Monday, July 31, 2017

Thinking of the Children

Going to a country that has so much poverty, makes me very thankful for what we have in the US. I see these children and realize how little social mobility they have, and how much fun they have and how happy they are to receive cheap small toys that we bring over, and I can't help but feel a bit of guilt.

These children don't have access to regular health care. Many of them die from diarrheal illness, or pneumonia. If any of them had asthma, they don't have inhalers, and probably if severe, they would die. Children go to school until their parents can't afford them not working. Medications cost money and these family live on dollars a day.

We had a trash pick up day on Monday after clinic, and we tried to clean up some of the trash littering the village. The children were so eager to please! They climbed up hills and clambered down into ditches to gather up soda bottles, chip bags, candy wrappers, old shoes, ecetera, touching trash that I would cringe at touching even though I had gloves on. They worked so hard, it was so endearing.

At the end of clinic on Wednesday, we had lunch delivered to us: yuca with ground pork with pico de gallo, and many of us  could not finish our portions. A number of little boys from the village asked for the leftovers and happily finished our half eaten portions. Can you imagine being so hungry that you would gladly eat what someone else picked over and didn't want?

On Thursday, I was part of a group that applied fluoride treatment to the children's teeth, and so many of them had cavities so bad, there was more cavity than tooth left! I hoped that all the rotted teeth were baby teeth, but if their baby teeth were so bad, one could only wonder what chance they really have growing up.

One afternoon, a number of us rode with Don Israel up the mountain road in a pick-up truck to visit a child who was blind. He came out in a hurry to greet us and he was so excited to show us how he could ride his bike. He then went into the house and played us a song on the piano - self taught! It really brought tears to my eyes. It never ceases to amaze me the enthusiasm, resilience, and bright spirit of children everywhere.

-Helen Lam PGY3



Wednesday, July 26, 2017

The Worried Well - Jessica DeJarnette, R3

The Worried Well

 

An interesting phenomenon every primary care physician can attest to is the number of patients on their schedule who consist of the “worried well” or otherwise healthy people who aren’t that ill but come to the doctor for very minor complaints. Ailments like the common cold, eczema, constipation, or a small scratch; all very minor afflictions not requiring treatment from a medical professional drive some people to take time out of their schedule to pay us a visit. At times these visits are annoying, as they can be time-consuming for something very minor, but at times they are uplifting, for example reassuring someone with a headache that it is likely due to dehydration and not to a brain tumor. In the developed world, many of these patients are retired and elderly, with little to no copay so a visit to the doctor every now and then fits right into their routine. Then you have the highly educated patients who spend a bit too much time on Google and think they have a rare disease they read about that explains their myriad of symptoms that is usually attributable to stress, poor diet, lack of exercise or sleep. Then there are the first-time parents who bring their child in for every sniffle, convinced they have pneumonia and need antibiotics. All of these patients are a regular and welcome part of my practice. Part of the reason I switched careers from Emergency to Family Medicine was to have more of this type of patient; to be able to give people good news (“It’s just a cold, you’re going to be fine in a week!”) instead of the all too-often tragic news I had to give to families of the trauma patients I saw in the ED.

 

For many years, I thought the phenomenon of worried well only affected those living in developed nations with regular access to a car and the internet, but after this last week working in Honduras I have noted this is not just a phenomenon in the developed world. Having worked internationally in several different settings from Latin America to Sub-Saharan Africa and Southeast Asia, I can attest to the variety of severe diseases that preferentially affect the rural poor such as tuberculosis, malaria, and malnutrition. Additionally, a variety of chronic diseases such as hypertension, diabetes, and coronary artery disease are affecting developing nations thanks to the trickle-down bad habits of developed nations such as processed foods, cigarettes, and inactivity. These are fast become the norm in many societies that once lived more traditional and active lifestyles.

 

I think most physicians from developed nations who work internationally in more impoverished nations have some sort of expectation of advanced disease and exotic illnesses as compared to their usual patient population. I know I have been guilty of this assumption many times while volunteering abroad. Yet the more short medical volunteer trips I go on, the more I notice the phenomenon of the “worried well” is not just confined to wealthier countries. A volunteer doctor in a refugee hospital elegantly describes this sentiment too in the quote below:

 

“I could hardly believe how many people waited in clinic all day long because of colds, headaches, or other minor ailments that my grandmother could have treated. They came in for a variety of reasons, such as a need for reassurance, validation of their illness, or a “laying on of hands.” No matter where you practice, the “worried well” … are part of your everyday routine.”

