"If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy.
If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem.
But I arise in the morning, torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world."
-E.B. White

Thursday, April 28, 2011

April 28th -- the end of the road!!!

Well, friends, this will probably be the last installment of TaritasTravels.. for a little bit at least. Blogging has been really good for me and I´m positive that it will continue on future trips; for that, though, you´ll have to stay tuned. First, a HUGE thanks to those who have followed and given me feedback and encouragement, it has really meant a lot and even though I haven`t had time to respond to you all personally, know that I have read every single word (often more than once), I really appreciate the support, and I will pay you back somehow and someway soon!!!!!!  You´re the bomb!!!!  Now, my Latin American experience wrap up...

My 4 months of travels have come to an end, and I´m in Quito now, trying to kill time and anxiously awaiting my flight home (I get back to MPLS Friday night, April 29th).  This has been an amazing time for me.. and if you´ve been following my blog you know that I´ve had some monster adventures, some harrowing experiences, and a lot of fun and laughter --and challenges-- in between.  But beyond the fun (and there has been a LOT of that), it`s also been a time for self-reflection and personal growth... a time when I could finally get my feet wet doing international medicine and learn about international public health -- something that in the past has only been ideas and hypothetical scenarios in my mind, rarely shared with anyone and certainly without much of a context to bring together the intertwined strings of ideas.  This was a ´´make it or break it´´ sort of experience... a testing ground for my future.  Can I handle the life abroad? Can I be comfortable living every single day in Spanish? Can I teach myself to think outside the box and focus more on innovation and creativity in the midst of limited resources and intermittent ´´essentials´´ such as internet access or phone service?? Can I go back to the basics and think about nutrition instead of MRIs, antibiotics instead of valve replacements for advanced rheumatic heart disease? Can I remain motivated by, and not overwhelmed or become depressed, by the poverty and injustice that I see?  Can I adjust to the frustrations of sometimes crappy (ha!) food, long lines, inconvenient public transportation, and --when I think about a future career-- an unmotivated and apathetic government who so easily robs from the poor and gives to the wealthy?  Perhaps, most importantly,  what does my gut say --- is this something that feels right... is this where I can be happyIs this my future?

Well.. to be completely honest.. I think it is!!!!  Of course more training awaits and the details have yet to be dreamed, let alone wrinkled out... but it does feel right.  For the experience I feel totally blessed because it certainly has changed my life. I realize how crazy spending my last 4 months of medical school abroad really is, and I know that I´ve been incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to basically construct my dream adventure while remaining supported by friends and family, and staying safe. That´s something I don´t take for granted, but I do know that this trip was worth the risk!!!!


My final couple of weeks in Ecuador in the town of Pedro Vicente Maldonado were, for lack of better words, totally awesome -- I felt so welcomed in the community and was very comfortable in the hospital and I know that the residents trusted me and at times even sought me out to ask what I think or what we do in the US during a certain situation... and that made me feel happy.  :)

In my last blog I talked a lot about different cases we had that have impacted me in one way or another, so I won`t spend too much time talking about more... but there have been some interesting ones that those of you in medicine might enjoy.  We had one 7 month old boy who was brought in by his mother. He was TOTALLY covered in really nasty looking bug bites --likely scabies-- and mom says that she´s seen worms coming out of his anus... we took a look and HELLO!  Squiggly worms everywhere!!!  Pretty nasty. And in a 7 month old... :(  Parasites are real here (and in Peru).. tons of people with diarrhea and weight loss and you test their poop and sure enough they´re infected by 6 different kinds of parasites.  Not too bad of a treatment -- just pills for a few days -- but they do have a tremendous impact on the patients and their families who are also likely infected.  One of my favorite things to do while I was working in clinic was to ask the patients where they came from. A common response was a sigh, a hand wave signaling some far off distant land and then the words..´´pssh! a DENTRRRRRO!!!!´´ ... meaning they live in the boonies.  You ask for more details and they say, for example, ´´a five hour walk down the gravel road because buses only pass by one time a week´´ or ´´follow the river and turn left after about an hour when you get past the palmitos´´ or ´´you take this bus then this bus and then this bus and then walk for like an hour´´.  It´s pretty crazy.  So I guess it makes sense when they come in with tons of parasites because they don´t have the resources and have to drink the river water, bathe in it, and wash their clothes in it.  Which also reminds me of something else.... the hospital has hired a microbiologist to do some research about the local area, including extensive testing of the river water. The hospital has seen a dramatic increase in cases of salmonella and antibiotic resistance... the microbiologist tells me that it´s because there are some local pig and chicken farms that are totally polluting the environment and dumping into the rivers that the people depend on. The hospital is trying to build a substantial case so they can do something about it (yes!! public health!!).. but it´s taking time and in the meantime people are suffering because of it.  I think that´s pretty interesting.

Que más?  Ohhh we had one 3 year old boy that just broke my heart. He came in with both parents and 3 siblings (both younger and older)... they were in for parasite testing (required by schools here and need a signed doctor´s form).  We took care of the 4 kids and then as the family was packing up getting ready to go the mom mentions that this 3 year old, Pablo, doesn´t really speak. His only words are mama, papa, and muchacha, but otherwise he interacts with kids, plays soccer, runs around, smiles... just doesnt really talk.  Mom thinks he understands and can hear without problem, but they`ve never had him tested. Otherwise he´s a totally totally normal kid (and super super cute). His two younger siblings speak great.  After talking to the family for awhile and attempting to talk to Pablo it became pretty clear that he doesn´t hear very well at all, maybe can hear something but not too much...  there´s no screening tests here for infants (except in Quito), and this was the kid´s first time ever to the doctor because he was born at home... so basically he just fell through the cracks.  And the family has no insurance and no money so unfortunately have very few options (and have missed a substantial part of the learning window for language and speech).  SO sad, but the hospital is going to try to work with the family to see if they can come up with some sort of plan, and soon.  One afternoon while I was working in the ER, two 8 year old boys were brought in... they had been riding on the same bike and crashed because the brakes went out. One had a major deep gash on his chin (that I later got to sew up!) and was freaking out but was otherwise fine... the other had no visible wounds but had a serious head injury as he kept repeating ´´where am I, what happened´´ despite telling him over and over again... plus he was in and out of consciousness... it was really bad.  There´s no CT at the hospital and we wanted to send him somewhere to have one, but when the mom finally arrived she refused saying he wasn´t insured and absolutely could not afford the $20 ambulance fee plus $150 CT cost.. if they paid so he could have the CT (which may or may not affect his outcome..), the rest of the family (5 other kids plus parents and grandparents) wouldn´t be able to eat for weeks...  What do you do....???   I also saw a 50 something year old woman in clinic who, after having 9 children at home throughout her life, was at her first doctor´s visit EVER.  She had pelvic pain.  On exam I felt a huge mass on her ovary and we referred her to the gynecologist who was coming to the hospital the following weekend... but how do you break such horrible news to such a stoic woman?

Tough cases, but I´ve learned a lot and we have had a lot of successes as well. I think I mentioned in my last blog that Andean Health and Development (AHD), the NGO that started this hospital in Pedro Vicente, has just started building a new hospital in a larger town two hours away called Santo Domingo.  Dr. David Gaus, the founder of AHD and a Notre Dame grad (that´s how I got involved in the first place 5 years ago with this organization) was just recently in Minneapolis at the Notre Dame club trying to raise some money. Some people at the ND club knew of my connection to AHD and asked me to make a video talking about my experience with the NGO.  I put one together one afternoon and posted it on youtube so they could use it for the fundraiser. If you´re interested it´s at  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEOIOVLR71A&feature=youtube_gdata_player.   It´s kind of weird and awkward and I honestly have no idea how the hell it has so many views, but it does talk about my involvement and it was meant to shine some light on health care in rural Ecuador.  Enjoy.

Life for me, of course, is not all about work.  For Easter weekend I was lucky to be able to meet up with a good friend of mine that I had met 5 years ago and kept in touch with through the years... and we headed to his hometown in western Ecuador and spent 3 days at the beach!! whooo!!!  The sun here is HOTTT and I got a little fried my first day but then got smart and stayed in the shade and instead enjoyed the delicious cerveza that was unbelievably cheap and made occasional trips to the water to play in the waves.  Awesome weekend, and the beaches in Ecuador are highly recommended!!!!!

I´m sitting here at this internet cafe in Quito and salivating as I think about eating Mexican food as soon as I get home.. yumyum.  And seeing my cat.  I was just thinking about my weekend at the beach... I ate either ceviche, encebollado (delicious fish soup), or shrimp for 10 straight meals.  That just makes me happy. 

