Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Las Estufas



           One of the highlights of our trip was participating in the stove installations in some of rural village homes.  ENLACE and Kaiser have partnered to raise funds for the installation of over 75 stoves, reaching nearly all the village homes in the communities we serve.  These stoves are beneficial for a number of reasons.  First, they consume 80% less wood than the traditional stoves, saving families more money, consuming less natural resources, and producing less smoke pollution.  Also, healthcare providers have already started to see a reduction in asthma exacerbations in home with the new stoves due to the chimney ventilation that reduces smoke in the homes.  This is a major health accomplishment as reducing asthma exacerbation frequency can lead to reduction in chronic lung disease. Here are some photos that illustrate the process involved in installing the stoves:


Carry the very heavy concrete stove from the truck to the house


Place the stove in the kitchen


 Carry in dirt and pack around the elbow where the fire will be lit



Continue packing and compressing multiple layers of dirt




Add layer of ashes on top of the compacted soil

Drill hole in roof for chimney if there is none already


Install the chimney pipe


 Add the metal stove top and hammer into place



Light fire in the elbow


 Wait a few minutes for the fire to heat up the stove


Splash water on the top and watch it evaporate quickly, indicating the stove top is hot


Place kettle on top to boil water!






-Christina Kinnevey, global health fellow


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Being more present in the moment



I really have a love/hate relationship with that small metal box a.k.a my cell phone, that is glued to a 2 ft radius of me at all times.  On the love side, it helps me stay in touch with loved ones despite living far away from some people, or in this case, traveling thousands of miles away.  It also makes my job easier.  I can look up drug doses within seconds, calculate BMI easily, access a calculator for math I’m too busy to do by hand and when connected to the internet, I have the whole world of medical research at my fingertips.  It also allows me to digitally immortalize memories – thousands of them if I wanted by taking photos of the people, places and things I see.  For the most part, these are positive attributes of those cell phones we all carry around and probably the reason we justify never being without them. 

Now onto the hate part of my relationship with that inanimate object… First off, I feel too dependent on this thing.  I get worried when the power level starts to fall below 30-40%... thoughts race through my mind like “what if it dies and someone tries to call me?”   Or “what if I get lost and my phone dies and I don’t have the GPS to get back?” Second, I’m increasingly aware of how distracting my phone is.  Have you ever looked around a room and counted how many people are on their phone at a given moment?  Whether we are in a meeting or a restaurant or a lecture or the line at the grocery store, it’s rare that I don’t see at least a few people on their phones.  There are TONS of things to distract us from e-mails to social media to news articles to stock market trends to games.  It’s easy to pass time on those small boxes.  And I’m as guilty as they come when it comes to this.  Today when I got in the back of the truck to go to clinic, the first thing I did was grab my phone to start doing who knows what to occupy my time.  And for a few moments my head was down and I was focused on the shining light emanating from that little box again.  But then I happened to look up and realize what beautiful scenery I was missing!  I’m in another country for crying out loud!   What could possibly be more important in this moment in a small little box than absorbing the new sights of the new landscapes around me?!  There are native Hondurans sitting next to me that I could talk to and learn about their country, culture and personal stories.  I put my phone down and started to observe my surroundings more. 

This addiction to our smart phones is not isolated to the first world.  As I looked around in the evening at our Honduran colleagues, I saw many of them passing the time on their phones as well.  Only in the rural villages did it take some effort to find people on their phones.  On more than one occasion I passed by groups of kids playing soccer and people just taking time to sit in front of their homes and gaze out.  There is something refreshing about this simplicity.  I decided that going forward, I would focus more on putting aside that pesky device I have a love/hate relationship with, and just work on being more present in moment.

- Christina Kinnevey, global health fellow

Monday, September 18, 2017

Initial musings on our September 2017 trip

Introducing our fall team! Our team this fall consists of 8 people- small, but mighty. Each of us offers a unique set of skills. Together, we make a great team, even evident today on Day 1 of the trip.



Today was day 1 of seeing patients at a church at
Palamichal Carmen. We saw a total of 21 patients. Today I worked at the well child station. Of the 2 "well children" that we saw, both of them were not your regular well child visits as both had stunting. One family with a boy with major stunting reported food insecurity 50% of the week and greater than 50% of the week when their family wasn't working. My heart broke for these kids as I felt helpless in my ability solve their situation. They reminded me of how much we take for granted in the United States. In the US, there is SO much food waste. It's not uncommon that after a lunch time noon conference, there will be containers and containers of food leftover that is immediately thrown into the garbage. Imagine if all the kids and families here in Honduras could even receive a small portion of the amount of food we waste in the US.

The art station 


Speaking of food. My Asian self could not help to document all the dishes we've had so far for our meals. Pictures below.
Rambutans are so delicious!

