Bere 2018 #21

Bere 2018 #21

Today ended up being the day of pus!  I planned on removing a mass on a 1year olds head, but he was given ketamine without any atropine so he had excessive secretions, which is normal without atropine.  He was coughing and spewing sputum.  Listening to his lungs, he had crackles, and I wasn’t sure whether he had them before or not.  So I decided to treat his lungs and wait to take the thing of his head.  There was also a woman with uterine fibroids that I was going to remove the fibroids.  But she had a blood pressure of 220/113.  She would likely end up with Ketamine when I didn’t get done in time or if the spinal “didn’t work”.  Ketamine increases your blood pressure and heart rate.  So I didn’t want to cause a stroke.  Neither one was very happy about not getting the surgery done.  I did rounds on surgery and did all the usual dressing changes and the postops from yesterday.  Also another guy who somehow made it on the surgical ward with only malaria that needed to be treated.  In the OR I did a small hernia on a 8 year old boy.  Then I went and did rounds on maternity.  There were a number of kids with neonatal infections that were being treated.  A woman who had her 5th child, was found to be at 13 weeks on ultrasound and no heart beat.  So we started her on cytotec to start the delivery process.  Cytotec is precious here because it can’t be bought locally.  So I place the medicine and we will see if it works.   Most women were doing better.  The one with the dead cervix from yesterday is slowly improving but hadn’t gotten her antibiotics.  I talked with the older sister who said she would now go and purchase them.  I also saw a baby that id seen for the last few days that was delivered at home.  He had what looked like bruising on his back and some fluid underneath.  Initially he had high fevers and those had resolved.   She has started breast feeding again and is generally looking better.  But the fluid seems to be more.  I initially thought it was bruising from the trauma of delivery.  Now a little bit of skin seems to be sloughing off.  Hmmm, is this pus?  I clean a  spot and insert a needle on a syringe.  I pull back on the plunger.  Nothing!  Then slowly, pus starts rolling into the syringe.  This kid needs to have the abscesses drained.

After finishing rounds the baby has apparently just breastfed, so I decide to use only local anesthetic rather than wait a few hours.  I inject some lidocaine after calculating the max dose that I can give.  The skin is so thin over the pus that I cant even numb it up well.  I don’t want to sedate her so I just incise it.  A huge amount of pus comes out her left lower back.  Then I do the right lower back, and get another huge amount.  I open it widely so that adequate dressings can be done.  This is terrible!  I wish I would have put a needle in it the first day.  I hadn’t because if it were blood, then that is a great medium for bacteria to grow and I didn’t want to chance introducing infection.  Fortunately at a week old, the girl will not remember the incision nor the many weeks of dressing changes that will be needed to heal all this.

The ultrasound nurse asks me to see a man he things has peritonitis with fluid in his belly.  The guy looks sick as I see him on the ultrasound table.  When I touch his belly it hurts.  When I tap on it, it doesn’t seem to.  He has no rebound nor guarding.  I ultrasound and only see lots of fluid.  I want a CBC, a CT scan and better history than I am able to elicit with French and English.  He says he speaks English, but I can get more information from him in French as he is using some form of Pidgin English.   I grab a syringe and prep the skin and put a needle into the pocket of fluid I see.  I get yellow cloudy fluid.  He has been being treated for typhoid at the Kelo hospital.  So I suspect a typhoid perforation.  If the fluid were regular ascites, then it should look like urine, not cloudy.  So I decide he needs a Bere digital CT (digital Cut and Touch).  I do the orders, and they head off to the pharmacy to get medicines and to pay for surgery.  The total will be 100,000CFA ($200), and that includes postop IV meds and oral meds too.  I see a few consults before the staff brings him in to the OR.

He looks in obvious pain as he walks in and lays down on the OR table.  The anesthetist wants to do a spinal, so he gets a 1-2 liter bolus of fluid and then they get that done.  His belly is prepped and I get on my cloth gown.  Cloth drapes are placed on him.  As I opened the pack of instruments, I see that this pack is actually sterile, the indicator that was placed, really shows sterility.  I’m pleased and show everyone.  I ask David to continue to sterilize the packs the same way. As I cut into his abdomen, we get pus flowing out.  I guess the sterility of the pack, didn’t matter quite as much for him!  We end up suctioning out 1000ml of pus!  The intestines are stuck together and slowly we separate them and get more pockets of pus.  There is a bad odor.  The typhoid perforation I did a few days ago looked like this but didn’t have a foul odor.  As I look around through all the small intestine I don’t find a hole.  I look at the appendix and the tip I see doesn’t look bad.  I look at the stomach, and then the back side of the stomach.  Nothing other than more pus.  Eventually I look at the large intestine and I find the hole.  It is just at the base of the appendix.  Perforated appendicitis that apparently started 6 days ago.  That means he’s likely been perforated about 5 days.  I complete an appendectomy and wash out the abdomen more.  We close up and head back home at about 5:30.  Both of us want to get out of the hospital compound.  So we take Olens moto for a ride.  It is great to feel the wind on our faces and see the beautiful fields of rice.  On the way back, after sundown, there were quite a few bugs hitting our faces.  We were glad to have gotten out.

