06-JAN-B-7

 

LAUNCH THE WEEK OF SURGICAL WORK AT BBH, MALAYBALAY, BUKIDNON, PHILIPPINES WITH MY FOUR PROTÉGÉS IN BETHEL’S HOSPITAL SETTING NOW THAT THEY HAD STARTED OPERATING WITH ME IN THE SOMEWHAT MORE PRIMITIVE ENVIRONMENT OF TECH IN SOUTH COTOBATO,

CLIMAXING IN THE GRAND MMI/BBH

CELEBRATION EVENING

 

 

January 23, 2006

 

OPENING DAY AT BBH

 

            Thirteen cases on our opening day at BBH, as we begin our week with a devotional program and a “lovefest” from the staff many of whom recognize me from the multiple return trips.  They are rehearsing a “Fellowship Evening” for Thursday night, which they are able to pull off in extravagant performances of excellent choral performances, even theatric dances and pageants of historic and patriotic as well as religious enthusiasm.  And, to top it off with a still higher omen of good ambience, the world featherweight championship boxing match was held yesterday in Las Vegas and the Philippino champion, carrying the hopes and pride of the “Pinhyos” worldwide through the Diaspora in which they are scattered, won the title.

 

            Our struggle has been no less heroic if less well paid, since we are trying to do what we can while being overfed and adulated excessively.  Yet, a few more rabbits have come out of hats as we have done a bunch of goiters and a thyrotoxic patient, a radical hysterectomy for endometrial carcinoma, a large ovarian cyst, a hemithyroidectomy for cancer, and several other general surgical cases which have exercised the staff and the students I had brought along now in their glory, flexing what they know and what they can do. At one point I was going to present Alan with the printout of the text “Surgery and healing in the Developing World” when I found out that the students who were intent on studying it had “lost” it along the way, so I have not been able to deliver the text I had sat through the entire printout form my computer on the pdf file download.  But, as Leslie said, she has learned more in these two weeks than she has in medical school so far, which is when John Sutter added, “that’s why I keep following him into such places, since each trip is worth more than the medical school experience altogether.”

 

            In between cases and at the lunch breaks I have showed them pictures form each of the experiences from Somaliland to Sudan, Malawi to Eritrea, and even popped out the Philippine pictures from prior experiences to the point of the summit climb up Mt Kitanglad yesterday.  John and I are very aware of that experience today as we are far more comfortable standing up as all the quads and hamstrings are in spasm as stiff as we are from the descent primarily, and it is easier to stand than to get up from sitting.

 

SECOND DAY IN OR AT BBH

 

                        Breakfast was followed by a personal story of her life and testimony by Alison Froese and preceded the first of a number of goiter thyroidectomies.  I did a large and meaty goiter with Monique Hopkinson who had started out “So, this is my goiter for thyroidectomy?”  It wrapped around both the esophagus and the trachea so this would not have been an ideal medical student’s first operation, but she is undeterred!  I then did one each with each of the other students and launched into a further goiter which I had thought was like the rest, and found it to be a recurrent one after prior thyroidectomy in 2004.  So, that was an interesting operation that went well.  But then came the piece de resistance—a five year old girl from the high hillsides brought in by a man who identified himself yesterday ad from the New Tribes Mission bringing in a young girl with a burn contracture for operation.

 

            The young girl Angelica is uncomplaining. Her left arm is plastered tightly to her side, and she has a web contracture holding her elbow and forearm to her scarred chest.  I could see that she was looking for the first stage in a multi-stage operations series which would have the elbow release by Z-Plasty be one of the easier ones, that cold be done when I am not here.  The tough part was a double contracture, both anterior and posterior web contractures of the axilla, which had cemented her arm to her trunk rendering her still good hand functionless.  She had been in their hut when the kerosene lamp that had been swinging overhead fell and burst setting fire to her and the hut eighteen months ago.  She is still granulating some parts of the denuded area of full thickness burns.    I tried to envision the next stages of the operations she would need and avoid compromising those that were to come, so I would raise no flaps or take no skin grafts each of which will have to be done on the next operations.  So, I sliced up the posterior web, which I knew I would be able to close primarily, and then started working on freeing the arm up to the shoulder to allow full range of motion there and get primary closure at all but the elbow where there was still granulation and at the upper arm where it did not compromise the axilla.  She could then have a later graft to the area of the burn that had never epithelieliazed along with a Z-plasty release of the elbow and another piece of the skin graft to the upper arm, which would not contract as it had in the axilla.  It was a challenging creative kind of resolution to the problem of what kinds of problems do I run into in the outback that might forever change someone’s life for trying to intervene, and as the before and after photos will show, that I believe we have launched well.

