Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The ward

I am so excited to finally have pictures of the patients who i have come to love so much! We are not allowed to take our own pictures in the ward for the privacy of the patients. But it makes sense, if you had a huge tumor coming out of your face would you want people taking pictures of you everyday?
This is Hassan. hes 12 and hilarious. Hes been on the ship for about a month now. When he was about one and a half years old, during the civil war, rebels came into his village, stormed into his house, threatened to rape and kill his mother. I think they set their house on fire and when his mother went outside, she watch her neighbors being killed on her right, and on her left she watch her son, Hassan, be lit on fire.
I dont have a picture of his hands, but if you put your own hand into a fist, and imagine your fingers being stuck in the position, that is what Hassans hands looked it. The amazing thing is you could feel the bones of the individual fingers from the outside of his hand..if that makes sense.
We were able to take his left hand and make fingers again using skin grafts so that he will have a usable hand. I had him as a patient right after his surgery. For days he curled up in bed, never saying a word, or screaming but when i looked closely, i would see tears running down his face. "oh Hassan" i would say "if you're in pain you must tell me so i can help you!" i would kick myself for not noticing sooner. The devotion of his father brings me to tears. He feeds him, gives him water, does everything for him and has his whole life because his son has had no hands. Hes never shown to be bitter or impatient. I also watched him help other patients with getting water and such!
Now, weeks after his surgery he is one of the most outgoing boys ive met here! He flirts with all the nurses, knows all our names! Hes a completely different person. Even during his physical therapy treatments, he grimaces and bears the pain while the therapist move his fingers. Ive never heard him scream, he is such a strong boy.


Foday.
My first ever row of night shifts this kid cried ALL NIGHT FOR FOUR NIGHTS. I even gave him morphine to shut him up and it didnt work. I really hated him. On the forth night the other nurse i was working with had an idea of carrying him around with us and this actually shut him up. we gave him things to play with. and he was quite from 1am-5am. Then when we had to get work done we gave him back to his mother and his bed and he started screaming again waking everyone up.
The open ward system is kinda fun. All of the older men were complaining about this kid at 5am because no one else could sleep. that would NEVER go down in the US.
Foday had plastic surgery on his toes. I believe he was born with all of his toes curled down, which made it hard for him to walk.

Me, Hassan and Sidie.
Sidie had surgery on his left hand. Kind of like Hassan he had a burn wound that took his pinkie and ring finger and his first and middle fingers were stuck to his palm. His burn i believe was an accident with a fire at home. He thinks he a tough boy. I would say Hi Sidie! when i came into work and he would look at me and then walk away. But a few hours later when would be charting at a desk, he would come stand next to me and i would ask if he wanted to sit in my lap. He would jump up, put his head on my breast and curl up on my lap and sometimes fall asleep. Such a sweet heart!! He never said much but i loved him. I almost cried the day he was discharged. I was working in another ward and he came to visit me and i noticed he was wearing his street clothes and i asked if he was going home. He nodded his head with tears in his eyes and ran up and gave me a big hug! he was so excited to go home though and i am so happy his is healed but i will always miss him and our cuddle times.


This is Mohamed. Hes 18 and was born with testes and an ovary. In developed countries, that would be taken care of very shortly after birth. But Mohamed has had to deal with being an outcast his whole life. We were able to remove his ovary and do reconstructive surgery.
One thing i love about Mohamed is that he is so happy, and thankful; he loves God. Every sunday we have church service on the wards for patients who want to join and he always participates. I watched him worship God and thank Him for all that he has done. This world and this life has been completely unfair to him. And yet he is not bitter or angry. As for me, when stupid stuff happens, i always get angry at God and angry at Him. Yet i have such a wonderful life, im healthy and my body works the way its suppose to and i grew up in a country and a family that has been able to give me the medicine i need. Mohamed taught me to stop being a spoiled bitch and actually be thankful for all God has done for me.

