.

That truth settled deeper into my soul this trip to Africa.

A deeper desire to love out of a heart that has been filled with the love that Jesus gives. To live in an expression of a pure heart that has been redeemed and changed. To see through eyes that have been given His perspective. To see dimly now, but ever clearer. And never return to lies that blinded me in the past. To choose truth - the reality and person - Jesus.

There is no room for pride in this body. All is lost without the presence of Jesus alone. A vessel that is made holy by His presence. And I long for the day when we will be in that Presence and it is seen clearly beyond what any of us can imagine! To experience love as it truly IS. Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Heb 13:8

THAT is reality :-)

A day in Africa

Every once in a while someone asks me what it is like to work in Africa. Granted my trips are very short and only snippets of the reality of what actually occurs on this continent. But today was bit of a smorgasbord.

After rising early to have a fresh banana, banana bread muffin, bowel of oatmeal, and a cup of Via Starbuck’s coffee (brought with me) I left for the office with the PAACS director. I was going to assist in practice oral examinations for the Chief residents. It is their opportunity to prepare for their final exams coming up in a month or so.

We waited 15 minutes before their late arrival, which meant shortened question time and no feedback for them before weekly Grand Rounds for the hospital began.

The Pediatrician for the hospital gave a superb lecture on Measles after which there were no questions - just silence - followed by enthusiastic/polite applause. Some appeared genuinely appreciative. But I seriously wondered how many were actually listening. I find it very difficult to tell when people here are actively engaged in life/learning vs going through the motions. Reminded me of some of my meetings back in the US!

Then conference with the surgical residents. A chief resident gave the remainder of his lecture on the Liver as Keir and I interjected comments. New surgical scrubs were handed out. I presented the two OB-Gyn textbooks donated by Dr. Renee’ Knutson - and the guys were VERY grateful. She received a cheer :-)

The OR team started working on cases as the 2nd yr surgical resident and I started “lightening rounds” together to see all of the surgical patients (? 24). Shortly after we started the mid-wife showed up at the door to one of the rooms with at least 2-3 assistants in tow. I think they were there to learn how to “talk to the surgeon”. She proceeded to lay out the difficulty with a certain patient who was at term, in labor for the past 20 hours, labor had stopped, she was bleeding, and the baby appeared to be in distress. We agreed we would come see her in a bit.

After we made it about 1/3 of the way through, Amanda came to tell us one of our patients was in trouble. After some hesitation (on our part) she re-stated the situation - she really wanted us to come with her immediately, i..e,  now. Two of our paraplegic ladies, one of whom has HIV/AIDS, have been declining. Both have been moving towards death, only one a bit quicker than the other. It was the “healthier” lady who had become rather unresponsive, hypotensive, with decreased oxygenation, and lost all IV access. 

The difficulty - the surgery team knew she was dying. It was only a matter of hours or at most days. Now her husband was insisting that he was taking her home immediately. Minimal blood pressure, rather incoherent, and increasing fever, unable to take anything by mouth...and it was at least two hours to the closest “hospital” (if you want to call it that) near their home. A death sentence.

After a bit of persuasion, via multiple persons, he agreed to allow an IV to be re-started (by our Med/Peds physician - thank you!) and IV fluid. After she started to respond to the fluid bolus, it was another round of discussions before he agreed to at least one dose of abx to tide her over till she was closer to home. She was gone later this afternoon. 

Why the difficulty? When someone dies, often no one will transport the body away, and if they do, they charge exorbitant prices because they have to hire a witch doctor to “clean” the vehicle. Without an exorcism no one will ride in the car again. So, our patient went home to die so her husband wouldn’t be responsible to pay for cleansing a car. 

Simple.

Back to rounds -

We made it out of the adult side of surgery and started into Peds. Thankfully all the little ones are doing great! The 5 y/o boy who drained >500cc of pus out of his hip from TB was walking a bit better. Decided to leave his drains till Friday. The 3 y/o boy who has lost >1/2 of one of his clavicles to osteomyelitis is looking much better. The 2 1/2 y/o girl who burned her hand after being knocked into an open fire is able to make a fist (sort of) again. She wasn’t scared of us today :-) And the little boy after a hernia repair looked perfectly happy!

Then to maternity...

We had stopped by there after the discussion and IV start re: lady dying, and decided that our patient at term needed a C-section. Probably ruptured uterus vs abruption. She was in the OR being prepared for a spinal as we rounded Maternity. There was another gal in labor who had a prior C-section, then delivered next at home. We were waiting to see how she would do.

