Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Meet Mama Claire

Below is a story, written by one of the Mercy Ships communication team, of one of the patients who received life changing surgery aboard the Africa Mercy. This lovely woman is just one of the many people that has been able to benefit from Mercy Ships being in the Congo for the last few months.  
'For a barely four-foot-tall woman named Claire, social rejection was a daily reality. The focus of this negative attention was an enormous goiter hanging conspicuously from her neck like a sack of oranges.
In the chaos of the street market in Pointe Noire, Congo, Claire just wanted to shop unnoticed. As she wove her way through throngs of shoppers, she tried to ignore the stares and the brusque way she was shoved by passersby. 
But then, as usual, attention suddenly focused on Claire. She recoiled as insults were hurled at her, and people stopped to stare. As a crowd gathered around her, someone declared that she was a witch. Another yelled that she ate human flesh, and that’s what caused her neck to enlarge. She quickly turned away in shame, tried to cover the softball-sized bulges of the goiter, and pushed past the crowd to escape. 
The emotional trauma of verbal insults added to the physical ache from carrying the misshapen, heavy mass. The pain radiated down her back, all the way to her waist. With no money for surgery, she felt hopeless. The only way to avoid the ridicule was to become a recluse.     
Emotional pain was certainly no stranger to Claire. Eight of her twelve children had died of malaria and other illnesses; only four had reached adulthood. And how, she had only one surviving daughter, Olga. Since the age of 8, Olga, now 36, had watched the mass on her mother’s neck enlarge. Now Olga has 3 children of her own to take care of, as well as her beloved mother. She said, “It hurt me so much to see my mother with this condition. When I was young, I woke up every day and looked at her to see if it was gone. I prayed that one day God would do something to help us. Neighbors told us that we could get it removed with surgery, but we had no money for that.”
As the goiter grew, Claire was no longer able to plant and harvest crops – cassava, peanuts, and sweet potatoes – to provide income for her family.  It became too painful to bend over.  
When Claire’s husband died in 2004, she had to depend upon her daughter Olga for support.  Despite the lack of running water or electricity, Olga’s small tin shack provided shelter from the elements. Claire’s bed was a thin pad on the floor draped by a mosquito net. As soon as the tropical sun rose above the other houses, it became too hot to stay inside. The family would sit under a large avocado tree while Olga heated water over a fire to make coffee to drink with bread and butter for breakfast.  Lunch consisted of fish, if they had enough money to buy it, and cassava.
They had no way of knowing that a staple in their diet, cassava, was a goitrogen, a class of food substances that cause goiter growth. Mercy Ships volunteer Endocrine Surgeon A.J. Collins explains, “In Africa, eating cassava is a well-established cause for promoting the growth of large goiters. It contains a compound called thiocyanates, and this is a powerful blocker of iodine uptake into the thyroid gland,” said Dr. Collins. Lack of iodine is one of the factors that contribute to enlarged goiter growth, which is all too commonly seen in the African population. Simply providing iodine supplementation does not cure the problem.
In August last summer, a local pastor stopped near Olga’s home. He made an announcement on a loud speaker that a hospital ship was coming to provide free surgeries. It was a Mercy Ship. 
The pastor showed Claire “before” and “after” pictures of another person with a goiter who’d had a free surgery onboard the Africa Mercy. She was shocked to see someone else with the same huge mass bulging from their neck. And she realized that maybe she could be healed! She became giddy with excitement, laughed out loud, and jumped up and down with joy. The pastor explained that the Mercy Ship would have a Patient Selection Day in one week. “I want to go there now!” Claire exclaimed excitedly.
 “It was the first time my mother ever had hope of having her goiter removed,” explained Olga. “And it was the first time I ever felt that my mother could be helped,” she said.
Claire and Olga attended Patient Selection Day for Mercy Ships with over 7000 other people from all over Congo and some neighboring countries. Finally, it was Claire’s turn to be examined by the Mercy Ships volunteer medical team. She was thrilled when she received an appointment for a free surgery onboard the Africa Mercy to remove her goiter. 
Surgery day couldn’t come soon enough for the 73-year-old who had carried this heavy load for twenty eight years. By this time, the huge goiter had grown to more than 3% of her 35 kilos of body weight. 
On the day before Claire’s surgery, Olga, wrapped in a colorful African scarf, sat beside her mother’s hospital bed. They had waited and prayed for so many years for this moment to come. 
The next day, nurses escorted Claire to the OR where surgeon A.J. Collins was waiting. The surgery took several hours due to the size and complexity of the abnormal growth.  
Olga wept when asked how she felt about seeing her mother after surgery. She could barely even remember what her mother had looked like before the large mass had started to grow.    
“I’m so overwhelmed with joy,” Olga said. “The first day we came to meet Mercy Ships we didn’t know what the outcome would be. Right now, I want to say a big ‘thank you’ to Mercy Ships and all the doctors and nurses who changed my mother’s life. I never thought my mother would have this surgery. She had this condition for so many years. I’m very, very happy.”
Now, Claire will be able to walk down the street and shop in the local market without the fear of being mocked. She has been freed from both the physical and emotional pain.
At her post-operative checkup, Claire greeted her surgeon Dr. A-J Collins with a big smile and two thumbs up. “Before surgery, I was sick and very sad. But, now, since having the operation, I feel alive,” she remarked.'