As we are eating supper, I hear a rapid knock on the door.  They nock a couple more times even before I can get to the door.  The nurse says that the old lady with a tracheostomy isn’t breathing well.  I asked if he suctioned her, and he said the machine wasn’t there.  I had specifically asked David to put it next to her bed after the last surgery.  I run to the OR, grab the machine and huff my way to the surgical ward.  She is barely moving air.  All of her ribs are heaving, her neck muscles retracting.  Trying to get every ounce of air she can.  The secretions blocking the tube are very thick and barely are able to be suctioned out.  After about 10 times suctioning her, she is breathing much better.  I get some sterile water and squirt it in there to soften the secretions up.  She coughs some more, and finally sounds clear.  She is very tolerant!  During all this suctioning and mess she didn’t try to stop me from suctioning, as most people would do when they know it causes the intense coughing.  I am glad her life is saved tonight! I fear for her future!  I wish I were here longer to decide when to remove it.  I think it is still to early to do it now.  I wish I had a bronchoscope to look down from above and see what the upper airway looked like.  I pray for her again as I do each night, that God protect her from her secretions, from anything the family may do to harm her, from the devil and his plans to destroy her. (1 Peter 5:8)  I pray that the nurses will be vigilant in her care.  And I pray for my other patients and the patients of the hospital in general.  Thank you Lord for saving her tonight.

Bere 2018 #20

Aud’s view.

It’s Tuesday and we only have one more day here. Hard to believe. It has gone by really fast and we have been busy. Last night I actually slept well. I guess my body is finally switching time zones, just in time to return to Oregon, 8 time zones away. I was able to get up this morning in time to eat and go to worship at 7am. It is done in French and Nengere. I understand most of it, but have a hard time concentrating in French so early in the morning. After worship, I made rounds on pediatrics-my favorite ward. Everyone was doing well and I was able to let almost all the kiddos go home.
Next I made rounds on the adult ward. I just have to say that it felt like psych rounds today. The first patient I saw was a 70 some year old fellow with malaria, typhoid, anemia, and a huge scrotumn probably a hydrocele, with the scrotum the size of a basketball. He says he’s weak and wants medicine to feel better. Then he says he wants surgery to fix his hydrocele. When I say I will give him medicine, he says he doesn’t want medicine. I ask how he will feel better if he stays sick. He says he just wants surgery. I tell him he needs medicine to gain strength before surgery. He doesn’t want medicine, he just wants to feel better. And on and on the discussion goes. After I leave his bed to go to see the next patient, his son comes over and again starts to argue, saying that he doesn’t want medicine and can I convince him. This happens as I am at the bedside of each patient. And again when I leave the ward, when I go to the surgey ward, when I go to the maternity ward, when I walk by the pharmacy. Every time I turned around today, the son was there stating the same thing. As of 7pm, I still don’t know if he has any medication. On to bed 2. A young guy with typhoid and no malaria, that has only received malaria treatment, but nothing for typhoid. Ugh! Bed 4 is a young girl who was admitted for vertigo and itching. She was given dexamethasone and vitamins. When I see her she swoons. A true, theatrical fall to the bed. I ask what’s going on and she says she’s fine. Denies, headache, dizziness, vertigo, fatigue, nausea, diarrhea, fever. I tell her we should at least meke sure that she doesn’t have malaria (one symptom is dizziness). She refuses all tests and all medicines. We tell her to walk across the room. She does, then again in a threatrical swoon, lands on the bed. She says she wants to go home. I’m sure I’m missing something in translation but I suspect she is depressed or has some stressor going on in her life. The nurse says we can try to talk with her after rounds in his office. I go onto the next bed. It’s a fellow who has been here for 3 days. Two days ago his labs showed severe malaria. I told him yesterday that he needed to pick up his medicaton. He was going to try oral treatment, but if he vomited, I would change it back to IV. Today I find out that he hasn’t picked up any medicine. He says he wants to feel better but doesn’t want medicine. We discuss the importance of taking medication when you have malaria. We discussed different methods of treatment. Finally after much coaxing, he and his brother agree to buy the oral treatment if I would let them go home. I agree, and write the discharge in their health book (carnet- a portable medical chart that goes with them). I then put the carnet in the nurse’s pocket and tell him that he can’t have it back until he shows the nurse that he has his medicine. As I’m about to leave, the friend of the swooning girl comes over and says that he thinks she is worried about having HIV. Her mother died of AIDS soon after she was born. She agrees to do the HIV test. The nurse will discuss with her in his office after rounds are over. I look at the nurse with puzzlement and he agrees that today was a very strange day.
The rest of my day can be read in Greg’s blog #19 as I assisted him in all the surgeries and the rest of the rounds.
Oh, by the way, the little girl that I hoped had TB disappeared. No one had heard of them or where they went, but she was not admitted and I could not find her the next morning. I don’t understand since they traveled over 10 hours to get here. Bere is a very strange place, but also endearing in its own way. Til next note…