Eventually we started the C-section on our first pt. Baby born in distress, meconium/blood/amniotic fluid. No rupture, but looked like a possible early abruption. The baby perked up fairly well with aggressive resuscitation. Mom did well. And the 2nd year resident, Fabruce, did a fabulous job! Fun to assist young surgeons who are doing well.

Back to Maternity - now there was a young gal who looked all the world like she was undergoing a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. Thought we would check with the u/s. It doesn’t work anymore. So the junior resident walked back across the compound to the surgical clinic to retrieve that machine. Musical u/s machines are the norm around here. Out of four, I think one is working at present.

History was perfect for a rupturing ectopic. Exam was all over the place. U/S indicated intra-uterine pregnancy (by my less than perfect ability). The patient wasn’t pale. Blood pressures were good. Abdomen was still soft and no evidence of peritonitis. Only she had severe pain in the pelvis. So we implemented the time-worn method of surgery - tincture of time. 

Back to the OR. I was slated to assist an upper-level resident with bilateral hernia repairs. But as I waited and hung out with Keir as he and a Chief resident performed an urethraplasty for a stictured urethra (remember - it is GENERAL surgery here) I finally discovered why the 3 hour wait. They were sterilizing more gowns!

Apparently there are not enough gowns when people like me start showing up. We have been using the same cotton gowns, patched and re-patched since I started coming in 2005. And they were at least 10 years old at that time! Needless to say they are much shorter, arms are torn in many places, and several have finally disintegrated. So...we waited. 

While we waited I walked across to the endoscopy room to locate a bronchoscope for Keir to use in locating the exact location of the stricture within the urethra. He slid it through a hole in the bladder and along the urethra to see where the light ended up. We stuck the source end in the laparoscopic light machine for a light source. It doesn’t matter what you use, just make it work. Brochoscopy ( for lungs) in a bladder. Yep.

As they were sewing up the urethra, I asked about suture. No suture is wasted in marking or holding tissue. Even the type of needle is rarely considered - why? - because so many times just having the right type of suture (or any of the right size) is a miracle in and of itself. I use at least twice as much suture on my repairs at home, and I’m one of the most conservative surgeons in our hospital! Mainly because my assistant, Rhonda, keeps reminding me that I could use less - she came with me to Togo and learned the suture lesson well.

Which reminds me, we are out of narcotics here - only Fentanyl is left, which is short acting and only used sparingly. All surgical patients use Tylenal and Ibuprofen, 3 times a  day. That is it. Prostatectomies, Mastectomies, C-sections, hysterectomies, hernia repairs, hemorrhoidectomies, orthopedic cases,... Pain is a matter of life. Period.

Brief consultation with Medicine about an elderly Frenchman who is dying of TB. He is coughing up blood now, and has perforated his lung somewhere since there is air coming out under his skin and up into his neck. He is a long way from home and has no family here. He will end his days on earth here, and likely soon. In the “old days” we would pack his chest with ping pong balls to collapse the lung and shut off the bleeding. No ping pong games around here. And he is too advanced to attempt it anyway.

Discussion held about the elderly man who fell and broke his jaw. We wired it shut last Friday after he laid in another “hospital” for over a week with his mouth hanging open without food/water or care. He is now doing somewhat better with his mouth shut. But to do another operation would likely kill him. If he learns to drink he may live.

We finally started on the last case of the day (which was slated for 10am) around 2. Simplice did a great job. Fun to see him making progress, and he wants to learn. I left with the Junior resident who offered to let me drive “my” old Suzuki which I first used over 9 years  ago. Some things never change.

As I stepped out of the car he reminded me that I had walked him through his very first hernia surgery. He was still thankful, and had remembered our working together. It struck me that we never know, really, when God has used us to have an impact in someone’s life.

Over the course of this day I wondered what difference do we make?

Two ladies dying - one of sepsis, the other of AIDS.

A baby survives, and her mom made it through the C-section.

Little children walking again, and a little one using her hand.

I wonder what heaven will be like.

Because this life on earth often reminds me we are not made for this world. We all know it - somewhere deep down inside - we all know it. Some admit it. 

I am thankful to know Jesus who made it possible to live with purpose and in reality - seeing beyond the frail vessels which hold our spirits. To be a part of His purpose even if we can’t see it. 