This is Mohamed. (if you havent noticed, most people have the same names)
I dont even know where to start with him. Two days ago, i woke up grumpy (imagine that) and didnt want to go to work. This boy saw me in the hall, said "JESSIE!!" ran towards me jumped in my arms and give me a huge hug. Kids are so amazing. They love unconditionally. Whenever i have a bad day or just feel emotionally drained, i look for this boy and ask for a hug and i feel instantly better.
His left had was damaged in a fire and we did reconstructive surgery with skin grafts and now he wears that awesome brace that physically therapy made. He used to have k-wires in each finger. K wires are long metal pieces, kinda like a coat hanger, that run along a bone so that the fingers stay straight, instead of curl inward again like they used to be. One day Mohamed was playing on the floor with a toy car and went to pick it up...with his left hand..and the k-wires (that were sticking out of each finger) hit the floor. He stopped, looked at his hand and started screaming!! just starred at his hand for 20 minutes and screamed. ouch. but so funny!! "oh Mohamed, you need to be more careful yeah" and then he looked at the nurse and kept screaming.
I was thankful i was not his nurse the day they removed his k-wires. He had five, one in each finger, and we literally take a pair of pliers and yank them out. Hes only 4 and sadly he doesn't quite understand what we're doing. apparently he kept saying "why are you trying killing me?!" Sooooo sad!!!
The nice thing about children is that they have a short memory




Deck 7
Mohamed and Sidie
Each afternoon almost every patient walks up 4 flights of stairs and sits outside on deck 7 for an hour or so. If they have an infection or foley, or k-wires, they are not allowed to but for the most part, this is the best part of the day for the patients. The kids get to play around and the adults are able to sit outside in the sun and talk on the phone or listen to music. For the patients who are here for months at a time it is very special. The hospital is on the third floor, with no windows. back in the states i always thought it was unfair to keep patients inside for months at a time. It seems like patients who are in the hospital for weeks go crazy for lack of sunlight. I believe this is important for their emotional and spiritual health. Yes there are bacteria and germs outside. but so what. theres bacteria in poop so theres really no getting away from it.


Sometimes deck 7 can be chaos, as shown here.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Alberta

This is a story that Mercy Ships put together about one of the patients i took care of. Its such a beautiful story with wonderful pictures that i thought id share it with you.
Jessie




“Alberta loves dancing and singing gospel songs,” said Mariah of her five-year-old granddaughter. “She helps me shop, and when I do the dishes, she rinses them. She always wants to help.”

Since Alberta was eighteen months old, Mariah has raised her, allowing the child’s young mother to finish her education. Three years ago, Mariah was cooking over an open fire in front of her Liberian home when Alberta awoke from her nap. Still groggy from sleep, the little girl walked too close to the fire, falling near the cooking oil. It splashed over her left arm and leg, up her back and over the back of her head. The fire quickly followed. The little girl’s left arm was terribly burned, immobilizing its position at her side. Her leg, back and the back of her head were also severely burned and scarred.

For the next two years, Mariah searched in vain for someone who could surgically release Alberta’s arm so she could raise it above her head. The frozen arm caused much embarrassment for Alberta at her day care, where the children constantly taunted her and called her names.

Mariah is a member of the Eden Church in Liberia, where she coaches football (soccer) for a group called LACES. This group organizes teams for boys and girls, ages 10 and 11, teaching them about Christ through sports. The team members collected enough funds to send Alberta and Mariah to the Africa Mercy, a hospital ship where the volunteer plastic surgery team released Alberta’s burned arm.

Because burned skin and nerves were cut during the surgery, Alberta spent several weeks in recovery. An infection added more weeks of recovery time. But her bubbly personality helped her to make many friends among the crew, including the physiotherapy team that coached her through new exercises and the medical team that gave her post-operative care. Much of that care was painful, but most of the time she remained very brave, generously sharing her brilliant smile and even singing while the nurses applied new dressings. Such behavior is very rare among West African children.

“Sometimes she would fall asleep while I was changing her dressing,” said Nurse Becca Noland. “I love that girl. She’s amazing!”

“I am HAPPY!” said the five-year-old as she approached the end of her stay. “I can play and go to school!”
“She’s going to remember this. I will remind her repeatedly of everything she has seen here,” said Mariah.

“It’s a miracle of God that she can have this surgery.”
Story by Elaine B. Winn
Edited by Nancy Predaina
Photos by Debra Bell and David Peterson
Video by Beau Chevassus_     _



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Alberta before surgery.


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Alberta before surgery.


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Alberta before surgery.


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Alberta before surgery.


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Alberta before surgery.


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Alberta before surgery.


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Alberta and her teddy bear recover in the ward after surgery.


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Alberta and her teddy bear recover in the ward after surgery.


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Alberta played with a balloon while recovering from surgery.


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A gleeful Alberta awaits her turn, sitting on Mariah’s lap in Post-Op.


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Never camera-shy, Alberta plays it up as hand therapist Katy Mitchell (UK) fits her for an elbow extension splint.


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Still smiling, Alberta allows the hand therapist to stretch out her arm wearing the elbow extension splint.


