On Friday I observed surgery at Ridge hospital. Here
operating rooms are called theaters. I watched two hernia repairs and two c-sections. Surgery here
is done while the patients are awake. When I first walked into the OR it was
strange hearing the patient talking to the surgeon. The patients are awake
since it requires less observation and removes the risk of side affects from
general anesthesia. The c-sections were awesome to observe. I think I liked
them more than any other surgery I’ve even seen. I did learn that I can handle a
significant amount of blood. In one of the c-sections the mother started
bleeding. The blood was everywhere even the floor, since the surgeon couldn’t
suction the blood out fast enough. The mother received a transfusion and she
and the baby were fine. I guess it’s good to know that blood doesn’t bother me.
Megan Goes to Ghana
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Life Happens Even in Ghana
Life here in Ghana has been a
little unpredictable since my last blog post. Dr. Anderson’s mother died very
unexpectedly late Friday night. So life here has been a little different than
we expected. I didn’t really know his mother well since she didn’t speak much
English, but I have gotten to know the other members of the family. Saturday
was very difficult for everyone. People traveled from all over Ghana to our
house to pay their respects. Its difficult to see people you have grown very
fond of grieve such a significant loss, especially after they just lost their
grandfather in May. Please keep the family in your prayers. The one-week
celebration of life is tomorrow and then the funeral is on August 18th.
Dr. Anderson will be staying in Ghana until then. Also, pray for safe travels
for his brother, wife, and sons that will be traveling to Ghana from the US.
Monday and Tuesday we worked in
Accra with the radio station screening people. I have really enjoyed the
community clinics during the trip. I always felt like I was making a difference
in the people’s lives. Hopefully the people will take our advice and change
their diets and exercise more. The people of Ghana are beginning to face the
same chronic disease that many western countries are also facing like
hypertension and diabetes.
Today and tomorrow we are
just relaxing and preparing for the trip home on Friday. I can’t wait to get
home. I’ve missed my regular diet, hot showers, a washing machine and dryer,
Mom and Dad, Penny, and reliable running hot water. I am so thankful for this
experience. I learned more than I can write about on this blog. I know now that
pursuing a medical degree is defiantly for me. I have the resources, the intelligence,
and drive needed to earn my MD. So the way I see it I’d only regret pursuing
another career. The journey will be long, just like the people in Ghana live
one day at a time, if I take it one day at a time I know I will eventually
achieve my dream.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
NICU
I spent my day caring for 29 babies in the NICU. It was
interesting learning how to care for such tiny babies. I got to feed them and
hold a few. We feed them formula in a cup every three hours. Some of the
mothers come in and breastfeed but many of the babies are too weak to feed
naturally. I also learned that baby boys can lactate. I saw a nurse actually
removing “milk” from one of the boys. I was somewhat horrified at first, but
the doctor said it’s from the mother’s hormones and it stops after the first
two days or so. The babies share incubators and heat lamps that were mostly
donated from the US. The babies in the incubators are so tiny. I knew babies
could be that small, but I have never seen or held a baby that only weighs 2.2
pounds.
One little boy is completely
healthy, but his mother doesn’t want him. She told the nurses to call a social worker. I know I haven’t
walked a mile in this mother’s shoes, but I don’t know how you look at your
baby and decided you don’t want it.
I held him most of the day. He is starved for human contact and love.
The nurses and doctors are severally over worked, so the babies are only held
or touched if they are being fed or checked. Most of the time the mother’s have
to work or care for their other children – leaving the NICU babies in the care
of the nurses.
Side
note – as I write this I have just gotten out of the “shower” and by shower I
mean a bucket of water filled by opening 500mL pouches of water. The running
water here has been cut off. We are not sure when it will return or if it will
return and the house’s personal tank is empty. Please, pray that the water
returns quickly. I can easily live with out electricity here, but running water
is a different thing. Mostly we need to be able to flush the toilets.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Ridge
This week we have been at Ridge
Hospital in Accra. On Monday we were given a tour and introduced to all of the
head nurses in each department. This hospital has many more departments than
the children’s hospital, everything from surgery to dental and even a VIP ward.
The set up and building are very similar though. The first stop on the tour was
the administration’s office, while we were waiting to meet with the nurse that
coordinates everything for us we met two foreign trained nurses from South
Africa and Norwey. We talked for a
bit about the differences here and our and their home countries. I was somewhat
surprised that the Norway nurse decided to move here alone. She said that she
met some really good friends and just decided to stay. Friends are better than
have material possessions. The tour through the hospital was very interesting.
The hospital is fully to capacity and beyond. Beds are crammed in everywhere, even the hallway. In the
NICU four babies all share one incubator. The only equipment in the radiology
department is an X-ray machine. No CT or MRI. In fact there is only one CT
scanner in the entire country.
I
spent Tuesday in the physical therapy department working with stroke victims
and babies with birth injuries. It was quite inspiring watching the stroke
victims learn to walk again. The youngest stroke victim was 36. He wasn’t
overweight, but unknowingly had severe hypertension. Helping the children was also interesting. Many of them had
a week arm since their shoulder was dislocated during delivery. I have
defiantly learned how awesome the miracle of birth really is. We should praise
the Lord every time both baby and mom are healthy after delivery. It truly is
the miracle of life. Today, I helped immunize over 150 six-week-old babies.