But sometimes it takes someone like Fabruce to make a comment about learning to repair a hernia a long time ago... and I’m reminded that God is doing things outside our realm of thinking. For that I’m glad.

Gabon again :)

Just thought I'd give a brief update...

This is a note I sent to a couple friends who came with me last year:

Thought of you two when I came back from the OR a bit early today (4ish). I have a couple of hours before supper and a nice, fresh, avocado was sitting on my counter.

So...

I cut it up, put some on a piece of bread, and squirted cheese spread on it! 

Not exactly the healthiest of all snacks, but it made me smile to think of the toasted ones we made for before dinner snack one night.

Anyhow, no c-sections this week but there is one brewing in the distance. Mama Julienne came by the OR three times today to try to convince the residents to do it...but so far they have resisted. She should be able to deliver on her own, but the midwife is off for the weekend and wanted to have her complete before she left in the morning. Funny how some try to make babies fit to a schedule :-) I think you must have taught these guys something Renee'!

Today in the OR, we had a patient come back with a probably PE. When I mentioned getting the U/S, immediately they jumped and were eager to get it. That is much different than in the past (before you came Rachel) when they would hesitate, mumble something about "I'm not sure what that will show us", and then shuffle off to get it. Today they were back in a flash and quickly started assessing.

I can definitely see some things that you all taught them have stuck!

Outside of that, it is quite warm, humid, and sticky. With most of the team away except three of the guys, it has been rather uneventful. The two chiefs have handled nearly everything by themselves, and I assist here and there as needed. It is good to see the hard work that Keir has put into these guy's lives paying off in huge ways.

Trust you two are doing well!

No pictures this time, but will try to find something before too long.

As I walked home from the Davies this evening I looked up...
There are no words to describe the beauty of a full moon in a clear sky while looking up through the canopy of a warm, humid, equatorial jungle in Africa :-)
Only one Being could create such beauty - and I'm glad I know Him!

Saturday in Koutiala

Well, it's another warm day :-)

Enjoyed rounds this morning with Robert, while Craig graciously acted as  my interpreter. I "hear" much of the French, but I don't always pick up on the little things, the "little" aspects which provide the true picture of what is happening. So thankful or Craig's willingness to serve. I like seeing the progression of patients, the returning patients for wound checks, and the new babies born in the night. Always better to see improvement.
No C-Sections last night, and I'm on-call today...so the odds are... 2 am...?

After we finished I went to Peds to see how Jason (Pediatrician) and Kristen (Nurse) were doing. As usual, they were having fun :-) We changed a PICC line dressing together, and saw the babies and children. The boy and girl pictured below are here for chemotherapy. They look so much better than when they first arrived - and both are quite the little characters! Jason and Kristen are as well, but that goes without saying :)

You are looking at 2/3 the CMA team here now, and the entire medical team for the 100+ bed hospital, except for two of the Malian interns.

 Normally there would a CMA team of 35-40 plus children. So, it is a small community at present with various vacations coinciding nicely with the current rebel conflict up North. You don't see many "white" faces in the country at present as tourism is ~completely shut down, and most ex-pats are staying away from the country.

I really enjoy the "team" aspect of working with Saskia (Med Doc/OB-Gyn),  Lisa (Nurse/Anesth), Jason and Kristen as they work with the medical Interns and staff in caring for the patients here. I get to work on "both" sides of the fence - Med and Peds - as the surgical consultant. Sounds like a big deal, but in essence it is helping out wherever they can use me :-)

The toughest thing is seeing children when there is little we can do to help. I won't put their pictures in here - it would turn most people's stomachs.

I will remember the 2 y/o who walks on her hands and feet because she can only see out of one eye. Her other eye is completely replaced by a tumor that sticks out 2-3 inches from her head. Can you imagine trying to learn to walk with only one eye?
She rubs the tumor once in a while and starts it bleeding again. Her mom tries to keep the flies off of her.
In my heart I wanted to take her to the block immediately and enucleate the tumor, but the better treatment would be for her to go through the system already set up in Bamako. It sits like a rock in my stomach that we can't do something for her. She is scheduled to leave Monday.

Or the little 3 y/o girl who came in yesterday with a large tumor expanding across her abdomen. She has a scar along her left side, long and narrow. The parents are quite poor, uneducated, and have no idea what kind of surgery she had in the past. I couldn't find a kidney along her left side, and the tumor appears to involve the one kidney on the right. How long will she live? I plan to obtain a biopsy to check, but it looks like there is little we can do for now. She is quiet and looks tired all the time.
I don't wonder why.

