For
some time the staff at Blessings Hospital have longed for the security of an
ambulance with dedicated driver to provide a means to transfer complicated
patients to higher levels of care. This
prayer was answered in January by the Sarah Walker Foundation with the
equipping of a used Land-Rover Defender (the famous, nose-down box that never
quits) and the hiring of a driver. This
vehicle does many duties, one of which is to carry a clinician to outlying
villages within our service area, where local churches offer their building as
a clinic site, and then work with the chief and their neighbors to spread the
word insuring that patients come.
Yesterday
the clinic was at Chimbwala, some 20 km /15 minutes away. It was afternoon. The clinic was finished and the driver and
clinician were packing up their supplies to return when an ox-cart was
noticed moving unusually slowly toward
the church building, but there were no oxen!
Instead people were struggling, 4 pushing the yoke and 6 pushing from
behind, to move the cart along. In the
cart was a young man who was seizing.
The
patient had complained the day before of body aches and fever, but people had
ignored him. He wasn’t much better when
he woke up the following morning, and in the afternoon he stayed home while everyone else went to a
soccer game with a rival school. When
his family and friends returned he was unconscious and seizing intermittently.
Lacking
IV supplies, the decision was made to hastily move the patient to
Blessings. Not too long later Harold
Banda, our administrator (himself a nurse-midwife), and William Banda, our
nurse on duty at the time, were chatting on the front veranda when they noticed
the ambulance careening around the corner into the hospital grounds, lights on,
flashers blinking. (We don’t yet have a
siren or true emergency lights on the ambulance, and they were sorely missed as
the driver worked his way down Malawi’s principle artery in the late afternoon
traffic which was returning to the capital).
William started back
into the hospital thinking it was a ruse, but Harold urged him to wait and see:
maybe there really was an emergency.
The staff on board hopped out of the ambulance almost before stopping and related
the essentials. As they opened the back
door to extract the gurney, the patient was seizing. He had not regained consciousness since they
first saw him. The patient’s wife and
friends shared the history, and malaria,
the most common illness in Malawi and one of the major killers, was immediately
suspected.
Harold (who doesn’t
regularly work clinical shifts) joined William in getting an IV started. Some blood was sent to the lab for malaria
testing, and IV Valium was pushed to stop the seizure. Ceftriaxone was pushed as per Malawian
protocol in case of bacterial meningitis, and then the malaria rapid test
result returned: Positive for malaria
antigen. IV quinine was begun,
and the patient later awakened.
The
following morning a man walked into the hospital entrance, and he and Harold
recognized each other immediately: He
was Harold’s head teacher in secondary school.
Questioning the occasion, Harold was
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The "Man in the Oxcart" thanking Dr. Harry. |
told by the visitor that the
malaria patient himself, also a teacher in the village where the clinic was
held, was his younger brother. The
patient felt much better that morning, was awake and taking food and oral
medicines, and was discharged with his wife and brother to finish a three day course
of oral meds for malaria at home. As is
customary here where transportation is often a barrier to care, he was returned
to his home in the ambulance.
Medicine, perhaps
especially in Malawi, at times presents occasions of great grief, futility and
frustration. Malaria can be stamped out,
as it has in many countries, if the political will exists at national and local
levels, and if enough resources are applied to the task. South of the United States, for example, in
two very different countries politically, Costa Rica and Cuba have eliminated
the scourge, but they are the only ones.
In spite of the many frustrations here in Malawi, there are thankfully
also occasions where all hands, including the neighbors, do their parts well, everything works like it
is supposed to, and potentially tragic or fatal situations are redeemed to
life, joy, and ongoing service.