These 4 months have been amazing... I feel like I`m a changed woman, but invigorated and totally happy.  This has been a different sort of life -- a different pace and a different culture and I´ve been forced to slow down, step back, observe, and just simply enjoy the moments.  What a blessing.  Traveling by myself during this time has been quite interesting... I´ve gained more independence and confidence and along the way have met truly amazing and inspiring people... but I also really realize the importance of family and friends -- and think it´s always more fun to be with someone sharing the experience!! (any takers for next trip!!?!?!?!)   Every experience I´ve had and every person I´ve met I think has happened for a reason and I take a little piece of each of it with me... I think back to all the random people in Honduras that warmly opened their doors to me and shared their life. Or the little kid who sat down with Harry and I as we ate lunch from a restaurant balcony overlooking Lago Atitlan in Guatemala and told us how he was shining shoes all day to earn money to bring food to his family and also buy his aunt a wedding present. Or the physician in the public clinic in Cusco who told me of his experiences working in the rural mountains of Peru and planted seeds in my mind about potential public health projects in childhood nutrition and preventative health care in those areas.  Or Dr. Gaus from Ecuador and all that he has accomplished -- what a role model.

I´ll leave you with a quote I found awhile ago when I was reading some work by Che Guevara (everyone in Latin America loves him.. why can´t I too??) that I think fits what I`m feeling right now...

"What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land."

I´m coming home! And more adventures await...

See you soon,
Tarita!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

April 19th, part 2

So, it takes too long to add photos onto this blog, so I´m making a facebook album with pictures from this leg of the trip... check it out if you dare.

Dactyl

April 19th

Hello friends and family!

I´M IN ECUADOR!!!!!!!  I`ve been here since April 2nd... and the time has been FLYING!!!  Heading home on April 29th.. can`t believe that my 4 months abroad are just about over.
Let me give you an update on life as I know it... since my last post.

My last posted ended with me in Cusco, about to embark on a 2 day ´´Motorcycle Diaries´´ adventure with the one and only Harry Cavero.  And an adventure it was!!!  SO MUCH FUN!!  We loaded up his motorcycle with a tent, sleeping bags, a change of clothes for each of us, and then I wore a backpack full of 2 days worth of food and a few other random supplies, and the two of us set off out of Cusco --him driving, me sitting behind-- on the road that leads to Lima (if you went that far you`d arrive like 20 hours later..) with the destination of the hot springs of Conocc in a beautiful valley next to a raging river.  This was March 21st.  Yes, so we got all loaded up and set off on the adventure, all pumped up and excited... and within 10 minutes we found ourselves in a terrential downpour of rain.. complete with thunder and lighting, and even little chunks of hail.  Perfect weather for a motorcycle ride.  For the 4 1/2 hour ride, about half of it was in the rain, coming from all directions Forrest Gump style... with me clutching Harry, scared to death the motorcycle was going to spin out on the wet roads and we`d plunge to our death off the side of the cliff... but no, we survived!!!!  The ride was actually quite beautiful when the rain cleared and we could actually see ahead of us... once you leave Cusco, you get to an open plain that is just filled with fields of crops for as far as you can see.  Very picturesque, especially because over the open plain there were areas of sunshine and areas of clouds with pouring rain, creating quite the dramatic landscape.  As a break we decided to stop at some local Incan ruins that Harry had never been to.  We got there and found them just to be old Incan terraces for cultivating crops, so not that impressive, but the cool thing was that the people of the town were actually using them to grow crops! -- and they were doing exactly what the Incas did a long time ago.. they were testing out different seeds in different growing conditions.  Pretty sweet, I thought. Anyway, back on the road we continued and eventually climbed out of the plain and emerged at the top of a gorgeous and huge carved river valley. It was cloudy so there wasnt much of a view, but Harry says that on clear days you`re totally surrounded by snow-capped mountains, including the tallest mountain in Cusco-- would´ve been sweet, but we weren´t that lucky.  From there we continued along the road at the top of the valley for a couple of hours, with occasional descents and climbs to and from the river below.. absolutely beautiful, especially at sunset which is when we were there.  We also stopped at Incan ruins called Tarawasi -- or ´´House of Tara´´ -- which I naturally thought was awesome.  It was a ceremonial site along an old Inca trail.. with intricate steps leading up to a ceremonial area containing lots of niches for Inca mummies.  So, obviously, in order to fully immerse ourselves, Harry and I posed for pictures as mummies within the ruins.... and then continued on.  The ride was long, and especially painful in the dark because I no longer had scenery to distract me from the scream of my buttcheeks on the rock hard and narrow back seat of the motorcycle.  Fabulous. But we finally found the turnoff from the main road and embarked on a 20 minute steep descent to the river, as the thermal baths were located right next to the water.  All fine and dandy until HARRY`S BRAKES WENT OUT AND WE STARTED FLYING DOWN THE CURVY BUMPY UNPAVED ROAD -- PLUNGING TO OUR DEATH!!!!!!!!  SO SCARY!  He eventually got us stopped, after dragging feet and using the front brakes.  But that was it for me.. I bolted off that thing and refused to get on again and walked down the rest of the way.  Not cool!  We made it to the baths about 9pm, both of us exhausted from the ride but thrilled with the adventure...only to find the water, in the hottest pool, was about as warm as swimming pool water after a cold rain. :(   We decided not to swim, and instead set up the tent and enjoyed the sound of the wildlife and the river before falling asleep.   The following morning, we did take a plunge into the baths, though not for long.  We then left and climbed to the very tiptop of the valley to a town to get breakfast and get the bike and brakes checked out.  After we got the clear, we headed on our 4 hour drive back to Cusco.  On our way back we stopped at more Inca ruins that were absolutely phenomenal.. once we got there. Unfortunately the actual task of getting there was a bit of a chore and we almost really hurt ourselves.  The ruins themselves are a bit up a hill off the beaten path and there`s just a muddy walking path to get there. Well, we were both a little lazy so Harry decided we´d just ride the bike up the path.  Big mistake... we skidded out like 5 times and got our legs trapped under the bike twice!!!  And also lost control in the mud and came to a dead stop after smashing into a rock.. whoops!  Don´t worry, I got it on camera because it was hilarious. And this is why we wear helmets.  But anyway, when we finally got there it was beautiful, and I`m sure that if there were a bit closer to Cusco, there would be much much more tourism there. But lucky for us, there wasn`t! There were all sorts of terraces, with a couple areas for religious worship, and a beautiful river running through that the Incas had redirected in order to have it run by their areas for religious ceremonies, plus a huge natural rock on the side of the mountain with a cave which apparently was used for connections with the underworld.  It gave me the heebie geebies so I didn´t go in, but it looked cool from the outside!  And the afternoon was beautiful and sunny, and everything was covered in wildflowers.  I totally fell in love with that place.  The rest of the trip was uneventful except that it was awesome and thrilling to be on the motorcycle.. I totally felt like Che.

The next couple of days I spent working in the clinic in Ollantaytambo, which is a medium sized city in the Sacred Valley on the way to Machu Picchu. Overall, I´ll be blunt, it was a bad experience with more shadowing and very basic sore throats and coughs, so it wasn´t exactly what I was hoping for. The sweet thing, though, was the ruins in town. Harry came by on my last day there with his tour group, so I tagged along with them for the afternoon which was great.  There are also some ruins on the massive mountain across the way from the main ruins...I spent one afternoon climbing them with Erik Anderson (a med school buddy), and two other gringos and that was a blast -- though it seriously gave me an appreciation for the hiking ability and lung capacity of the Incas back in the day.  On Saturday March 6th I boarded a train and headed to Machu Picchu Town, aka Aguas Calientes. That night I met up with Harry after he finished his hike into Machu Picchu with his tour group, and the following day was spent at Machu Picchu!!!!!!  It wasn´t my first time there, but regardless it really is an amazing place.. very spiritual and mysterious.. as well as totally impressive to see everything that the Incas built and learn all about their empire and studies of the natural world.. it is just fascinating. Unfortunately it was a pretty crappy morning.. rainy and cold.. so it wasn´t showing all of it´s splendor... but it was a nice way to end my time in Cusco. 

That being said, the following day, Harry and I left Cusco and flew to Lima. We spent the day hanging out in Lima, eating ceviche, walking around, saw a movie (there are no theaters in all of Peru except in Lima!!!!), and then that night boarded an overnight bus for an 8-hour ride to the town and region of Huaráz.  We spent the next 3 days there and totally had a blast.  Huaráz is a cute little town nestled among big mountains in the Andes.  It´s the best area of Peru to do some serious mountaineering, (I´m talking 16,000 to 18,000 feet summits!!!), which we obviously didn`t do.. but you can also take day trips through this valley between two massive mountain ranges and that´s what we ended up doing. The tours took us to multiple tourquoise blue mountain lakes where there was ample time for photos and a little bit of hiking. We also visited a town named Yungay that was absolutely crushed by an earthquake and avalanche in 1970... 26,000 people died. Can you imagine?  What`s the death count in Japan right now? 14,000? The town itself is actually buried beneath more than 10 feet of earth and just walking around and thinking of all the people who died beneath your feet 40 years ago was a pretty humbling experience. We also visited the ruins of Chavín which Harry really wanted to see (I was pretty ruined-out).. but it was kind of interesting to see the homestead of a pre-Inca culture. They had this temple that had crazy maze-like walkways underneath and a massive pole that was a religious icon.. the place freaked me out so I didn´t stay long underground... but it was nice to visit.  On March 31st we took an overnight bus back to Lima and spent our last day together on April 1st.  We basically just ate ceviche and drank beers all day next to the ocean. It was awesome and a nice way to conclude our weeks together. The following morning we parted ways, as Harry headed back to Cusco to work, and I pressed on to Ecuador to complete my final 4 weeks of my 4 month trip.