Doctors without Borders is around the corner from here. They send us their complicated patients or the ones who may need surgery. I've thought of working with them in the past, but when I see the attitude and care for the children and women at the hospital here, it is an easy decision to work with groups like the CMA. A place where the patients come and are cared for not just physically, but also spiritually. A place where Jason from Arkansas, Kristen from WI, Lisa from IL, and Saskia from Holland are working daily to see a difference made here - for eternity. These medical servants are living from their heart; not just because it is a slogan on a  wall, or a "mission statement", or somebody somewhere thought it would be nice to treat people well. These men and women live who they are - heart, soul, and body - in a place which gives them the opportunity to express themselves so eloquently.

It has been only two weeks since I landed in Mali. The second time is sweeter.
The days may appear mundane sometimes, but then I catch the glint in a child's eye, see a mom wrap their baby closer to them, or watch a nurse patiently explain for the 4th or 5th time what needs to be done...and I realize that it is in the moments that we truly live life. It is these moments that I live for - to see Life and know God is in it all.
Live the moments.

Koutiala, Mali - 


Last post was in Gabon...without much follow up. I'll have to catch that up-to-date soon :-)


Earlier this summer Saskia wrote and asked it I would be able to assist as a back-up surgeon for the Women's and Children's hospital here in Koutiala, Mali. The catch was that there was a coup, then a rebellion up North...all of which upset the country a bit and prompted the US Govt. to suspend all travel for US citizens. It has stayed relatively safe in this section of the country...and now I'm here.


Today I sent a brief update to a couple friends. I decided to use the excerpt following as a post today. Nothing extravagant, but it may give a flavor for the work.

"...Yes, Gao is a bit further north/east - probably about 150 km or more. No disturbances down this way.
There are only 4 singles and one couple left of about 35-40 missionaries not including their children, here in Koutiala, who all work in or for the Women's and Children's hospital. The National staff is still fairly full-tilt, so no worries there.
Thanks for your prayers. Much appreciated.
I'll include a bit of what I shared with my tech, Rhonda earlier today...

"Why Yes! Open Chole's can be fun!! Especially when they are for cholelithiasis and not infection, so good tissue planes and nice anatomy (whew!!). Little blood loss, and an assistant that is brand new, hardly trained except to set up a table, and had never seen a gallbladder. He was excited - calmly excited, as I think he was a bit nervous. It is funny, but "big" cases over here are quite "normal" since nobody knows the difference. I sometimes have to tell the team that it is a "big" case and I need more equipment, otherwise they give me the exact same instruments for a c-section, bowel excision, leg amputation, and cholecystectomy!

I also worked with him to disarticulate a hip and do a leg resection on a lady with Nec. Fasciitis, also removed her dead baby. I think that was a HUGE eye-opener for him. One of my top-5 "worst" cases that I've stored in memory. I don't ever want to do one of those again - and thankfully, will never likely have the chance. She died later in the day. It was her only chance - and if it weren't for the overwhelming sepsis she might have made it. Definitely not a good day on Monday.

...
Hearing what the weather is like there is making me feel a bit guilty. It is hot here, but it is supposed to be hot! My brother wrote me and said he was watering the lawn in front of my house - which means it is REALLY dry. I still see some occasional twigs of green grass around here. Rare though.

Last night it was quite warm as I ate dinner at a Malian family's home. It was typical African, with eating with our hands, and the men inside (where it was warm!!!) and the women and children outside in the cool evening. Kind of wished I was a kid in a way :-) It was some kind of dish made up of a grain, spices and onions, and fish sitting on top of it. Lots of oil mixed in to give the "millet" some substance and make it stick to our fingers.
Afterward we drank a sweet millet/grain type of porridge for desert. Kind of like drinking thick oatmeal, partially cooked, with lots of sugar and a little milk.
Then,...the rounds of HOT Tuareg Tea (the pure tea/sugar combo) poured in shot glasses and sipped loudly (to keep from burning your tongue). Thankfully there was about 15 minutes between rounds to allow the caffeine to kick into place in time for the next shot. Good stuff. 

Jason and our Host

Home around 10:30p in order to put together a lecture for this morning - didn't have any problem staying awake! :-)

Gave a lecture this morning to the nursing students. They seemed to like it. Gives the staff here a break from lecturing as well.

