“You
can plan all you want to. You can lie in your morning bed and fill whole
notebooks with schemes and intentions. But within a single afternoon, within
hours or minutes, everything you plan and everything you have fought to make yourself
can be undone as a slug is undone when salt is poured on him. And right up to
the moment when you find yourself dissolving into foam you can still believe
you are doing fine.”
― Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety
― Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety
Stegner’s
quote has always hit a deep chord with me, but minus the “dissolving” aspect,
because I am doing fine! Over the past month I have had an opportunity to fully
realize the rest of his words in a powerful and personal experience.
I
was five days into my fifth time at Gardens for Health (a planned two month
stint with a definite agenda of projects) when out of the blue I awoke from a
great sleep having significant discomfort with basic breathing accompanied by a
sharp pain in my posterior chest wall. Intuitively, I felt that this was not a
pulmonary embolus, but most likely related to bronchiectasis, a chronic
pulmonary condition I have dealt with for the past thirty years.
Coincidentally, this also happened to be the exact 20th anniversary
when I had the lower lobe of my left lung surgically removed in 1993.
Without
wanting to be an alarmist or go into “freak out” mode, I observed my signs and
symptoms for 36 hours and started my ‘usual’ regimen of antibiotics. I felt in
control, not feeling as though I was experiencing a medical emergency. I felt
safe and trusted my mind and body. When it became obvious that this was not a
transient situation I decided to enter into the Rwandan medical system and went
to the emergency room at King Faisal Hospital , the best Kigali has to offer. It was the beginning
of a ten day long swirl spending many hours at King Faisal as an outpatient; including
visits to the emergency room (twice), radiology (chest x-ray and CT scan)
laboratory and having a consultation with the only pulmonologist in Kigali. He
was an avuncular type who I intuitively trusted and respected and South African
trained. His diagnosis was a significant abscess on my lung, which would
require surgery “sooner than later”. This set the ball in motion to return to
the USA as soon as possible for
further evaluation and culminating with thoracic surgery on 10/10 in Portland , Maine with the same thoracic surgeon
as 20 years ago.
In
Kigali it was humbling to realize how
fortunate I was to have the capability (both financial and self advocacy) to
readily access these medical services. It was enlightening to experience the
medical system in Rwanda first hand. “Pay-as-you go-in-cash”
was a new approach for me. (An emergency room visits was ~$8 USD, the CT scan
with contrast ~$145 USD, and the specialist visit ~$16 USD.) Throughout my
dealings with the staff in all areas, I was impressed with their caring and
professional manner which was not just due to my “muzungu” status, as I had
plenty of opportunity to observe their interactions with Rwandans while
waiting. Some of their professional training still needs finessing such as
implementing the rudimentary and crucial name and MD order match up.
Once
I was ‘in the system’ back in Maine, the advanced computerized technology and
systems were mind boggling, especially since I have not worked nor been a
patient in a hospital for many years. (Despite, these systems, I was ALWAYS
asked my name and date of birth before any medication or procedure.) Similar to
Rwandan health care workers, compassion and care were characteristics of all
those
I encountered.
I
am convinced that my baseline good health, a positive attitude, terrific medical/surgical
and nursing care, and a global abundance of support and love, has helped my
healing process tremendously. As a result, I was given medical clearance by my
surgeon and infectious disease specialist to return to Rwanda within three weeks of my
surgery.
I
am very grateful to be back amidst the Gardens for Health community. I am
pacing myself as I try to pick up from my surprise month hiatus in Maine and feeling really well as I
gain strength each day. Helping
coordinate and prepare for the 4th annual Gardens for Health
Thanksgiving preparations (anticipate 1500-2000 people) has been my main focus.
I am back in major list mode, but always mindful of Stegner’s words!
Helen
There's a Rwandan tradition that people hold
their right breasts to transmit strength and
solidarity to others during challenging times.
Turi Kume means "we are all together."
These photos arrived the morning of my surgery.
Helen with pre operation positivity
1 comment:
Helen, thank you so much for sharing your inspiring saga! Looking forward to hearing about your wonderful Thanksgiving festivities AND that you continue to stay so competently in touch with how you're feeling!
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