Story by Pauline Rick
Edited by Nancy Predaina
Photos by Michelle Murrey, Pauline Rick, and Deb Bell

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Amazing Race - Pointe Noire

Due to good timing I managed to be part of the the Africa Mercy Amazing Race for the second time! After doing so amazing last year (read: second last and not really amazing at all with our fair share of mishaps) I felt it only made sense to join again. And so the other weekend I devoted my Saturday to frantically running around Pointe Noire with my lovely team mates (Mercy's Angels), completing an array of random challenges.
Mercy's Angels
After donning our lovely team outfits found in the ever trendy boutique (read: the place people dump the stuff they no longer want when the leave) we were pumped and ready to take on the other teams. And so we hit the ground running, madly waving down the first taxi we saw. Which may not have been the best strategy as he was probably wondering what those crazy white girls running towards him wanted and if maybe it wasn't worth the money to figure out. But we managed in our small small French to point him in the direction of the airport, our first destination. We were pondering the exciting notion that maybe they were going to send us off on an airplane like the real Amazing Race, until one of us pointed out that perhaps the little amount of money they gave us wouldn't get us too far. In fact that challenge turned out to be finding some locals to pay us to shine their shoes.
Notice our lovely team outfits.
From that point on there was no stopping as we ran around from the beach, to the grande marche, to the fish market, to the Hope Center, to the craft market, to the soccer field, to the off ships team house. All the while sweating as we solved riddles, cooked an omelete, looked for various items, paddled a canoe in the ocean (which I didn't tip this year!), bought some fish, made a fire and cooked the fish, made a wood carving, played soccer with some local kids and caught some chickens. We briefly entertained the idea of "Guys what if we actually won this thing?!," which, while being way off base, proved that our morale was high. Though by the end of the day as we ran over to the very Amazing Race-esque mat at the finish line we quickly queried "We aren't last right?!" And no! We were not! Tenth out of fourteen, not bad for three girls who didn't really know the city or French. But we had a blast! So thanks Mercy's Angels for being awesome team mates! And who knows, maybe I'll be around for next years third annual Mercy Ships Amazing Race as well...?  
Shining the police man's shoes
Math. Takes way to much concentration.
Scored a hat trick!
Let's just say my wood carving skills leave a little to be desired.
Searching in the prickly bushes for chickens to catch.
Out on the choppy sea.
Hitching a boat ride across a "small river" which came half way up our wastes.
Our more-then-one-box-of-matches-smoked-fish-is-okay-right? fire.
Keeping it cool all the way to the finish line.







Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Snapshots of My Life

So here is a brief glimpse of my recent life in pictures. A more informational blog to follow (hopefully this weekend!)
Before our hike down the gorge
Hiking through the gorge
Enjoying a meal at the beach after our hike

View from port side
View from starboard side
Ah, pit "toilets"
Agricultural site





Destination of our beautiful hike

Dancing village kids. So cute!

Amazing Race Pointe-Noire (more to follow in later post!)

Italian naval aircraft carrier off port side of AFM



Partial Guinea reunion with pizza on the beach!
Rooftop patio sunset. Gorgeous.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Blood Donation - Round Two

"Michelle Wallace to the lab, Michelle Wallace to the lab." I was just getting up from some chatting and games in mid-ships to head to bed last Wednesday evening when I hear myself being summoned to the lab over the loud speaker. And so to a chorus of clapping and cheers I head down a couple decks to the lab to donate my blood. A patient who had been in surgery for about ten hours with a neurofibroma and had depleted our small supply of O+ blood needed another unit and I was the lucky donor. So my fellow lab tech did the honours of collecting, for her first time since she had been in Guinea, while I walked her through it (and a lovely job she did).









This past week saw a couple of large surgery cases. We were scrambling to keep up with our blood supply for the OR. As soon as we would collect a unit it would be requested for a patient. Due to not having the 6-8 units of B+ blood (which is hard to come by on the ship) requested for a surgery scheduled on Thursday the OR had to postpone the surgery until the next day. And after a long day full of collecting many generous donors we had enough blood to go ahead with the surgery. So it was a busy week down in the lab, a little bit stressful too but in a good way. And it's very encouraging to see all of the people (especially so many who are afraid of needles but were willing to put their fear aside) willing to donate their blood. Because there can be no "Oh someone else will if I don't" mentality when there is such a limited supply of people to donate. So to all those reading, both on the ship and at home in their own country, go be a blood donor! You can save a life!