...
Ok - it's quiet here, at the moment. Slow Wednesday. A couple of procedures, barium enema and EGD to do in the next couple of days, and possibly some skin contractures to debride - otherwise only emergent cases expected. So I'm going to work on a lecture or the docs.
"

-- There you go. I know it isn't too exciting. But Life is often lived in the mundane wrapped in eternal perspective.
Thanks, again, for your prayers and I do hope you are having a wonderful summer.
Blessings,
John

Three days - complete

So, we are sitting here discussing ice cream in the middle of the jungle.

And its not even hot out!

While walking to dinner this evening we were discussing just how cool it was after the hard rain this afternoon. It seemed like a "night" rain since it usually rains that hard at night here, not during the day. Day rains are a bit less tumultuous - most of the time.

The guesses on the current temperature ran from 67-72 deg F. Turns out it was 80 deg F.

I guess we have adapted when we think 80 deg. is "cool".

Eric and Wendy were wonderful hosts, and Rachel's green beans from Libreville fit the fried rice combo perfectly. After Eric's just cooled from warm brownies, we were content to sit and chat while Esther (10 mo/o) entertained us. Wendy is due with their second baby this summer, and they are very happy that Rachel, Renee's niece who is an ultrasonographer, is here. "Very Happy" is probably an understatement as they would like to know if they should expect a boy or a girl :-)

The guys here (surgery residents) are definitely enjoying both Renee' (Ob-Gyn) and Rachel's expertise. So much so, that the acting-Chief resident asked Renee' to assist on a rather large thyroidectomy today! That was followed up by the removal of a huge uterus, and again with case that Renee' hasn't seen a quite few years :-) Enough to keep her happy for sure!

Rachel (or Rrrrahshell as the residents call her) has been busy going between cases seeing in real live living color the organs and structures that she has, up until now, only visualized on the black/white/gray screen of an ultrasound machine. She has said several times "that doesn't look like the pictures in the book", or "so that's what it looks like!". When she isn't in the OR she is off to other parts (buildings) of the hospital scattered around us to do ultrasounds for all kinds of conditions - even an eye :-) Which, by the way, was still attached and functioning well! She had to explain how she did it!

Fun to still be learning.

The walk home after dinner also included a brief perusal of the heavens - one of the clearest nights I've seen in the jungles. Brilliant stars with the massive milky way stretched out overhead. Beautiful :)

Rachel Thompson walked with us and we started looking for spider eyes glinting back at us from the rocks and grass along the path. Brilliant green glass dots sprinkled along our path. I didn't make Renee' and Rachel G. feel any better to hear our "oohs" and "aahs" as they walked along in their flip flops wondering how many of the critters were actually around!

Speaking of critters, the Thelanders have new pet! They've named him Einstein. I've seen him once, and believe the name "Houdini" would be more apropos. He's one of the largest "mice" I've ever seen - aka, probably fits well in the rat family :-) I keep telling Joanna (the lady of the house) that just because he comes and goes through their attic without invitation doesn't mean they have to hunt him! So far he has eluded three rat trap, eaten all the bait, and never stepped in the glue traps. At the moment, he is still the elusive unwelcome mammal that makes noise over their heads at night. My recommendation to give up the fight and adopt him as a pet isn't making much headway. I'm still on rat patrol call every-other-night in case a trap snaps. I didn't get a chance the swing my machete the first time I chased him out from under a door, but I'm better prepared now - he is definitely big enough to hit (but I'm still calling him a large mouse so as to encourage the pet idea). At least it isn't a snake.

And we haven't seen any snakes thus far. For the record.

To sum up the past three days:

~30 operations over three days with 2-3 residents operating isn't bad at all. I'm doing purely "general" surgery, meaning my operations are Nothing that I "generally" do at home. Prostatectomies, Hysterectomies, Orthopedics, Hand...but I did get in on an epigastric hernia :) Even Renee' is stretching her boundaries like assisting on a large thyroidectomy today! She is good at anything she puts her mind to :) Incredibly good teacher. And the guys are really enjoying her input and expertise. Very blessed to have her with us.

It is fun to work with these guys - all capable, good humored, excellent work ethic, and personable. They obviously know and walk with God. His spirit is evident in the way the work with the patients, and each other. Fun to see their progress over the past few years. Keir (the Director for PAACS - the surgical residency) is doing an outstanding job. We definitely feel blessed to be able to work in assisting in the teaching of the residents and care of these patients.