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Alberta giggles as the therapist straps on an axilla (airplane) splint over the extension splint.


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Wearing an elastic bandage, Alberta shows the hand therapist, Katy Mitchell (UK), how she can raise her arm over her head.


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Out of Post-Op at last, Alberta expresses her joy.


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Alberta cuddles up to her grandmother, Mariah, as they wait in Admissions.


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“I’m THIS big,” says Alberta, stretching her arms wide apart.



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Alberta can hold both arms way up, thanks to successful surgery on the Africa Mercy.


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A joyful Alberta can hold both arms way up, after successful surgery on the Africa Mercy.


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Alberta proudly presents two arms spread way out, thanks to successful surgery on
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

tacugama

Last weekend, a few friends and I took a overnight trip to the jungle to visit Tacugama, a chimpanzee sanctuary

This is part of the steep hill we climbed up, took us 30 mins, all up hill, it sucked. I cant wait for winter, im so sick of sweating :(


Anyway, this is an example of one the tree houses we stayed in. They were pretty awesome!


This is Kelly, inside our tree house, it was actually pretty nice. No ac though. Lots of bugs and only one light. made for a good adventure!

Lynette and I sitting outside on our deck.

The patio, with the awesome view of the jungle.

Tacugama is a place where people take chimpanzees that have been rescued to teach them how to be wild again and then eventually set them back into their natural habitat. There are five stages the monkeys go through. The first stage is where they go when they first get there, to get vaccines and whatnot. the second and third are larger and have lots of places to play. The picture below is showing them in the third stage.

Apparently this place has been open for 15 years...and they have never set any chimps back into the wild. they say its because theres no place to put them quite yet because the laws against hunting are not enforced. but 15 years? im just sayin...

This is part of the jungle for stage 5. lots of space for the chimps. We could hear them but we couldnt see them.

This is stage three, in back you can see a fence and more monkeys in the back and that is stage two.


The next day we went on a hike to Charlotte falls. Beautiful, but hot, humid and i am out of shape. i wanted to cry. but then i reminded myself that im in africa, in a jungle and its beautiful and i have nothing to cry about...except being sweaty. i am looking forward to winter!

A beautiful stream on our hike to the waterfall.

and the waterfall! So pretty and fun to swim in :)
Hope you all enjoyed!

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

banana island


I took a day trip to an island this weekend. it took three hours to get there...only because the boys wanted to take the off road way. which was kind of fun at times. My head hit the ceiling of the car at least twice, the boys had to push start it once and i think at least twice we couldn't get up the steep mountain so they had to roll the car back and try to get up again. I refused to get out and push...i think id rather die of something more exciting  here in Africa than a motor vehicle accident. ANYWAY it was fun trip all together.

Rhoda on the right, is showing the look of the day, which is "this is fun but i think im gonna die!"

This is the view from the back of the car of a hill we just went up. We started down there in that city (which is Freetown) and now we're way up high on that dirt/rock road.

These are the cars that brought us to the island. These car have been put though a lot of abuse. I cant believe they're still working

We stopped halfway to the island to take pictures of a waterfall, this is my friend Kelly and I.

I forgot to rotate this sorry. Anyway a pretty picture of the waterfall.

So after the two hour bumpy car ride we reach the ocean where we take one of these canoes to the island. you can kind of see the island in the back of the picture. it was about a 30 minute boat ride. thankfully there were 15 of us so we took a larger boat...some people said the last time they came with a smaller group and took a smaller canoe, it tipped over in the water. awesome.

In the canoe! Rhoda and Clinton, the crazy ass driver. I made the mistake of telling him i could drive a stick and he threw the keys at me and said i could drive home. HA!

So once we get the island we had to walk into the water for a little while to actually reach land. I felt like we were never going to reach a beach

A really really big tree!! and sorry i forgot to rotate it again

FINALLY! the freakin beach. sooo nice. soo warm. you can see some of us in the water. after that i layed out on these rocks until i was dry, didnt even need a towel!

Not the most flattering picture of Rhoda and Kelly but this pretty much sums up what we did. read and took a nap on the rocks.

So then this guy asked people if they wanted to take a walk into the jungle. This walk turned into a 4 hour hike. I was wearing a wet bathing suit, flip flops, its hot and muggy and i had just gotten done doing night shifts. As you can see on my face, i really enjoyed the hike.
I believe that if any guy asks me to follow  him into a jungle or even a crowed city, i have learned my lesson and will always say no.

I thought id end with a pretty picture. hope you all enjoyed!