Arriving to Ecuador on April 2nd I was supposed to meet up with my friend Johnny in Quito -- a friend from my first Ecuador trip 5 years ago when I was in college.. he now lives in a town in western Ecuador -- but he got delayed, so I instead spent the day hanging out in Quito. The highlight was really really really good Mexican food (I had been craving it for about 3 months)...but that´s about it because I had done the touristy stuff of the city when I was there before and didn´t want to embark on a whole day adventure again. The following day (Sunday April 3rd), I boarded a bus and headed to Pedro Vicente Maldonado (aka PVM or Pedro). Pedro is the town where I´d be working for the next month.. it´s about a 3 hour ride from the mountains of Quito to the subtropical area of PVM and has a hospital started by a Notre Dame grad that basically is everything that I, in theory, stand for in international health.  It´s freaking awesome.  Learn more about it from their website... www.andeanhealth.org  --> I refer you to the link on the left side under ´´Impact´´ that says Hospital PVM.  That´s where I´m working.  The organization (Andean Health and Development) just started the process of building another hospital in a town two hours away called Santo Domingo.  Basically, this organization is singlehandedly changing the way health care is delivered in Ecuador... and it´s totally awesome.  So I´m here for a month to learn -- they have 7 family medicine residents that rotate for Q4 call and have their own clinics and also cover the emergency room.  It´s pretty phenomenal what they´re able to accomplish here in rural Ecuador with so few resources.. and though it´s not perfect (I´ll tell you some stories in a little bit), it´s much much MUCH better than what they had before --- which is basically nothing. Before HPVM the only option for about 30,000 people in the northwest region of Ecuador was to go to overcrowded and expensive hospitals in Quito (a 4-5+ hour ride away.. obviously not good for any emergency!!) that focus mostly on specialty care and don´t really offer preventive or primary care... or to go to Ministry of Health clinics or hospitals spread out over the country, that nearly always are understaffed, undersupplied and basically unreliable. So, this place in Pedro is great for the community because they deliver unparalleled, reliable care.. and it is (mostly) affordable -- I could go on a whole rant about the payment system here, but in order to keep this blog shorter than a massive novel I´ll hold off for now.  But, it´s pretty interesting... maybe next blog I´ll expand.  They´ve been here about 10 years I think and have done such amazing work as a private hospital that the government of Ecuador has taken note and is starting to implement the Andean Health model into the country´s system. Talk about great public health policy!!!!

My first day was April 5th and they´ve been working me pretty hard ever since (which I don´t mind because the town is tiny with nothing to do).. 12-13 hour days, with a q4 30-hour call day. This week I have to give an HOUR long presentation (IN SPANISH)...so that should be interesting.  Every day I´m feeling more and more invested in this place and feel much more excited about medicine and health care than I have in awhile (the Peruvian hospitals killed my spirit a bit).. so life is good. 

I celebrated my birthday here last week.. I happened to be on call so no libations were had (at least not yet), but I did buy a cake to share with the residents (the cake said ´´Happy Friday´´ because I felt weird buying myself a cake and then writing on it ´´Happy Birthday Tara!!). But that was good.  Otherwise it´s been a lot of work and really not much play.  Except, I guess, one night I convinced a few of the residents to go with me to the local karaoke bar (keep in mind that the town itself is like 3,000 people... tiny!!)... so there´s no way that people aren´t going to notice and remember the one gringa in town drinking and belting out American 80´s tunes... but I sang anyway (Total Eclipse of the Heart), and with full force like I was in front of a rowdy audience at the VFW in good ole uptown.. and it was awesome. I also gave a shout out to my lady Sarah Bazurto (a close friend from Madison who spent 8 weeks with me in Pedro five years ago when I was here for the first time... we spent quite a bit of time in the karaoke bar together back then singing Maná and learning to dance).. so I also sang a little Maná in her memory... holla!!!!

Life at the hospital is good.  We start our days at 6:30 with basically a morning report where the overnight residents give a run down of all of the old hospitalized patients (I think it´s a 15 bed hospital.. usually we have 7 or 8 inpatients at a time).. plus tells the full story of the newly admitted patients, any transfers to Quito or other hospitals (HPVM is a ´´secondary care´´ hospital, meaning there are labs, xray, surgery, and inpatient -- at least some of the time.. but there´s no CT machine, there´s no ventilators--though they can and do intubate patients and then manually bag them in the 3 hour ambulance ride on the transfer to Quito), and they also tell about any interesting cases from the ER and then usually do a little teaching based off of that.  I think it´s pretty productive, and it´s pretty interesting.

This is definitely a ´´tropical medicine´´ hospital -- I mean, we see a lot of crazy spider bites, snake bites (they have a whole protocol about how to approach this based on snake type, and the hospital houses a large collection of the snakes that people bring in after they´ve been bitten.. ahhhh!!!!), machete wounds, fertilizer intoxication (there´s not much oversight here for the use of pesticides.. and there´s lots of big farms around here... specializing actually in hearts of palm!!), weird infectious diseases, dengue, malaria (they do see but I haven´t seen yet).. and things related to the socio-economic status of many of the patients who live in inadequate housing with poor nutrition, no access to vaccinations or preventative care, etc..   But, the hospital and ER also see a lot of what we would call ´´normal ER stuff´´-- abdominal pain, kids with fevers, appendicitis, dislocated shoulders, broken bones, motorcycle and car accidents (I´ve seen FIVE 20-something year olds DIE from motorcycle accidents here.. nobody wears helmets and nobody drives well... SO SAD), and pregnancies and deliveries.  In fact, I delivered a baby last night to a 15 year old girl...it was her first, but after observing her interaction with the father (who was there in the hospital but unable to tell us her last name or birthday.. and who sat and stared at the ground when she was going through painful contractions and sweating and begging him to fan her with a towel...) I felt pretty helpless and sad as I thought about the future for them and the baby.  It was a good experience, though, because with the help of my resident we had to make a very large episiotomy which I had never done before... and we had to do everything, including cleaning the baby, doing apgars, weight/length.. everything the nurses do in the US... so that was good.  This is a normal functioning hospital that is really making a valiant effort at meeting the needs of the people it serves -- and I`m really happy to be here. 

The thing is, though... that it´s been somewhat hard for me to adjust to how things work here at times.  For instance, there is only access to labs between 8am and 5pm (you can´t check a white count at midnight with a possible appendicitis patient or a Hemoglobin in a pale 30 year old pregnant woman with 3 days of vaginal bleeding but the inability to make it to the hospital because she lives in an area where a bus comes by once a week -- not that they have a blood bank, but still).. same with xrays.  So any broken bone that comes in after hours... what do you do? How do you reduce a convoluted looking arm without an xray??  There´s no official ultrasound during the week... on the weekends a radiologist from Quito comes in and just does ultrasounds all day...(the hospital has a pretty decent machine but the residents aren´t trained to use it.. this is someplace where I feel like I could really be helpful in the future once I improve my ultrasound skills.. come back here and teach that!!).  At times there is a surgeon but no anesthesiologist, or vice versa... so that´s obviously not helpful when you have an acute abdomen.  In cases like these the only option is to send the patient in ambulance to another hospital -- most likely to Santo Domingo 2 hours away, or to Quito 3 hours away.  It´s too bad, but as much as I hate it, there are limits to a rural secondary care hospital and that´s where I guess I´m struggling because I just want to be able to do everything and take care of everything ourselves and not ´´give up´´ the patient.. but only after 2 1/2 weeks am I coming to terms with the fact that we´re not Hennepin County... but I still feel like we cannot just give in and say, ´´oh, well that´s just the best we can do.´´

Case in point... I think that this hit home last week when we had a female patient 30 years old with two big (10cm diameter) necrotic lesions on her legs with obvious osteomyelitis to the bare eye.  She also was clinically in acute decompensated heart failure.  I won´t go into the details of all of the case but basically it took us 3 days to figure out she had severe rheumatic heart disease, neutropenic, needed a valve replacement STAT, and that she was hyponatremic.  Why 3 days?  On admission.. she came in after hours so basically there are no tools are available except your brain...we couldn´t get labs for 2 days, we couldn´t get an EKG because even though we had the machine it doesn´t show you the tracings and there wasn´t any more paper for it to print on (and there´s none available in town of course). We really could have used an echo but there isn´t anyone in the hospital that knows how to use the machine.  So frustrating.  When things finally got sorted out -- the differential included leschmaniasis, endocarditis, tuberculosis, amoebic liver disease, leukemia -- (I know, right... its a huge variety when you basically have no information???).. we decided that she had to be transferred to a bigger hospital with more resources because she required intubation, which we did, but there is no ventilator nor adequate meds for sedation etc.  So, we transferred her by ambulance to Quito. The normal 3 hour ride took 6 1/2 hours because on the way en route was a large landslide (from all the rain we´ve been getting recently) that blocked the one road that leads to Quito.  In the ambulance about 20 minutes before arriving at the accepting hospital, she went into respiratory distress then lost a pulse and later died.  Such a sad sad SAD story.. and I can´t help but shake my head and wonder how things could have been different if there were different SYSTEMS in place to improve the management of this patient.  Of note, when we got word of what happened in the ambulance (one of the residents went with the patient because she was so unstable and then informed us of her death), we informed the family of the news.... they then told us that five years ago she was in Quito for a valve transplant (despite repeated questioning to the family during her time at HPVM they NEVER mentioned this previous diagnosis???).. but she was unable to get it because she was unable to afford the $5000 cost.  I´m not surprised, really, when the average income for people from this community is $1-2 per day. But such is life here, and I find myself struggling to accept that this is how it has to be.