 

-Dr. Timothy Holtz

A Year in Little Lhasa: One Year in Dharamsala with the Tibetans in Exile

 

What I noted in Honduras was that many patients complained of cough and cold but didn’t seem to have any symptoms. When I would tell them they were fine they suddenly would also complain of a headache or stomach pain and request medications. Sometimes they flat out told me they just wanted some antibiotics or vitamins, or just wanted me to check their children to make sure they “looked alright.” Again, I was more than happy to oblige-well child checks are a regular part of my practice, but I would say the vast majority of patients I saw in Honduras were healthier than my patients in Vallejo! There are obvious other socioeconomic and educational concerns, and they cycle of poverty is very much at play in rural Honduras, but based on what I witnessed last week, most of the adults and children appeared to be in very good health. This is a very good, but surprising thing to me, and granted was just a very small glimpse in time of a very small portion of Honduras population. Many people, including the project leaders, told us how much the health of the local villagers had improved since project ENLACE started coming.

 

I am reassured to hear this good news, and hope that our future efforts will continue to improve the health of the people in Taulabe to the point where volunteer doctors are no longer needed. I am also amazed by the common human need we all have to be touched, validated, and told that we are okay just as we are.

 

Dr. Jessica de Jarnette

PGY-3 Kaiser Napa-Solano Family Medicine

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

The Generosity of Children - Jessica DeJarnette, R3

As a member of the largest group of Kaiser volunteers to join the Honduras ENLACE trip since its inception two years ago I am particularly impressed by one aspect of this group that sets it apart from other volunteer projects I have worked with: the number of children on our team and their enthusiasm. We had approximately fourteen kids in our group ranging in age from 7 to 18 (there is a lovely 6 month old as well, but for the purposes of this post I will focus on those old enough to walk J); I have volunteered for a variety of projects in the past, but have never worked with such a large group of children. I enjoy interacting with kids but have never considered them to be particularly helpful when it comes to clinical work.

However, I was proven wrong by the youth on this trip. Their laughter, their exuberance, their eagerness to help out in any task no matter how menial, was so impressive. The laughter, spirit of collaboration and excitement made this week both meaningful and fun. It was loud and at times chaotic, but overall these kids, in my opinion, contributed more to the project than the medical providers. They were running the pharmacy, interviewing patients, assisting the dentists, doing art with the local children, hauling luggage, building latrines, basically anything that had to do with the project they were involved with in some capacity. They also collected soccer cleats in the US to hand out to the local children in Las Lajas. And all of this on their summer break, when most of their peers would just want to be hanging out with their friends or playing video games. I heard very little complaining despite a vastly different diet and living conditions then most of them are accustomed to. Additionally the enthusiasm was still present even though a vast majority of the group fell sick to various GI ailments that tend to greet visitors to the tropics with vigor!

I remember being around 10-12 years old and wanting so badly to feel useful. I couldn’t wait to be a grown-up when people would actually take me seriously and I could contribute something meaningful. Now that I am technically a grown-up with grown-up responsibilities, I long for the freedom and silliness of youth. Working and living alongside 14 children and teenagers this week was an excellent reminder to me that even though being a physician is a very demanding and extremely serious profession by nature; one should always strive to find joy in your work and daily life, no matter how menial it can seem. Alongside this special group even counting out pills into small plastic baggies felt like fun! This week was a great reminder to me that without joy, work can lose its meaning, and begin to feel more like indentured servitude. Lately my life has felt like more of the latter as I am going on my fourth year of residency, and am about to celebrate my 10th anniversary of starting a career in medicine. Applying for jobs and thinking about exceedingly boring (sorry financiers!) adult things like 401(k)s, variable interest rates, and mortgages is the part of adulthood that my twelve year old self neither knew much about nor looked forward to. 

That being said, I am going to try and remember the lessons I learned from my young colleagues this trip as I have a lot of adulting to do this year:
1) An excellent way to blow off steam at the end of a long work day is to play a pick-up game of soccer
2) Glove balloons never get old
3) Knowing a couple of goofy jokes is a great way to fire up the crowd

4) Everyone has something meaningful to contribute, no matter their age or education level J