 

            We all do what we can.  Out in front of the hospital this morning as I went along creaking my way to the OR like a very old man because of the stiffness in my lower extremity muscles from the climb up Mt Kitanglad two days ago, I saw a “tuck tuck” parked in front of the hospital.  It had several decals of daffy Duck and Spiderman and other icons, and beneath that a sign which said Rev. Arcadia, Operator.  So, a rickshaw drive preacher and an operating anthropologist and a group here in the middle of Mindanao rehearsing their special numbers for the Fellowship Program in honor of the MMI visit are all amateurs doing well what they like to try to do.

 

            I will have to try to pop a few Motrin and get over the stiffness and disability inflicted upon me by the all straight up steep Mt Kitanglad, where no one had ever yet heard of the switchback, since it is a long straight uphill plane to the top.  So, besides having had a birthday in the course of this trip, I am moving around as if I had aged a decade, since my quads and all muscles below the waist are warm tense and stiff, so that I can stand in one place such as in the OR, but can barely move up or down on stairs or even a slight slope.  So, it is good that I have a couple of days recovery before going out to do any kind of exploring—even so far as to try to cross the street to see if I can get to the Internet Café to send these messages.

 

THE FORESHORTENED DAY ON WEDNESDAY 1/25/’06

 

            We have had a chance to make a few plans for our withdrawal here on Friday after the big “Fellowship Night” program on Thursday night.  John Sutter is keen to go scuba diving so a special arrangement is being made for him to leave form Cagayan de Oro on a van and a boat to get to the reefs.  Lindsay and Lesley are eager to get back sooner rather than to walk off the pane like zombies and go directly to class, so that they would have a better chance to get back to GW, and they are moving it up for a change fee for both PAL and the US carrier.  I am going to keep my flights as they are, but there will be a day and a half in manila so that I can meet with Juanny Montero and see the sponsor from Rotary who may be able from her position as the biggest publisher in the Philippines to get the ten thousand gallons of diesel fuel to move the SAR ship form Manila to Palowan for a future PFP mission to that island. That leaves Saturday after arrival for an excursion.  One of the things that I would like to do is to go down the Bataan Peninsula to the island of Corregidor in the Manila Bay, the heavily fortified island with hospital and big guns that the allies had to surrender, abandoning it in the face of the larger imperial Japanese Army, from which MacArthur fled n a submarine to Australia with his famous quote “I come later back!”  That would be an afternoon excursion still giving us a chance to arrange the meetings with Juan Montero if the phone numbers I had left with Jun the doctor who had met us at the Manila airport can call to arrange it.  Allan has been calling him but has not got through, until I reminded him that Jun is in Thailand working with the Islamic approach team which has had some success in the evangelism of the Philippines.  So, we will try to get the as-yet-unarranged rendezvous with the PFP team by the MMI team.

 

            The arrangements that were made to change their flights for two of the students came through an email to Lindsay Eisler’s parents who are currently in Arizona on holiday.  Lindsay’s father is president of Ferris State University in Big Rapids Michigan.  He has a friend in Michigan, possibly Elk Rapids, who has the Taxidermy Museum which I had wanted to visit in July if I am going to be going up there to pull a horse trailer with Porter aboard.  Now it seems I may be able to do more.  The friend of the Eisler’s has made a large gift to Ferris State University—forty million dollars, following the death of his wife form ovarian cancer.  He wanted to establish a school of music in Ferris State, and that may be of interest to a voice pedagogist.  The benefactor also said he would be interested in going on a hunt with me, so we can talk about these possibilities in a visit when we are invited to stay in Big Raids on the way to Traverse City.

 

            Wednesday is usually a half day at BBH, and if I can move my stiffened sore lower extremities I will see if I can make a brief excursion into the Forest Province’s rainforest across streams and off to a freshwater pond.  I will get back to moving about slowly with a bit of Motrin.

 

THYROIDECTOMIES AFTER THYROIDECTOMIES:

ASSIST EACH GWU STUDENT WITH A FULL DRESS

THYROIDECTOMY FOR GOITER OR GRAVE’S DISEASE

1/25/06

 

            I started the day typing up a letter to the Eisler family about their daughter Lindsay and the special “private patient” Evangelica she will be following.  Lindsay suggested I write and accept the invitation to visit them this summer in mid-July when I might be traveling through Michigan.  Then Lindsay and I did the first thyroidectomy for a mass lesion.  There followed a next thyroidectomy with Leslie Keck for a meaty thyroid hyperplasia in a patient with Graves’ Disease.  The next goiter was done with Monique Hopkinson—so that each of the three GWU students has now done more difficult thyroidectomies than any chief resident at GWU!