On a much lighter note, however, they overall do have a lot of successes here with a thriving outpatient practice that does a LOT of preventative care and primary care stuff, lots of surgeries --appendicitis, gall bladder disease, hysterectomies, tubal ligations--, psychology, and consultants like ortho,urology,ultrasound/radiology who come on weekends.  I´ve overall been very impressed.

When I do have time I´ve been exploring the countryside a bit with my ipod and tennis shoes.. I still can´t get over the fact that people here just think I´m a total fool if I go out for a run.  It´s like I´m an alien or something and they just stare at me with this perplexed look on their face. HELLO I CAN SEE YOU STARING!!!  At this point I don´t even care anymore and I just stare back or wave and I think that has loosened people up a bit. I´ve been taking the same route pretty much for the past couple of weeks, and the people that live along the road now wave back to me and the kids are starting to jog with me a bit, so that´s been fun.  I also no longer get chased by dogs, so that´s a good thing.  Over the weekend I went for a run and literally got chased by a cow, and that´s not a joke. It galloped after me and it was probably one of the most frightening experiences of my whole life.  This particular cow and his friends had broken through their fence next to the road and there were like 15 cows on the road and there was nothing I could do but just slowly walk by them.. until one got pissed at me and charged, and I started sprinting. And of course they were hanging out on the road just around a curve where they would be completely invisible to any driver coming from either direction until it would be too late.. hello, does this scream Motorcycle Diaries to anyone?!!??!!?! -- and yes, that was my second reference to that movie in this blog.  Oh, cows. 

My time here is quickly coming to an end as I only have three full days left to work in the hospital ---whaaaa!!!!!!  This weekend for Semana Santa (Holy Week) I don´t have to work (holla!!!) so I´m going to pretend like I´m Ecuadorian and do what the Ecuadorians do -- HEAD TO THE BEACH!!!!!! Should be a fun and relaxing time... and I´m hoping to work on the tan a little bit because contrary to popular belief, just because I´ve been in Latin America for 4 months doesn´t mean that I´m now brown... Cusco was rainy and freezing, and for the past month I´ve been indoors working during nearly all daylight hours.  The beach will be a nice break, for sure.

I hope that everyone is well... can´t wait to get home and see you soon!!!!

Hasta luego, or as they say in Quechua in Peru ´´Tu pa nan chis cama´´ -- until we see each other again....
:)
Tarita

Monday, March 21, 2011

March 21st

Hello from Cusco!!  It has been quite awhile since my last update.. partly because I´ve been adjusting to a new city, and partly because I´ve been in the same place for the past 3 weeks and have had less going on, and therefore less to write about. 
 
But, life is good.  Cusco is really an amazing place... but I must admit that I came vastly underprepared -- both in the fact that I simply don´t have enough warm clothes with me, and the fact that my intestinal bacteria was simply not prepared for this place and has left me with tummy aches, diarrhea, and various other illnesses over the past 3 weeks... I am beginning to think that my GI system will never be normal again.  But, other than that, life is good --- different.. but good. 
 
The past 3 weeks I have been working in Hospital Regional here in Cusco.  The focus of this blog, I guess, will be mostly about medicine and my experiences in medicine here... so sorry if it bores you, but that´s been what has filled most of my time and thoughts.  Hospital Regional is what people here consider the ´´middle ground´´ hospital.  There is also a very nice hospital nearby called ES Salud for people who have government insurance (and therefore are government employees.. for ex, Harrys parents both have this as his father works for the university and his mom is a public school teacher).  There is also a hospital for the ´´poor´´, but according to Harry, it actually is a better hospital than Regional because the docs are better, they have more supplies (paid for by the government), is a newer place, and overall the care is better.  I don´t have any way of comparing because I´ve only been working at Hospital Regional... but after talking to other locals, that does seem to be the consensus.  There, of course, are other private hospitals as well, but only wealthy go to these. 

At Hospital Regional, most people pay out of pocket for their care, but others (about 10% of the population in Cusco) have what is called ´´CIS´´.  CIS patients have a basic insurance and therefore receive some help from the government for their care.. but as I´m finding out, their coverage is pretty much lacking on all fronts and often leaves patients stranded and unable to pay for necessary lab tests or procedures.  People qualify for CIS based on income.  If they can prove that they live totally off the land and have virtually no income, they receive CIS for free.. if they have some income but not a lot, they pay about 30 soles, or about $10, each month for the services.  In general, health care isn´t nearly as expensive here as it is in the US.. I did spend some time working at a local clinic outside the hospital (more on that later), and a doctor´s visit cost about 5 soles, or $1.50.  An endoscopy in the hospital costs 80 soles, or about $35, and most patients pay this out of pocket if they´re able, or they plead with the doctor to give them a reduced rate because they simply can´t pay (I´ve witnessed these conversations multiple times, and you can just see the pleading and desperation on the patient´s face... the doctor usually does give in and give them a reduced rate).
 
((As a disclaimer here, I am going to share some experiences and I hope that my attitude doesn´t come off as purely negative because I have had very good experiences too... but the stories that I want to share are the ones that stick out in my mind.. which for better or worse are those that contrast most, perhaps, with the medicine that I know from the US.)) 
 
The hospital is quite an interesting place, and I remember being *very* shocked during my first days at the hospital... but now I´ve adjusted a bit and see things as more ´´normal.´´   For example, all of the hospital rooms are large wards with usually 6 beds in each area.  Patient privacy doesn´t exist, and all patients are talked about in front of other patients. This occurs on rounds and throughout the day in clinics.  For example, multiple times in clinic I´d be watching a procedure, for example an endoscopy, and the doc would find a really nasty gastric cancer or horrible ulcer, and then go on to briefly discuss it with me during the procedure with the patient right there as well (and on a side note, the patients receive NO sedation or anesthesia during endoscopies, colonoscopies etc... NONE... they just choke down the tube and are totally aware of everything going on and are gagging and barfing the whole time.. and they just have to sit there calmly when the doc finds something bad and they have to listen to his excitement about the finding without having any idea of what it means except that it likely is bad, especially when they hear the ´´cancer´´ word...).  But anyway, we´d be doing an endoscopy and have this horrible finding, and there´d be two patients in the attached room through an open door, obviously within hearing distance, hearing about the finding as well.  When the exam ends, the patient comes into the room where the other two patients were waiting, and sits down, and in front of the other two patients the doc explains that the person has stage IV uncurable gastric cancer, likely with metastases to blah blah blah, and there´s not much that can be done (especially because this patient can´t afford to see an oncologist to hear other options..), it´s really horrible.  Then the patient just stands up and walks out with their spouse.. no treatment plan, no future appointments talked about, and basically a ´´good luck, this is your fate, I can give you some pain pills if you want.´´ It was pretty tough for me to watch one patient in particular with this situation, and watch his wife (both were about 75 years old) just start crying uncontrollably and nearly collapse... and then two minutes later without being offered much comfort or much more information, it was time to continue on with busy clinic and they just walked out hand in hand to face ´´fate´´ at home and alone. 
 
I have this great picture of a sign on the wall of one of the rooms... it basically says that patients are expected to bring their own toothbrush, toothpaste, drinking water, toilet paper, and comb because those are not provided by the hospital.  Patients rely heavily on family and friends to bring them these necessities that we would just expect the hospital to provide in the US.  The wards are open air to the outside... and at night temperatures sometimes drop below freezing but are always at least in the 40s.. there´s no heating, and patients are only supplied one sheet and one heavy blanket for the bed they sleep on... family members usually bring many blankets in order to keep them warm.  There are no bathrooms in the wards, there are just two toilets for their entire floor of about 30 patients, and there is little privacy.  There is also no soap (anywhere.. not in the bathrooms, the rooms, the nursing stations.. nowhere!) , no warm water, and no toilet paper or toilet seats.
 