Our lunch on our first day of outreach clinic 

Breakfast for champions





Our first meal, which was my favorite thus far

Afterwards, a few of us had the privilege of helping to install a stove in a house nearby. The stove is designed amazingly and it was so neat to watch (and help) it being put together and watch it in action as it boiled water. Apparently this stove uses a lot less wood and of course also helps prevent respiratory problems given that it has a chimney that lets out the smoke :)






One of my favorite things thus far has been connecting with the community here. The first day we arrived, the kids next door were already in front of our gate asking us if we had a ball to play soccer with. We played a bit with them and boy do they have energy. Each of them were only wearing clogs or socks, yet were running around with full energy and determination trying to kick the soccer ball. We played until we could barely see the ball because it got so dark. The next morning, the first thing I saw when I walked outside early in the morning as I was headed out for a run were the kids yet again at our doorstep with a soccer ball waiting eagerly to play with us. Unfortunately, it rained that day so we weren't able to play with them. The following day, they were YET AGAIN waiting for us when we got back from the clinic, ready to play soccer with us. Despite it raining (pretty hard at first), they continued to wait for us in the rain soaked.  This time, we were determined to play with them. 2 of us went out in the rain to play with them for 10 minutes. Even though it was just 10 minutes in the rain, they had expressions of happiness on their face as they kicked our new ball around.

Waiting for us to play futbol in the rain 

Well, it's time for me to help out with some preparations for tomorrow.

Until next time,
Jen

Friday, August 25, 2017

It takes a village


My experience on this trip showed me teamwork at its finest. Even though this group was the largest to date, I was a bit nervous before the trip about the scope of this trip, especially with the number of projects that were planned. I was curious to see not only how this group of foreign volunteers would interact with each other, but also how it would be working with the native Honduran population.
As the week progressed, I was so amazed with the cohesiveness of our group and the number of projects we were able to accomplish. It was great to see so many of the kids playing such a vital role in the clinic, such as distributing medications and video ethnography. This week showed me how each team member was able to step up to the plate, adapt to a new skill, and deliver amazing care to a deserving population. One of the most memorable experiences includes working on a neighborhood latrine in the village. Despite the language barrier, together we were able to construct much of the latrine by the end of the week. After hours of digging a 4 foot hole, the owner of the neighboring house even offered us some fresh Coca-Cola, that was likely purchased with this income for the day. It was a joy to see such camaraderie among our American team as well as between our team and the local Hondurans.
-Vanessa, PGY-3

La vida simple


Iphones, washing machines, laptops, and cars…as a fortunate American, I have the privilege of using these appliances on a daily basis. During my stay in Las Lajas, Honduras it was humbling to experience the simplicity of life without these luxuries. Americans often associate happiness with material possessions, and this was not the case in Honduras. The quaint life of a Honduran in Las Lajas revolved around family and community.

During my time in the mountain communities of Las Lajas, it was refreshing to see families and children giddy after receiving a used pair of soccer cleats and a kit with a toothbrush and toothpaste. These children, despite their tattered clothes and paucity of toys, were excited as ever to just play soccer and tag with our team of volunteers. This seemed like a stark difference to the majority children of America, who now spend a majority of their days on an iPad or in front of a computer or television. It was refreshing to see such joy from simple pleasures and even made me even miss the days of my childhood when life revolved more strongly around human interaction.
-Vanessa, PGY-3


Thursday, August 10, 2017

Camaraderie

I’ve been back in the States 2.5 weeks now and have had plenty of time to reflect. Our days in Honduras have blurred together, and I’m left with a feeling of gratitude for the patient encounters, but especially for the camaraderie and friendships built during this trip. It was a unique and unforgettable experience to room with my co-residents, faculty, and their family members. Through flying together, sharing rooms and beds, nightly group dinners, morning yoga sessions, exploring caves, bug spray rub downs, beach and pool time, and bodily function mishaps we grew closer as co-workers and friends.











3rd Year Family Medicine Resident  

Emotions

Day 4 of 8 and I’m filled with all different emotions—excitement, gratitude, awe, sadness, and guilt, among others. I’m elated to be here providing medical care and other services to the Honduran population. I’m grateful to our hosts and to the patients for being so welcoming, but also to our faculty for allowing us this unique opportunity. I’m awed by the beauty of this tropical land. Yet, despite all of this, there is an unsettling sadness for the poverty experienced by these hardworking people. Admittedly, there is also a little guilt for my privileged life. It turns out your zip code is much more telling than your genetic code. I don’t know the answer to solving the world’s poverty crisis, but in the meantime I’ll do my best to contribute in any way that I can. To end on a more fun note, I surveyed the children of the families with us about what I should write about, and these were their ideas:  tiny village dog or baby horse, installing more ecologic stoves in the nearby village, building the latrine, the patients, our good driver who got us safely up the mountainside, and the good food J More to come… 



3rd year Family Medicine Resident

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Crazy Mom

Crazy Mom

This Honduras trip was not only enlightening in our exposure to another place, people, and way of life, but was also a huge personal milestone for me: international travel with an infant.

That's right, I decided to bring my 6 month old daugther with me on this trip. Due to work conflicts, my husband was not able to come so I was truly flying as a single parent. I had a huge about of doubt and worry about this before the trip: was i being selfish? was i putting my daughter to undue risk? would we be a burden to the other people on our trip?