After today I’d like to give a huge thank you to every mother and father that
has cared for a baby cries non-stop. After six hours of hearing babies scream
from getting their shots I knew I had lost my sanity.
I
am very thankful for these past few weeks in Ghana. I have learned more than I
could ever share on this blog. The biggest lesson I have learned is to be
content. I have been given much more than I need. I was born to loving parents
that had a stable income in a country where my every need and more is met. I
have access to some of the best medical treatments in the world. I drive on
perfectly smooth roads in a car I was given. I am earning a college education
thanks to HOPE and my parents. Yet, I have grown up in a culture that tells you
to want more so I have fallen into this trap far to often. I recently read a
book called Radical by David Platt
and he asks the question “What would happen if we began to give what it hurt us
to give?” I have seen the need first hand. The hospitals here are choked. They
don’t have the resources to treat every patient. Some people are turned away
since they don’t have the money. I know I can’t change the situation of every
person in Ghana, but we are trying to change the lives of a few children by
raising money for a new swing-set at the Children’s Hospital. (If you’re
interested in donating please email me. Mnorth1@uga.edu).
Misery Does Love Company
We
stopped at the Mall today to eat Chinese before dropping James off at the
Airport. (He’s starting Medical School on August 1st) After eating
Emily and I made a quick stop in the bathroom. We walked in and I couldn’t tell
if there was a line or not so I asked and one woman kept looking at me. It was
somewhat awkward having her watch me like a hawk, so I finally asked her how
she was. A conversation started immediately. She was a woman from California. She
asked the usual like “why are you here” and “when do you go home”, so we
returned the questions and quickly discovered that she was severally homesick.
Oddly enough the first thing she complained about was the food. (Sound familiar?) She said she had been
sick entire time. Obliviously she was ready to go home and was just looking to
speak to other Americans. I later realized she probably recognized my accent
and that’s why she was starring at me.
Other random facts I forgot to mention
1.
Mortgages don’t exist here. If you want a house
you have to pay cash for it. This is part of the discrepancy between housing
for the poor and wealthy. Houses here also take a very long time to build. As
does everything in Ghana – one road that is basically the artery of Accra was
started over ten years ago and they are still nowhere near finished.
2.
Mother’s here that give birth naturally are sent
home the same day. If you have a C-section you stay for two days. Maternity
leave is 3 months long. Mother’s also dress in white for the first 6 months of
the baby’s life.
3.
Girls must keep their hair short like a boy’s to
attend public school. Girls also get their ears pierced the same day or shortly
after birth.
4.
An “A” in a class at the University of Ghana
(where Dr. Anderson attended) is an 80 or above. The students here don’t
believe that an “A” at UGA is a 93 or above.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
One Funeral, One wedding, Two Days
On
Friday we attended Dr. Anderson’s grandfather’s funeral in Accra. His name was Kwesi
Cato and he passed at the age of 91. The service began at 8:30 am and ended
around noon. The service consisted of singing many hymns, tributes from friends
and other organizations, a sermon, and the closing of the casket. The church was standing room only with
about 1,000 people in attendance. The program for the service was 50 pages long.
Mr. Kwesi was a very influential man. He was wealthy and highly educated.
People traveled from all over Ghana to be in attendance. The service was very
nice. People spoke from the heart about a man full of integrity and honor. His
children and grandchildren spoke of his wisdom and love. I was glad to be in
attendance. After the service we went to the cemetery. Here in Ghana they
actually lower the body into the ground while everyone watches. Watching the
casket being lowered was unsettling. It made his death real. Memories from my
grandmother’s funeral last year came flooding back to me. After the graveside
service was over we returned to the church for a thanksgiving service. They
catered lunch so people ate, danced, and celebrated Mr. Kwesi’s life. Around
4pm we headed home. The celebration of life services continued Saturday and
Sunday, but we didn’t make it since we were attending a fellow UGA student’s
wedding.
On
Saturday we went to a wedding for Fedel and Sandra. It was great. It was
probably one of the happiest weddings I’ve ever attended. The congregation
celebrated this couple and their union. The wedding lasted just over three
hours. We sang and danced. The couple exchanged vows, signed their wedding
certificate, and the minister preached. The minister’s sermon was my favorite
part of the wedding. He spoke to the family about supporting the marriage and
ways they pull the husband and wife apart without even realizing it. He advised
the friends to give them space during the first year. He charged the bride and
groom with their responsibilities to the marriage. Basically the minister said
all the things that too many people are afraid to say – marriage is serious and
something to not enter lightly.
Maybe if more people heard what this minister had to say our divorce
rates would be lower. Tyra also
sang at the wedding (she is good friends with the groom). She did an awesome
job! Two interesting facts about Ghanaian weddings – the groom still removes
the veil to ensure he is marrying the correct women and they still ask, “if any
one knows any reason why this man and women shouldn’t be married speak now or
forever hold your peace.” I though they only asked that in movies. I’ve never heard
this asked at a real wedding before. Also, the bride and groom don’t kiss –
they hugged and he kissed her hand. If my wedding one-day is half the
celebration of this one, I’ll consider myself lucky. I have to say Ghanaians
know how to celebrate.
This
week we are working at Ridge Hospital in Accra. Pray that we have safe travels
each day and clear discernment about where in the hospital we should be
working.
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