Never a dull day!

I'll have to talk about that some other time.

And the ice cream... Renee' is going to give me her recipe for Pistachio Ice Cream. And we all thought Breyers 5 Vanilla ice cream would be awesome tonight! And the rain has begun again...

Bon Nuit :)

February 13, 2012

First day of clinic - Successful!

Renee', Rachel, and I (aka. Ree'johnal) survived the first day of clinic here in the jungles of Gabon. "Survived" might be pushing it a bit, as it was a quite enjoyable day with a nice number of patients (steady stream), an excursion to the Ob-Ward for a check on a delivery, multiple ultrasounds for Rachel, and Renee' was in high form with most of the cases in her expert field :-)

The Residents worked efficiently and saw quite a few patients - ranging from a little boy with a swollen arm (and likely Lymphoma), a man with a huge prostate (and likely cancer), women with various uterine anomalies, infertility, and a man with colon cancer and an "apple core" lesion, to name just a few. The 2nd yr resident effortlessly reduced the jaw of a lady who "yawned" three days ago - and her jaw stuck open. They tried unsuccessfully to reduce the dislocation where she lived, then it took three days to get here from her village. She was quite relieved to have a bit of anesthetic and have her jaw back in place. Little things like that make a person's day much better.

By the way, you can't close your lips with your jaw dislocated.

Three days.

Occasionally someone asks why I would come here. I most often refer them to these blogs. It is easier than trying to sum up an answer in one sentence.

But, in short, I come because I have been blessed to have the privilege of the opportunity to work with these residents, nurses, staff, and missionaries. God opens the door - and by His grace, I just walk.

Now - getting here this time was a bit of an adventure for Renee' and Rachel! They started at about 2am last Thursday - flew from Indy to Washington DC, met with the representative of Gabon at their embassy to obtain a visa, flew to Atlanta where they met up with me, flew across the ocean, ran through the Paris airport to be the last people on the airplane to Gabon, and finally arrived 36 hrs later in Gabon in time for dinner - but without their luggage. It didn't quite make the quick trip through the Paris airport.

A few hours later we were up and off to the airport again to fly across the equator, down, deep into the jungle, to the mission hospital. As we flew over our usual stop with the african airlines I commented to them (i.e., yelled as loud as I could into the back of the plane) that from that point we would have needed to drive another 2 1/2 hours. About 12 minutes later we landed. 12 minutes vs. 2 1/2 hours. Crazy.

Ever wonder why I enjoy flying? :-)

The gals were very glad Joanna T. is such an incredibly kind hostess - after 2-3 days of travel they were ver ready for a change of clothes. And, thankfully, our luggage arrived last night before midnight.

Speaking of midnight - just before then I received a call from the house next door. It seems a certain rat has been stirring in their attic for at the past few days. Traps and glue have not been successful in trapping the beast. However, a few hours into the wee hours of the morning, the phone rang and I was scurrying up into the attic myself to see what was banging around in the dark.

Turns out the rat had eaten all the bait, successfully avoiding the traps, and had been industriously chewing away at a large plastic travel bin. I caught site of the critter as it made its exit, just before I could swing my machete. I would have slept better having bagged the beast of the night, but instead had to go back to bed for an hour and wonder about better options. Just before dinner tonight we made one more foray into the attic - but still not rat, and I reset one of the traps.

We are going to win the contest before the trip is over. Or else Keir (Joanna's husband) will come home and solve it for us! The kids and I had fun hunting for it this evening anyway :)

Tomorrow will be a full day. Three OR's are scheduled for four residents along with Renee' and I. Rachel will be busy with Ultrasound I'm sure - she is quite a good teacher and the residents are enjoying her teaching immensely.

Somehow I'm scheduled on two hysterectomies and Renee' is scheduled on a thyroid - so it should be interesting for the both of us!

So, the week has started. Good food. Good fellowship. Good work. And a whole lot of thankfulness to be here at this time. Thankful for God's faithfulness as we have looked into the many faces of hurting people. I know there are tough times ahead. And I'm thanking God for his grace and love already.

I mentioned the lady with her jaw stuck open for three days...because it is one of the easier things to talk about. There are more painful examples, but that will do for now.

Thank you for your prayers. God IS good. Thankful for what He does through each of us.

John