I think one of my biggest initial surprises was watching how morning rounds are conducted.  I´ve spent time with many different services in the hospital (more on that in a little bit), but rounds are always the same and equally astounding each morning.  Basically, there is one ´´intern´´ ((medical education here consists of a test after you graduate high school at age 16.. if you do well you´re admitted to medical school.  Med school is 5 years, with your 5th year as your ´´intern´´ year.  During your intern year you basically run the hospital with little help from any attending or other interns during the day except for during a few hours of morning rounds -- and there isn´t much teaching that goes on, it is more like negative enforcement.. why didn´t you do this, why didn´t you do that.... Then, after your intern year you are sent somewhere into the countryside to basically be the only doctor in a huge community.. and there you learn more skills, mostly, it seems to me, by trial and error. After that you return to the city to complete your specialty training, and then you go out and practice.))  Anyway, rounds almost always start at 8:30am after a morning report lecture by one of the interns. Then, a group of one or two staff, 2-3 interns, 5-6 medical students from cusco (usually in their 3rd or 4th year), 2 nurses, 1 pharmacist, and one person always supervising, and me...enter the ward room and stand at the foot of a patient´s bed.  If that isn´t intimidating enough, the patient isn´t even addressed.. instead the intern tells the story of the patient, or the events from overnight or results from various tests to the group, and the staff makes adjustments or asks questions and then moves on.  The patient isn´t asked how they are feeling, where the pain is etc, nor are they really informed of the next steps in their care or the progress of their illness.  Occasionally there is a physical exam, but that´s the exception not the rule.. and never before the exam are they warned about what´s to happen.. usually the doc just pulls back the covers, lifts up the shirt and pushes on the abdomen without so much as a ´good morning´. This was very surprising to me, but the patients seem to deal with it ok, perhaps because that is the only sort of care they´ve known throughout their life.  It just seems very impersonal to me, and I feel like they probably do miss a lot of important information by ignoring the patient.  I´ve also noticed that most patients don´t have any visitors with them... so in many cases, familis aren´t really involved in decision making or informed of what´s going on with their loved one.  You can certainly tell, however, that those who do have visitors seem much happier and seem to get better faster.
 
All happenings within the hospital and clinics are done on paper.. no computers, no EMR.. just paper charts.  And usually the patients are responsible for keeping track of their records because as various labs and tests are ordered, patients have to use outside labs, clinics and pharmacies because sometimes the hospital doesnt have the resources to offer what the doctor requests.. and the patient is responsible for understanding and keeping track of everything.  The hospital does have a CT and MRI machine (which suprised me, a lot!).. since about a year ago... but they are all printed results, and printed xrays.. nothing is computerized.  Also, which I find quite peculiar and at times hilarious, the doctors all have their individual stamps which they use for EVERYTHING.. its like an obsession.. stamp this stamp that.. bam bam bam, baddaBING baddaBOOM.. go pee in a cup (STAMP!), go talk to this person (STAMP!), thanks for coming today (STAMP!).  I dont know, I guess I´m searching hard for humor in what otherwise often seemed like somewhat desperate situations.
 
Before coming to Cusco I had arranged with the US contact for the hospital (a¨Peruvian doc who now works at HCMC), to spend 3 weeks working in the hospital, a week on 3 different services.. and then one week working at a ´´Posta Medica´´, or rural community clinic, in a town called Ollantaytambo in the Sacred Valley on the way to Machu Picchu.  When I arrived I quickly realized that life would not be that organized, and instead I have spent the past 3 weeks bouncing around quite a bit between services without continuity and have felt like I´ve not been able to settle down into a routine, nor develop any meaningful relationships with any staff members.  And that bumbs me out a lot, of course, because my expectations were to help out, learn a lot, and perhaps be lucky enough to make some professional contacts.
 
My days have consisted of working from 8am til noon.. just 4 hours a day.  I´m not complaining about the hours, but I did have very good intentions before coming down here that I´d really be able to help out, learn a lot of things, work hard... it just hasn´t happened that way.  Instead nearly everything has been purely shadowing.. PURELY SHADOWING.. and that´s incredibly frustrating for me as I do feel like I can communicate with patients and do good exams and come up with diagnoses and treatment plans and really be of service.  I cannot overemphasize how much I hate standing around and watching (and this is why my ADD has led me to emergency medicine..)...and how frustrating it is to feel like you´re worthless and just a bystander, though you know you have the skills and training to be of use.  Despite repeated attempts to improve the situation, nothing has changed and I´ve basically given in to the system and watch from the sidelines, trying to at least learn by observation from the interesting and unusual cases...
 
In the last 3 weeks..
 
I´ve spent 3 days with the neurology service and their very fiery female neurologist.  I´m not a huge neurology fan, but we did have some very very interesting cases of neurocistercercosis (a pork parasite that gets into your brain and causes seizures and other nastiness..) -- something that´s absolutely never seen in the US.  We usually did about 2-3 hours of morning rounds on patients --- a whole range of stuff including neurocistercercosis, strokes, epilepsy and pain issues, and then went to her clinic located in the hospital where she saw a variety of neuro things.. but mostly headaches and back pain.  She´s a crazy character but did do some teaching which I appreciated.  She´s also clearly overworked as the demand for neurologists here is much much higher than the supply.
 
Spent some time with a very fun and interesting GI doc (one of the highlights from these 3 weeks)... who is also the president of the medical school here in Cusco.  Interestingly enough, he also has a TV program that shows at 8am on saturday mornings, so one morning I checked it out and it was quite good although a bit bizarre as he lectured on about random medicine topics.  Anyway, in his clinic saw lots and lots and LOTS of patients with diarrhea (oh man, how I empathize!!!).. as well as lots and lots of stomach pains, reflux etc.  Like I mentioned above, he did lots of endoscopies (all without anesthesia), a few colonoscopies, and wrote lots of scripts for omeprazole and antibiotics.  One of the craziest things that I saw, however, was something not for the light of heart and I warn you as you read ahead.  During one busy day in clinic we were talking to someone about something, and an intern knocked on the door and told the doc that he had a patient that urgently needed to be seen (a common occurence in clinic.)  In walked an 18 year old man, who from the looks of things was in very bad shape.  He walked slowly, shuffling his feet, shoulders hunched, eyes only towards the ground in front of him, avoiding any contact with others.  He was invited to sit down and explain why he needed a GI consult.  In a slow, soft, and broken voice he explained that two weeks ago he was walking home in the dark and was jumped by about 5 men his age.  They proceeded to steal everything off his body, beat him up, and then raped him repeatedly.  Since that time he has had horrible rectal prolapse to a point where he cannot lead a normal life because he cannot control bowel movements and he is afraid to eat because it may later cause public embarrassment. And he is clearly totally full of shame after all that has happened. I also think that he was quite embarrassed that I was in the room listening to his story.   Horrible horrible horrible... the patient was referred for surgery, but his psychological needs were not adequately addressed... Though I haven´t seen him again, I think about his situation often and I just hope that everything turns out ok.  It´s really horrible to see how bad some people can be toward others... and how important the role of the physician is to help with the sequelae.. both in physical, but also emotional and psychological, needs.
 
I spent various days with general medicine... honestly nothing too out of the ordinary or super interesting there...a lot of the same bread and butter stuff... as well as various days with Pulmonology/Infectious Disease, who together take care of a LOT of tuberculosis patients and occasional hospitalized HIV patients.  The TB patients were interesting to me, simply because I have only seen a couple in Minnesota... and many of these were full blown TB with old ladies coughing up nasty bloody chunks, and young men with horrible looking chest xrays.. and a whole range in between.  It was also interesting to hear the doctors discuss among themselves the different tiers of treatment.. a legitimate concern here because of repeated exposures, noncompliance, or incomplete treatment.  One patient (23 year old man... younger than me...), actually, was going to be flown to Lima to receive multi-drug resistant TB treatment because the hospitals in Cusco simply can´t care for him.. and luckily he has the money to pay for it.
 
Also spent one day with Obstetrics.. though it was a bit disappointing because I had been asking to do it for 3 weeks, and finally my last day in the hospital they let me do it.. and the service was slow with only one pregnant lady that MIGHT deliver that day (and wasn´t going to happen during the four hours I was there in the morning).. plus I also happened to be basically weak and crippled by my own GI explosion problems, so I wasnt in the best of moods to be waiting around all day when all I wanted was water, bed, and bathroom.  On morning rounds, though, of the patients who had delivered in the previous few days, it was very interesting to see that all of the babies were sleeping in bed with their mothers.. there is no nursery (though there is a small NICU for those who need it), and mothers are expected to breast feed as formula simply isn´t an option there.  Very different than the US way.. but interesting because I remember from my outpatient pediatrics rotation during last December in the US, one of the peds docs told me that she´s hoping for a change of culture in the US so that babies are allowed to be with their moms more during their first few days INSTEAD of being in the nursery.  I remember her commenting to me that 3rd world countries have it correct... and it was interesting for me to see this US doc´s wishes being done as the norm here in Cusco.
 