Bere 2018 #19

Aud’s view of Bere.
“I sure hope that kid has Tuberculosis!” Things I never imagined saying with a smile, and yet, I found myself saying just that today. I got into the hospital late today as jet lag would not allow me to get out of bed before 9am. I was about to make rounds when the pediatric nurse asked me to see a patient who had just come in. She is a 3 year old girl who was just skin and bones. She couldn’t even stand up by herself. Her family wanted her to be seen because of a mass in her belly. She had already been seen by medical personelle in the capital, N’Djamena. They had already done an ultrasound of her belly saying that it was probably cancer and that she should go home with palliative care waiting for her to die. When I saw her, she was a sweet, scared little girl, who’s ribs and spine all stuck out because there was no fat or muscle. Her belly was large and very firm. As far as my touch could determine, she had a gigantic liver, measuring from her ribs to her hips and probably even lower. She didn’t flinch at all when I palpated. Her lungs sounded like she was breathing through honey. Considering everything, she looks like she has advanced cancer. But I have seen TB give very strange physical exams in the past, so I hope and pray that she has TB and that treating her will start to shrink whatever is in her belly. I plan to try to get a sample of stomach contents in the morning to look for acid fast bacilli (TB),but will probably treat her anyhow because she has no other real chance. This family traveled more than 8 hrs to come to Bere Hospital because they heard it was a good hospital.

After seeing her, I did rounds on pediatrics. There were more kiddos today-all with malaria. And we had a huge rainstorm last night, so the standing water for breeding mosquitos won’t be leaving any time soon. Anyhow, the rounds were fairly routine. Unfortunately this included the family that refused all treatment. This little one has been transfused 4 times in the past 9 months. Because she came in so sick, the transfusions were always free. However, on each occasion, the mother refused to pay for any of the malaria (or other) treatment and so the child went home each time and didn’t get better, only to get sick again and need another transfusion. When asked where the father was (because the male makes all decisions about money), we have been told that he was coming, that he was far away, and that he was dead. It is soooooo frustrating to me to see how badly children (and often women) are treated. I understand that some poeple really have no money to pay for treatment, and my heart hurts for them. In the past I have kept a secret fund to help families that really can’t pay for their treatment. However, I get very frustrated with those people who choose to not take care of their children. I don’t truly know where this family lies, so I have to trust the information given to me by the nurses. These kids are innocent and don’t deserve the neglect they often face. Greg has had to face this similar situation numerous times as well since being here. When I lived in Cameroon, I fought for the lives of the kids every single day I was there. It is heartbreaking.
Please pray for these innocent little lives.

Bere 2018 #18

Bere 2018 #18

It’s Sunday and we don’t do planned surgeries on Sundays, only urgent ones. So I’ve planned to do a gastrostomy tube on the old woman with a neck laceration from a cow horn that I did a tracheostomy on a few days ago. Also a debridement of necrotic tissue on the kid who may or may not have anthrax. Audrey is still having jet lag and I have to wait till afternoon to operate anyway to allow our anesthetist to go to church, so I tell her to sleep in and recover. Also Dr. Sarah has malaria so I ask her to stay home and get well. I go to the morning worship and then start rounds. The things I see on rounds that I can remember tonight are:

There is the 24 year old with urinary retention, that was told he had a bladder cancer. On my ultrasound I saw blood, not a tumor. I got about a liter of urine out of him. (by the way, I put a urine catheter in another young guy today and got out 3 liters. OUCH!! And he has been walking around with the urinary retention a few days). Back to rounds, this young guy is having pains going down both legs like sciatica. Then there is the old woman and guy who have had the amputations. The guy is healing well. The old woman is not! I think its malnutrition for her as the cause. There is the old woman with the tracheostomy who is gurgling in the tube, so I suction her out, provoking a LOT of coughing. The 14 year old boy with huge open area all over his lower leg I’m doing dressings on each day, he is slowly improving. The guy I did a prostate removal on, is doing well with minimal blood in his urine catheter. The guy with typhoid perforation- we are still waiting for his intestines to wake up after surgery (ileus). The lady with gastric ulcer perforation is improving and her drainage doesn’t appear to be gastric contents. Also the pH is much higher than if it were stomach acid. There is the nomadic lady that we took out an ovarian cancer with all the gelatinous stuff in her belly. She is improving and her intestines appear to be working again. And the old guy with a swollen foot. He is improving and wants to go home. I think it is still not that good, so I recommend he stay. He is insistent on leaving, so I discharge him. Again, I find it much easier to let men, choose poorly for themselves, than when they choose poorly for their wife or children.