Fortunately, those questions were all put rapidly to rest. We were lucky enough to be travelling with a group of 40 including many of my residency faculty and their families. The whole team was incredibly gracious in their offers for help and eased my stress by making me feel like having Lily there was an added excitement for everyone.

Having her with me also acted to highlight even more strongly the health of the local children. While I had my daughter sleeping in a giant mosquito net tent, the local kids are running around sans-bug spray, sleeping in the open, with rotting teeth. Certainly shows my privilege...


Overall, this was a fantastic experience for the 2 of us to share. Lily acted as a fantastic ice-breaker for her shy mom and I was able to talk to more people and create some fantastic relationships both with some of the local Hondurans and with people on our trip. I'm eternally greatful to everyone for their help and support and look forward to bringing Lily back to Honduras someday!

Here's Lily's safe napping spot at our clinic!

Emily Fisher PGY3

Contrast

During our recent time in Honduras, I had this persistent nagging feeling that something didn't quite compute. I would look out at the gorgeously lush and picturesque Honduran landscape and for some reason it seemed my mind just wouldn't accept it.
I eventually came to realize that this disconnect lay in the incredible contrast between the beautiful country and the conditions in which many of its citizens lived.
Beautiful hilltop homes overlook a mountain view of tropical forests and stunning sunsets, but are made of aluminum siding without running water and with trash littering the ditches next to roads and interspersed in the lush greenery.


Our group led cleaning campaigns at the villages and it was remarkable the amount of trash that was present. I couldn't help but wonder if we were only contributing to this situation with all our plastic pill bottles and disposable toy goody bags for the kids. One colleague mentioned that the kids didn't seem to understand the campaign since one of the children broke his glove and, instead of putting it in the trash bins they were using, he simply dropped it on the ground. It would be tempting to assume that this reflects a lack of caring about the community, but I am reminded of Maslow's hierarchy of needs. If you don't have the basic necessities of life, worrying about where the trash gets thrown away is likely low on the list.


To live in such beauty and in such poverty is a stark contrast I'm still trying to match together. Perhaps the way there is to focus on the beauty and kindness of the people, which certainly matched their country's beauty. ENLACE's founder, Javier, and our hosts Don Israel and Doctora Floripe were incredibly kind, gracious people who love their country and its people and act as guides for others to see that beauty as well.


Emily Fisher PGY3

Saturday, August 5, 2017

ALSO - lessons for students and instructors

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During our stay in Honduras,  I got to help teach the ALSO (Advanced Life Support in Obstetrics) course to local healthcare professionals. There were nurses, general practitioners and OB faculty in attendance. Many of them drove long distances to learn and were excited to be part of the group. During the 2 days we spent together, I think that in certain ways I learned more from the group then they did from me. They freely shared stories from their day to day and the barriers they face to provide patient care. For example, there are no patient rooms and many times laboring mothers share the same bed. Epidural is not available. Electronic fetal monitoring is very limited and not commonly used. Postpartum follow up is essentially non-existent. Understanding how their medical choices are affected by their environment truly broadened my perspective and makes me grateful for the exchange we had.


Bruna,  PGY-3

Work Hard & Play Hard



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This was my first mission trip and one of the things that positively surprised me was the camaraderie amongst the group. Days started early with exercise and preparation for the activities ahead.




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The days were spent with clinics, home visits, stove installations, latrine building, health education and all sorts of community outreach initiatives.













There was room for every single person in our trip to contribute: a 7 y/o applied fluoride on another child, teenagers interviewed the community, and adults helped in the point of care station.
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At the end of a long day, having had family and friends work with us , debrief with us and enjoy quality time together was priceless.







Bruna, PGY-3


Friday, August 4, 2017

Gastronomic Reflections

One of our ice breakers involved choosing an adjective that started with the same letter as your first name - and given that my name starts with an H, there are limited options. Horrifying, horrendous, hasty, happy, hilarious, humble, humiliating, huge, hobbit-like. 
However, I chose Hungry as my adjective and nearly every laughed at me. 
Mainly because it is true. 
I highly doubt however that other people are less hungry than I am, but likely they just don't realize it. Other disclaimer, I don't often eat snacks so meals are my main sustenance. I have tried to get into the habit of snacking, but I cannot count the number of snack bars I have bought and let sit on my desks. Snacks are just not as good as meal time foods. Nonetheless I digress. 

I have tried to put together some photos and descriptions of Honduran foods we ingested during our trip, and unfortunately I only had 3 pictures. I thought I took a lot more but I was obviously mistaken. 

Breakfast in Honduras - lots of pureed beans. I actually grew to really enjoy the beans - some sort of red beans pureed with onions and bell pepper from what I heard. Served with whatever - eggs, plantains, pancakes, tortillas. Apparently it goes with everything. 



Dinner nearly always involved pico de gallo, almost always tortillas, and some sort of protein. The nights we had fried chicken were very popular with the children. They also loved the taquitos. 


You will probably notice the lack of fiber in our diet. But no need to worry about that. Trust me. 

Helen PGY3

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