For a nice change of pace I was able to spend 3 days outside of the hospital and go to the local public clinic called Wanchaq.  Here I basically just shadowed med/peds clinic (which again was frustrating as shadowing is the WORST)... but I did have some good experiences here because of the quality of, in particular, one doc.  And now as I reflect I realize that the benefit of the clinic wasn´t the medicine, but it was the relationship that I developed with him instead.  I actually worked with this doc 2 of the 3 days and he´s a super chill guy in his 40s who told me that in addition to working mornings in this clinic, he (like most other physicians in Cusco) has his own private clinic in the afternoons.  His clinic, however, is one of the only alternative medicine clinics in Cusco. Now, i´m not really up to date nor involved in alternative medicine at all, but I was curious so I continued to ask questions. He told me that there he practices acupuncture, raki (sp?), and on a consistent basis refers patients to local curanderos (aka shamans, local healers, etc..) who use herbs, animals, smoke, chants, traditional healing etc to cure patients.  VERY interesting... because he is a highly-experienced medically trained physician who still sees the benefit and results of traditional healing. He told me that he is often looked down upon by his colleagues for his beliefs in traditional healing, but he continues to see positive results for his patients and truly believes in the need for spiritual and emotional healing, as well as physical healing, so he continues this work!  He also told me all about his most common consult -- ´´susto´´ -- in children.. or children getting ´´scared´´, for example after a fall, or loud noise, or fight between parents, or scary interaction with animal... and then the child is crabby or loses weight or doesn´t develop well etc for a long time. The patient´s parents will have the kid evaluated for every diagnosis in the book, but no treatment works. The family is referred to him as a last ditch effort, and he diagnoses these patients as having ´´susto´´... a completely non-medical diagnosis.. and refers them to a curandero. He says that most of these patients know an old grandmother or someone who also knows how to cure these things and are happy to give it a try... and then the child gets better!!  I was skeptical, but this guy was very convincing and told me some pretty incredible stories.  I think I was also convinced because on our 2nd day together there was a lull for like an hour between patients and we started chatting about life, and all of a sudden he asked me when my birthday was.  I told him, and he said.. ´´ahh that explains things.´´  WHAAA i asked him???  And he went on to basically describe my life, my interests, my personality, my family, my life goals... I mean, I was like TOTALLY freaked out.   He said that he was able to just read my vibes and that he expected great things to come from me. It was very sincere, and I was very flattered --if not a bit overwhelmed as well-- but actually felt a very positive and trusting relationship with him.  Because of that, I began to share with him my goals and dreams for my future.. including thoughts of working in international public health (maybe coming back and living in Peru in the future??).. and also described to him how next year during my year working on my Master´s of Public Health at the U of Minnesota that I have to do a public health project.  From there, we started talking about the state of public health in the Cusco area and Peru in general, and he gave me all sorts of ideas about things that I could do and get involved with.. and he incorporated many purely medical things into the conversation too.. giving me ideas about how I could get involved both as a PHYSICIAN, but also as a PUBLIC HEALTH expert.  And that´s exactly my goal.  It was very exciting... but I also realize the complexity and difficult road that lies ahead if I do chose to proceed with this path.  He, however, offered me his help and encouraged me to keep in touch.. something that I´ll definitely do as I´m more than elated to have such a great resource, and caring person, as a contact within the community.
 
On paper as I read back over what I wrote about my time so far in Cusco, I realize that though overall I feel disappointed in my experience because it hasn´t ´´met´´ my expectations.. I do realize that I´ve seen a lot and perhaps the goal of all of this is less to add to the medicine that I know and have learned and prove that I can be a good med student, and more to see a different way that medicine is practiced..... AS FRUSTRATING AS THAT HAS BEEN!!!!  But there certainly have been highlights, as I have already shared.  In talking with Harry about my experiences, he continually reminds me that I need to be more patient.. and I think he´s right... something that my Wanchaq doctor friend also told me!!!!   I also want to emphasize that I´m not trying to complain about the hospital and the state of health care in Peru.. as I´ve only seen one hospital, and only for certain hours during a 3 week span.. and that´s certainly not representative.  I´m just trying to put together a picture and compare it to what I know, for better or worse, in order to be constructive and give depth to what I´ve experienced. 
 
I have one week left working in health care in Peru.. and for that I´m going to Ollantaytambo to a smaller clinic, where I´m hoping for more independence and more patient care.  For part of the time I will be working with my amigo Erik (another med student from u of minn), so that I´m sure will be a hoot. 
 
 
I realize that this blog entry has gotten ridiculously long (but aren´t they all??).. but I do want to emphasize that as I only work 4 hours a day, I still have many hours outside of the hospital as well! Harry, of course, is a guide here and has restarted work.. meaning that he takes groups for 4-5 days around Cusco, the Sacred Valley, and Machu Picchu.  He´s home most nights.. but I´m finding that I have to keep myself entertained most of the time and I´ve quickly realized that in a city where you are no longer a TOURIST, per say,  life is very lonely when you don´t have many friends nor activities to do (or things to study, as I´m so used to having to do all of the time..).  I´m really thankful that Erik has been around (and we spent a good chunk of time together for MATCH WEEK this past week... skyping with friends from home on Thursday and yelling and screaming as we found out he´s heading to california for residency and all my friends basically got their first choices as well.. couldn´t be happier or prouder for all of them.).  I´ve spent a lot of time reading... and as I eluded to earlier, I´ve spent a lot of time being sick.. something I´m not used to and something I´ll never be happier about.  I´m almost positive that I had giardia (though wasn´t officially tested, and probably didn´t adequately treat myself which is why I´m in the position that I´m in right now...which is... debilitated). I´ve had a whole range of things from intense muscle aches, joint pains, fevers, chills, headaches, and of course GI issues... so I guess I´m learning patient empathy as well  :)   It´s kind of fun as I sit in bed and read my tropical medicine book and try to empirically diagnose myself... but it´s also a bit stupid and I probably should suck it up and go to the doctor and do a poop test.   We will see.
 
A few other highlights I´ll quickly share.  One day Harry was working and giving a city tour to a family from the northeast US.  It was a weekend day and I had nothing to do, so I tagged along for the day --pretending I was an intern for the tour company... a white lie, yes.. but Lent hadn´t started yet!!!!-- and had a blast, both relearning about the city and seeing Harry doing what he loves and is absolutely phenomenal at!!   Plus the family didn´t mind that I was there, so that was cool.  Also, last Sunday Harry was working so his parents decided that they wanted to take me out for the day, just me and them... they picked me up at 7am (too early after a later Saturday night out) and we drove to the Sacred Valley, stopping multiple times for them to show me cool things in the small towns, let me taste local (safe) food, and just take in the beautiful scenic valley.  I was a bit nervous for the day long adventure with them, but it was actually a BLAST and we had a ton of fun, and they are really really great people. 
 
Harry and I have had a lot of fun in the Cusco area.  As I alluded to in a previous blog, he´s a motorcycle guy and we´ve taken countless spins around the city on his bike...and I love it!!! Though most of the time I´m clutching him holding on for dear life because people are such bad drivers here, we do wear helmets and so far the adrenaline has kept us safe.  Don´t worry mom and dad, it´s always an adventure!!!!! 
 
When we´re lucky to have nice evenings here Harry has taken me up to Saqsayhuaman (´´Sexy Woman´´-- an Incan site on the mountain overlooking Cusco) to have fabulous views of the night and stars and just to talk about life.  On one Saturday we took an excursion to a less-visited area of the Sacred Valley and had a fantastic lunch near a large lake, then spent a few hours climbing around on Incan sites including a fascinating aqueduct system and went to a museum and saw the most massive armadillo skeleton that I´ve ever seen!! 
 
Yesterday we had a crazy day with his family exploring the region (into the Sacred Valley to check out salt flats, a nice Incan site and beautiful scenery... and then ran into problems with ´´paros´´--strikes by the local people--, and had issues with policemen, road blocks etc etc..  and then came back to Cusco and ate a lot and then partied til late in the evening.. always and adventure, but I´ll tell those stories later :)   It was AWESOME!!!!  and Harry´s family is AWESOME!!!
 
We both have a few days off of work, so today Harry and I are taking the motorcycle on a 2 day adventure (I´m thinking of it as a mini ´´Motorcycle Diaries´´) to an area of Peru where I´ve never been before that Harry says is gorgeous and there are thermal baths and places to camp etc, as well as beautiful small towns and a few different ruins on the way.  Should be awesome...as long as it doesn´t rain and as long as my butt can handle the 4 hours on the motorcycle!!  
 
I start working in Ollantaytambo on Wednesday and will work there through Sunday. After, Harry and I have planned a 5 day trip to the mountains north of Lima to a town called Huaraz for our final days together before probably one of the hardest goodbyes...   I leave for Ecuador on April 2nd.  
 
Life is great, and passing too quickly.  Here´s to hoping that life (and my diarrhea) slow down for my final 2 weeks in Peru.
 
Congrats to all my fellow med schoolers with matching... you´re always in my thoughts and couldn´t be happier for all of you!!!!
Hope all is well with everyone.
 