On the adult ward, there is the lady who had a stroke who we are giving IV fluids to and asparine and she seems to slowly be improving. The next bed is a guy who has malaria and typhoid, and is improving and wants to go home. Another woman with a Hemoglobin of 3.3 received one unit of blood from her husband. She needs more and I tell the husband to get more family members to come to be tested to give. He says his family is to far away and he wants to leave. I get irritated, and feel the instinct to protect her from him, and I bristle. Fortunately I respond with kindness in my voice (a rarity in this situation). I tell him she needs more blood. He asks if he can give- well of course you can. The nurse tells me he already did the first unit of blood 3 days ago. OH! No you can’t give again, thank you for giving in the first place. He wants to take her to a hospital closer to his home for her to get blood, close enough that his family will go to that hospital. So I discharge her with iron and malaria treatment.

I do maternity rounds next. There is a woman in labor who the nurse says is progressing well, so I don’t bother checking. It seems the delivery nurses here are on top of things, having been trained well. I see a couple women on the ward who have delivered over the weekend and are ready to leave. Next is a Fulani woman (nomadic) who is here because she lives with someone here after she accepted Christ and was threatened by her family (who live far away) for forsaking Islam. She is pregnant and has malaria and giardia. The person with her speaks some English. So that’s slightly better, though not really easier. There is a baby who isn’t pooping and is two days old. Necrotizing enterocolitis? Obstruction? Malformation of anus or intestines? I hate operating on newborns- they seem to always die. I think malformations and other birth defects that I can’t diagnose are common on the ones I have tried. I continue antibiotics and later dilate his anus and some poo comes out. The girl who’s baby died shortly after birth, is ready to go home.

I head to the OR to debride dead black tissue off the 2 year old girl with suspected anthrax. She is given a shot of ketamine IV. I grab a scalpel and start carving off black dead stuff that doesn’t bleed. Eventually I’m down to her muscles on the whole right side of her abdomen and around to her buttocks. As I get to muscle I finally find tissue that bleeds. I pack all the open areas with Dakin’s solution (dilute bleach solution) and wrap her up with ace bandages. We take her to the postop area and bring in her mom to watch her as we prepare for the next one.

The next one is the woman with the tracheostomy tube and neck laceration from a cow horn who needs a feeding gastrostomy tube. She is very dehydrated. As I cut into her belly it barely bleeds. As she gets fluid throughout the surgery, she does start to bleed. I hope her kidneys survive. I cant check them so I have no idea it they are or aren’t. She does have urine in the bag, but I cant tell when it was last emptied. I found a tracheostomy tube and I’m able to change it out from the tube I put in the other day to this one with out bleeding or difficulty. I was quite worried about changing it out, and I’m grateful it went easily.

The maternity nurse stops by to say I need to see someone over there when I am done. So after finishing, I head over there. There are two women. One has a live baby with meconium (dark fluid that is baby poo, meaning fetal distress). The other has a dead baby and it isn’t coming out. She has a huge bruise (2x5inches) down there, where people at home had been working on her for hours. I take the one with the live baby to the OR and do a C-section. We get a floppy baby, but after working on it a few minutes, it starts to breath. I go back afterwards and use forceps to help extract the dead baby. She has a huge section of dead cervix hanging on by a thread (also dead “thread”) I cut off the dead tissue, which doesn’t bleed because it’s dead. She gets antibiotics and I hope she is able to heal. It’s one like this that seem likely to get a vessicovaginal fistulae. A connection between the bladder and vagina from the pressure of the babies head for hours that necroses the bladder. I’m now sweaty and tired and go home to drink some cold water and eat my first and last meal of the day.

As I go back in to check on people tonight, I find an old guy in the ER with a scrotum, literally the size of a basketball. Though that is not why he is here. He feels weak, has a headache, and the health center that referred him said he was pale. I look at his eyes and see NO blood vessels. He is pale! His hemoglobin is 3.3 and they have just drawn a unit of blood to transfuse him. I am sidelined by a couple people in the dark who say they have paid for the surgery for their family member, and can I do them tomorrow. I think I have a thyroidectomy, hernia, hysterectomy and a skin lesion removal tomorrow. So I told them we will figure it out in the morning.

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