 

            I scrambled to the front entrance to set up for a posed picture for the group of the MMI which, of course, as always was four students short, so we have to do it over again tomorrow.  But the one good thing I was able to do was to open the computer with its limited access to the internet to see if I could receive, review and delete a few of my emails in the account since I have been away.  I learned that there were two drop outs who had got to this point before deciding to scrap the Rwanda mission even as others are trying to get in.  I got messages and pictures form Michael for my birthday and messages from Virginia.  I was able to send a few of the attached notes to my sisters in trying to get out the series of reports form the Tiboli and the Malaybalay missions and to also send to the Eisler family the letter regarding their daughter Lindsay and the “Private patient” Angelica whom we will be re-operating on Friday in the second stage of a multiple series of operations for here burn contractures.  I could almost completely “catch up” in sending the messages and making plans for the long “off afternoon” which is the staff’s usual day of rest in which they exercised and rehearsed their Fellowship Program for us on Thursday night.  We looked over a CD of MMI and the other parts of the program and I talked briefly with Allan Mellicor about the June possibility next year of Cambodia (Kampuchea) or the five week double trip next year starting in January through February with one team with me to Tiboli and Malaybalay and a second team joining me in Manila for a second two weeks in Leyte and Atlan.  I am still going to find out about the Palowan extension in the use of the SAR ship when I speak with Juanny Montero presumably on Sunday in the tenuous connections have got through.  I will also be going on Friday afternoon to Cagayan de Oro and thin early to Manila on Saturday with a tour of Corregidor off the Bataan Peninsula, famous in WW II for its Death March.  Then from Saturday evening on, as the students all go back by rearranged flights, I will try to hook up with Juan Montero from the Shalom house before I start my return on Sunday evening.

 

ALL DAY OPERATING WITH A THRYODIECTOMY FOR EACH OF MY PROTEGES AND INTERESTING FOLLOW-UP ON POST-OP PATIENTS WHO ARE ALL DOING WELL

 

            Each of my students joined me today in goiter operations:  Monique early and bold, having to be restrained, but technically ahead of the others, Lindsay doing a swift hemithyroidectomy for a goiter before a luxurious lunch climaxed by green mandarin “oranges” and then a large goiter thyroidectomy with John Sutter for a climax for him.   Lindsay managed to get the letter to the Eisler family through the email and we will correspond later.  I also had the “Mexican Fire Drill” of the  MMI Group  Photo repeated from yesterday, where we finally got everyone together but then had to alternate photographers and photographed behind a banner.  Now we await the extravaganza of the Fellowship Program tonight than the staff has been rehearsing for us for weeks.

 

THE LONG-PLANNED AND WELL-EXECUTED PRODUCTION

OF THE BBH-MMI “Fellowship NIGHT”

AN EVENING OF SINGING, PERFORMING AND CULTURAL DANCING AS A FAREWELL TO OUR TEAM AND A HOMECOMING FOR VIVIEN AND DON

 

            The production was a major feat of choreography, song and special events to thank the MMI team, and we were feted well with a lechon de leche and all the fixings.  Don and Vivien Van Wynen were here who go after 52 years of service by Vivien, the one who had first written to me and invited me twenty years ago to come well over a decade ago.   They will be going to a retirement complex in Dallas that SIL runs for its seniors, and it will b near Deon’s son who also works in SIL in Dallas.  It is a bittersweet moment for Vivien who, when first told as a teenager that she would be sent to Mindanao Philippines, got out a map since she thought it was one of the Hawaiian Islands, and as a young girl arrived here by freighter travel to follow GI’s from America as they were still chasing the last of the Japanese holdouts in the hills of the Tiboli region where there were no roads.  After half a century, she had become the “Lady of the Tiboli” translated both New and Old Testaments for Wycliffe, made a dictionary, and established literacy programs---and wrote to me about the hypothyroidism and goiter she had found to be a chief inhibition toward the Tiboli peoples learning their own language once written.  Thereby hangs a tale, since it was after I had sent all the materials and information with the Lipiodal protocol that I met Allen Mellicor on the ACS bus in Chicago as he was initiated into the American College of Surgeons and he recognized my name and told me that   Mindanao was once again just safe enough to travel to and we would organize MMI excursions to work on goiter.  The students each picked up on this theme of “How dangerous Mindanao was—they were at risk for gaining weight from being too well fed, form being overwhelmed with welcoming hospitality and “love bombing” acceptance, and the high risk that now, with all these new friends, they would have to come back.  It was bittersweet also for Don Van Wynen –Vivien’s “Groom”—since he had come in on a walker and has Parkinsonism and is failing fast, today being his 82nd birthday.