Love,  Tarita
 

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

March 8th

March 8th  ((Today is the Dia de la Mujer in Peru... congratulations, ladies, it´s our day!!!!!))
Guatemala has ended, and now I find myself in El Ombligo del Mundo -- ´´the bellybutton of the world´´ -- and heart of the Inca culture:  Cusco, Peru.  It´s cold here, something I´m not used to (highs 60s, lows 30s --- no heating at all, just lots of layers and blankets!!!).  It´s also rainy season, so most days we have had a couple of hours of pouring rain (one day we had hail!)... always concerning for the tourism industry as mudslides and flooding are threatening the Sacred Valley and Inca trail to Machu Picchu.  However, despite the weather and the fact that I only have two pairs of pants (total), life is great.  I´m adjusting well overall, and can finally climb 2 flights of stairs without panting from exhaustion (11,000 feet is no joke if you´re not used to it!!).  It feels like life has slowed a bit (no longer moving every other day but now have a residence and some sort of schedule...), and luckily I´m still on my feet.  We will see what the future weeks bring. 
But first, the end of Guatemala.
Guatemala ended very well.  Last update I was at Lago Atitlan (lago = lake) in a town called San Pedro de la Laguna and it was February 18th.  San Pedro was an odd town... very touristy and party town compared with the rest of the country that we had travelled through before. Both Harry and I were taken aback by the variety of restaurants and bars (and the easily accessible internet), but it did provide a nice place to spend a few days.  Lago Atitlan is a beautiful large lake in southern Guatemala, surrounded by 3 volcanoes and only accessible by very bumpy and curvy roads.  On our ride into the area (on chicken bus -- so called because it´s not uncommon to see chickens or any other animal on the bus.. and they´re always elaborately and brightly painted and decorated, and the drivers are always maniacs..).. I found myself praying for safe passage as we flew around corners, I swear on two wheels at times. These buses are basically old school buses, but to make money they stuff the buses full of people, so much so that each seat has three people, meaning six people across a row... making for not so comfortable passage.  And the drivers and traffic just add to the chaos.  On the ride we saw one overturned semi on a sharp curve (lucky he hadn´t plunged over the edge), and also saw a fellow chicken bus on the side of the row with its back axel totally busted and both back tires nowhere to be seen with the back of the bus just sitting on the pavement. Both had happened no longer than one hour earlier, and passengers were standing at the side of the road trying to flag down another bus to hop on.  My goodness.  Anyway, we luckily had safe passage to San Pedro and after a night of yummy thai food we awoke on Feb 18th and decided to explore the lake.  As it was Friday, we had heard that the town across the lake, Santiago de Atitlan, was having their market... so we hopped on a boat (the only way to travel between towns on the lake, as they are really separated by menacing terrain and mountains..) and spent the day exploring the market and town.  The market was large and took over all streets surrounding the main plaza, and once again I felt like a giant stomping around -- I had to duck so that my head wouldn´t touch the tarps hung up over the sellers to provide shade!!  We also visited their very old and beautiful church which we learned combines Catholicism and Maya (a theme we would see in the following days as well).. and also saw its very peculiar altar the shape of one of the volcanoes on the lake -- a clear indication of their reliance and appreciation of mother earth and their surroundings.  Also visited a very odd place called ´´Casa de Maximón´´ in a local house.  Basically it is a shrine to ´´the evil saint´´ Maximon, and is another example of the mixing of Catholicism and Maya. The local people worship this ´´saint´´ and it is considered sacred for them.  Harry and I were both interested to see it, but a little freaked out too... we went and basically it was two very drugged old men ´´guarding´´ the corpse of something in a casket in a dark room with lots of relics and candles burning everywhere.  We literally spent 30 seconds inside until I had to get out because I felt super weird and just heavy.. hard to explain, but i know that it was not normal and I got super bad bad bad vibes.  Freaky. Harry was also totally creeped out.  Anyways, on our way out of town we stopped at a local store of an NGO that has come into the region to bring together very talented artesan women weavers to produce absolutely beautiful woven works.  Nice to see sustainability in action!  But that was about it for the day.


                                                                      Market day!
On Saturday 2/19 we ate breakfast, packed up our stuff, got on a boat, and travelled across the lake to a town called Panajachel.  We found a nice restaurant overlooking the lake and had a good lunch.  As we were getting ready to leave we were approached by a young kid who offered to shine Harry´s tennis shoes.  This is common around here so I didn´t find it particularly odd, so we started talking to him and found out that he´s in 5th grade and working hard and trying to make money for his family as his dad works in Guatemala (and never sees them), and his mom is at home in the mountains (1 1/2 hour bus ride away) taking care of other children... and he was trying to make enough money to buy his aunt a small wedding gift and get some food for the family.  He told us he hadn´t eaten all day -- and by his skin and bones appearance and dirty face I believed him--, so we let him pick out anything from the menu to eat (he chose fried fish) while we talked to him and listened to his story. It was a moving experience for me, and as I watched Harry talk to the kid and encourage him to stay in school and ask him about his dreams and goals in life, I was very much reminded of how different my culture is than the culture in which I was living. Harry is very good at dealing with these sort of situations and incorporating teaching moments into playtime and laughter with kids, and I hope that those few words he offered were taken to heart by the niño, but who knows. It´s unfortunate that a 10 year old has so much responsibility for taking care of his family and siblings and can´t just play outside and be a kid.  We left before he finished eating, and when we went to look for him just a few minutes later he had disappeared... likely packed up the fish and french frieds and salad and coke to take home to his hungry family.    That afternoon we got a shuttle bus to take us northwest out of the lake region to a town called Chichicastenango -- a town in the mountains and famous for its large and colorful Sunday morning market.  We arrived to town hours later that saturday night, and despite the darkness we could see what seemed like a million vendors setting up the frames of their stands and camping out on the cold stone roads in preparation for the market the next day.  For dinner I had an awesome skewer of meat and yummy soup, and promptly fell asleep.
Sunday 2/20 was market day and Harry and I spent a good 3-4 hours wandering through town taking in the culture and all of the available merchandise. We each bought a few different things but we are both not big shoppers and were exhausted and happy to retire around lunch time.  I had read in my travel book about this Mayan shrine on a hillside just outside of town so I forced Harry to come with me (called Pascual Abaj)... the walk was nice and gave a great view of the vibrant and colorful cemetary on a neighboring hillside, but the shrine itself was dark with an altar with various candles and statues -- I honestly didn´t get a good look because I started getting weird vibes again (probably just my imagination freaking me out) and walked down the hill while Harry took some pictures and then joined up with me later. Apparently there are a bunch of shrines on many of the different surrounding hillsides, and they´ve all been there, in one form or another, for hundreds of years.  After the walk we then found a restaurant for some delicious coffee and relaxation, and then later on went to Mass at Iglesia San Tomas (also famous for its mixing of Catholicism and Maya) and promptly to bed.


                                                                   Fun in the Chichi market
Monday morning 2/21 we took a morning bus to Quetzetenango (aka Xela = ´´Shay-la´´). Literally got picked up on the street amongst plumes of black smoke and got a nice push on my tushy from the driver´s assistant as he shoved me onto the moving chicken bus through the back emergency exit door.  Sube sube sube!!! (´´climb up climb up climb up!!´´)  Ok dude!!!!!!   We had bought avocadoes and bread to eat for breakfast on the ride, but most of it ended up rolling around on the floor of the bus given the speed of the bus and ridiculously curvy roads. After a 3 hour ride we arrived, found a hotel, ate Mexican fajitas for the first time in guatemala (YUMM!!!!!!!!!), and used the internet for awhile.  After the hint of a friend I finally started reading world news that I had been neglecting for the previous 6 weeks and couldn´t believe what I was reading about Tunisia, Egypt, Algeria, Greece, and then Libya...what a crazy and inspiring time we are living in.  Pretty awesome to see people organize themselves in mass numbers and stand up for their rights and beliefs.. and it has been pretty encouraging to me to know that ordinary people can still really make a difference!!!!!
Tuesday 2/22 was another absolute highlight of the trip.  We had booked a tour the day before, so at 330AM we were picked up by the tour company with our private guide and shortly thereafter began our ascent up the famous Volcan Santa Maria (last erupted 1902 and is at almost 3800m = 12400feet).  Took about 5 1/2 hours to reach the summit--spectacular-- but the climb itself was very very interesting as well. A good chunk of the climb was done in total darkness with headlamps, but thankfully there was a pretty well marked trail (I´m not sure we needed a guide for anything, except for safety reasons as there are semi-frequent muggings of tourists). Right at dawn we heard a bunch of local men coming up the trail behind us and then learned from our guide that a local 70 year old man had been hiking the volcano a few days earlier with a group of other locals but somehow got lost and hadn´t yet been found.. after 2 nights of freezing temperatures and harsh environment.  This self-organized search party were armed with machetes and dressed in tshirts and dress pants and dress shoes (probably don´t own hiking pants or boots).. and had dedicated their days to finding their lost friend.  Pretty sad, really, and throughout our climb we could hear them yelling and searching the mountain for Don Miguel.  We also crossed paths with probably 50 locals (maybe 4 or 5 groups) who were coming down the mountain after camping at the summit the night before... our guide told us that they occasionally do this after a day of religious ceremonies and offerings at the summit. All of the women were dressed in their traditional clothes and some were barefoot or --even worse!--wearing high heels, and the men were carrying very heavy loads of their tents and food etc... I couldn´t believe it because the path was very muddy and slippery, and the route was without doubt challenging even for me with all of my gear.  When we reached the top we had an absolutely phenomenal view of the tops of all of the mountains in the area.. they appeared like islands in a big sea above the clouds.. and at the top were various groups of local people chanting and burning things and praying and making offerings.  Pretty impressive to see, and a practice that I´m sure has been passed down for many generations and still very much a part of their everyday lives.  And then right below the summit was Volcan Santiaguito, one of the 3 currently active volcanoes in Guatemala.  We sat at the top of Volcan Santa Maria and ate some snacks while overlooking Volcan Santiaguito, waiting to see an eruption because in the past few weeks it has been having small eruptions every 30 minutes or so.  Through the breaks in the clouds we could see small plumes of smoke coming from its round crater and I was certainly impressed as it was a live and active and erupting volcano RIGHT next to us!  After resting for like a half hour we decided to head to the other side of the summit to take in the view from there.  I excused myself in order to make an offering of my own in the form of a bathroom break behind the bushes, and shortly thereafter was startled by a LOUD RUMBLING right next to me. I looked up and saw this MASSIVE plume of white smoke coming from the crater of Santiaguito.. it was magical, really, to watch this volcano have a huge eruption, and something I´ll never forget.   A little later on, as the sulfurous fumes from the nearby eruption started getting too close for comfort, we basically ran down the entire mountain given the steepness and slippery mud and before we knew it were at the bottom after a fully thrilling and satisfying 9 hour excursion.  So happy we did it. We headed back to town and then hopped on nice charter bus for a few hours, then a standing room only chicken bus to our final destination in Guatemala -- the city of Antigua.


Moonlit hike

Sunrise

                                                                Islands of Volcanoes

                                          View over Santiaguito... I´m the little dot on the hill!


The following morning (2/23) in Antigua we slept in to catch up on sleep from our early morning the day before, and then had a bad breakfast in our hotel ((sooooo sicckkkkk offffffff blacckkkkk beannnnsssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)).  However, despite the rocky start we set out on foot to explore Antigua and were not disappointed.  Antigua is really only 45 minutes southwest of Guatemala City... it´s a beautiful eclectic colonial city with brightly painted buildings and houses, a really great variety of restaurants and bars, and is overshadowed by the massive cone volcano, Volcan Agua in the direct south.  It´s much different than any other place we had been before, and even more full of tourists than Lago Atitlan...I´m much less a city girl and more of an adventure girl, but it was still very nice.  We sat in the main plaza for like 2 hours talking and hanging out and watching life of the locals go by and then decided to explore some more. We checked out the very impressive ruins of the main cathedral just off the main plaza (totallly destroyed by an earthquake in 1763 and never restored).  We walked by the ruins of a convent called Santa Clara and then to the ruins of the Church of San Francisco.  Unfortunately we couldn´t enter the church because we had shorts on, but we were able to go to the ruins of the convent next door.  There housed the story and tributes to San Pedro de Betancourt, the first Saint of Central America.  Known for his work educating the poor and street children, and later in his life starting a hospital and caring for the very sick, I felt a sort of connection and was very very impressed by the collection of thank yous and tributes that the museum had received by people who attributed good things and miracles to him.  It was very nice and I was very touched as I felt like I could relate to his life in many ways (though I´m certainly not a saint!!!!!).  He was also credited with planting a tree (in the 1400s??) that still blooms all year round -- so I forced Harry to walk with me to the outskirts of town to see the tree.. and I remain inspired as it was beautiful and big and full of blooms.  We bummed around the rest of the day and arranged a tour to the famed Volcan Pacaya the next morning, got some dinner, and headed to bed early.

                                                           Inside the Cathedral ruins

                                     Typical Antigua.. bright colors, cobbled streets, sunny skies

                                                      Ruins of San Pedro de Betancourt
The next morning, Thurs 2/24 was Volcan Pacaya day!  We were picked up at 6am by a tour operator, joined with 3 frenchmen, a guy from Holland, a guy from England, a lady from Minnesota (!!), and a guy from Norway. Volcan Pacaya is another one of the three active volcanoes in Guatemala (the final being Volcan Fuego also near Antigua that we could hear rumbling throughout our climb), but it hasn´t erupted since May 2010 and experts say there´s no lava.., so it was totally safe to climb.  The climb was nice.. not too difficult, but we got a kick out of the local people who followed our group of tourists up the mountain about half way, all mounted on horses, offering a ´´taxi´´ for those who couldn´t make the climb. The lady from Minnesota accepted (haha).  On the way up we walked through pine forests, overlooked a large Korean owned geothermal plant (one of the two places in the country harvesting energy from volcanic activity-- I thought that was pretty cool), and then up to an area about halfway up the volcano that had been clearly torched by previous eruptions but now was regrowing small undergrowth, and then up to a plateau area with just volcanic ash and nothing growing.  From here we had a great view of the surrounding countryside, as well as a great view of the crater (you can´t summit the volcano because it still spews smoke and is very very hot!!!, though there hasn´t been any lava for 9+ months).  We then crossed to a side of the volcano, over large chunks of volcanic rock and then went with our guide literally just 10 feet underground to this ´´sauna´´... basically a little cave that was SUPER hot from the heat of the volcano inside.  Our guide also carried some sticks from lower parts of the mountain and put them over a crack in the volcano, and they spontaneously burst into flames from the heat inside the volcano.  Pretty nuts.  After a long rest we had a crazy fun and absolutely thrilling RUN down the volcano, as each step down felt like it was 10 feet from the previous step and your feet just got buried in volcanic ash and you had to avoid all of these trees and bushes... felt like skiing in hiking boots and was totally awesome. Oh man the quads BURNED!!!!  Back in Antigua, after climbing two volcanoes in three days, we felt like we just wanted to relax, so that´s what we did.  That night was our 2nd to last night in Guatemala so we decided to splurge and went to a fancy restaurant called Hector´s (thanks Emilie for the recommendation!) and had the best meal of all of Guatemala.. nice bruchetta, this awesome beef stew and a delicious bottle of wine.  Yum yum.


                                               Hiking up... notice all of the ash on the ground!

                                                   View of the volcano, from a safe distance
Friday 2/25 we had some breakfast at a French bakery and then took our final chicken bus (in all its glory -- a total mix of people, crazy speeds on crazy roads, packages of luggage/food/animals/furniture all tied onto the roof, bright colors, and CHEAP!) back to Guatemala City.  We then spent the next 2 hours fulfilling Harry´s only request for our entire Guatemala trip -- that we go to the Harley Davidson store in Guatemala City.  Like a kid in a candy store he bounced around between all of the motorcycles and gear and I just sat back and watched his excitement. I honestly think the day that he buys a Harley Davidson motorcycle he´ll probably die from a heart attack from the thrill of it all!  Later that night we struggled to find a decent restaurant in the massive city, but finally stumbled upon this delicious Colombian restaurant and had the 2nd best meal of the trip -- and our final El Gallo beers of the trip. All was good, and a nice end to a fantastic trip.  


I just want to give a little shout out to the Guatemalan people in general.. overall they were very very nice, we had absolutely no problems, I never felt unsafe or threatened, and I felt like as a tourist I was treated extremely well.  I would certainly come back and highly recommend it to anyone.
Saturday 2/26 we left Guatemala City around noon, flew through El Salvador where we indulged in delicious airport Papusas (traditional food of El Salvador.. tortillas stuff with cheese and beans or meat, topped with cabbage and a yummy sweet red sauce--- you can buy equally awesome ones in the market at Lake and Bloomington in Minneapolis), and then flew to Lima. Got a massive pizza for dinner and only ate half of it.  I suggested just leaving the leftovers at the restaurant because we had no place to take them for ourselves, Harry suggested we take it to give to a kid in the street.  We took the pizza with us, and sure enough on the way home we saw a family literally digging through garbage on the street. Harry gave the pizza to the little girl and she opened the box and exclaimed, ´´daddy, look! it hasn´t even been touched!´´  Pretty sad.. and a constant reminder of the true blessings we have...and a great example of the character of Harry.  We have become very close and I feel so blessed to have had him as a travel buddy.  We spent the overnight in Lima, and then Sunday morning, 2/27, I arrived in Cusco!!!!!
And here I am.  I´ve been here for a week, just started my 2nd week, working in the local middle class hospital and now for a few days in a local primary care clinic (all is for credit for med school).  Many many interesting stories and medical cases, as well as observations about the city and their health care in general, but those will have to wait until the next blog update. To say the least, things are different.  I will be in Peru working for another month (5 weeks total), until I leave for Ecuador to work for another 4 weeks. 
My 16 week adventure is officially half over, and it feels like time has absolutely flown by.   As always, I cherish the updates you send. I think of you often!!! 
Harry says hi and that you should send him Harley gear.
   :)
Love love,
Tarita