 

            The carefully orchestrated program consisted of contributions form each of the BBH teams in full costume.  We, the MMI team sang a song and also put on a slide show in Power Point that Poppy Casino showed with his newly learned tricks of the Power Point.  At his age of 72, he was convinced when he saw my laptop about eight years ago that he should try to do the same in learning than technique, then got into digital photography, and we have been hazing each other about this advance into a new millennium ever since.  He is also trying to learn the guitar—so who knows what is next for me?  He also has made a foundation, the American Foundation to Aid the Poor, which continues to make contributions to the well-being of this area, as MMI gave an anesthesia machine a new OR light, a new OR table and an X-ray machine for Tiboli. Good things are happening, and their own young surgeon Bon is learning to do the cleft lips and palates with the instruments that they are donating for the purpose.

 

            But each of us were invited to say a few words, and even my students contributed in kind when they had seen the whole Mindanao historic pageant and sung the songs and got the warming reception of the BBH staff.  It was a very genuine series of exchanges in which all were edified and we still have another operating day to go!  We will be packing up and leaving for Cagayan de Oro after the last of cases tomorrow, which will get us into the return mode of travel which is the conclusion of our stay here.

 

LAST OR DAY IN BBH, AS WE PACK UP AND LEAVE FOR CAGAYAN DE ORO, WAYPOINT FOR OUR ONWARD JOURNEY  TO MANILA AND THE LONG RETURN HOME

1/27/’06

 

            The evening’s events, a grand climax for a year of planning, did not mean we were not going to have to try to accomplish a shortened list of final cases this morning.

 

Even after the big production number last night in which every one of the BBH staff had been involved, we got up this morning and proceeded to do seven final cases to be finished by noon for yet another extravagant lunch.  The first case was, of course, a thyroidectomy for goiter, which may have marked my third or fourth dozen of these in this mission.  I had also done the first of two “broken wing” girls, each with a web contracture of their upper extremities to their thorax in tight burn contractures.  Angelica –my little angel—was so sweet and happy, we were all eager to see what could be done for her.  I had one final case to do before her and that was a very instructive fistula in ano, in which the sphincters could be seen and the fistula probed with the internal crypt abscess identified and a fistulotomy carried out for immediate relief of the patient’s problem.  We then turned our attention to Angelica to see what could be done to address her elbow contracture since I had released the upper arm to mobilize the shoulder after it had been frozen in place for the last eighteen months.  The result of the prior procedure was really quite good, but the extent of the burn was such that we could not get good triangular bases for the two flaps that would constitute the “Z-Plasty” release and reconstruction.  So, we debrided her granulation from the areas of the burn and also cleaned up all other areas that would be grafted later and made for a higher probability of success of the next stage when she is returned in five days for split thickness grafting to the burn sites and a Z-plasty through better vascularized skin flaps.  This was our “climax case” in BBH and brought to 107 the major surgical cases we had done on this mission in addition to the 732 teeth extracted from 406 patients.  Without dwelling on numbers, that is a lot of lives touched and poor people helped, and by even conservative numbers in multipliers means about a third of a million dollars of free surgical care (with no estimate whatsoever as to the value of the dental care delivered) from this very efficient mission.  We would have our final review of the experience form each participant later tonight, but we first had to have yet one more extravagant lunch with good food and lots of it.  We are at high risk in Mindanao, all right, the dangers of being overfed to a weight gain.

 

PACKING OUT AND TRAVEL TO CAGAYAN DE ORO WITH THREE STOPS FOR SCENIC SIGHTS,

BEFORE ARRIVAL IN THE MARCO RESORT

1/27/PM/06

 

            This concludes the surgical extravaganza of our two weeks of intensive activity, a week in the Tiboli area and now a week in Malaybalay.  We will see what comes of the plans for next year in which we may schedule back to back missions involving my being here five weeks with two teams rotating through, with the first two weeks being the repeat experiences just done in Tiboli and Malaybalay and then a brief break centered in Manila and a forward to Leyte and Atlan, with or without the Palowan mission that has been planned if I can arrange some of the fuel and funding on my layover in Manila forthcoming.  In the two days at Manila, one will be a tourist day and the last day before departure will involve my trying to see about further Philippine mission support.  So, stay with me for the next couple of chapters of the Mindanao-’06 saga!

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