Last night I was watching a clip of the
documentary about the book Guns, Germs,
and Steel, which follows the author, Jared Diamond, around the world in his
quest to discover how such huge inequalities emerged between the developing and
the developed world. In other words, why are some countries so rich and others
so poor? While in Zambia, one of the
poorest countries in the world, with an average life expectancy of 35, he
visited a hospital and talked to a health worker about the burden of malaria
there. Dozens of children were lying in
beds in one ward, one of which barely had her eyes open, unblinking. Then, the camera panned to Mr. Diamond, who
had to cover his face because he started crying. He said, “There’s a difference between
understanding something intellectually and experiencing it firsthand.” I
immediately teared up, not just from seeing this older, world-renowned author
becoming so upset about a problem that is so far removed from most of us, but
also because I had an almost identical experience about six weeks ago.
In late February, I spent a few days in
neighboring Amuria district to help out with Integrated Support Supervision
(ISS). During ISS, we visit a range of
health facilities to get data related to malaria. On our second day, we visited St. Clare
Health Center III. In Uganda, there are
four levels of health facilities, with one being the lowest, according to size
and services offered. Although St. Clare
was a level III health center, it operated like a level IV, according to Ann, a
local nurse, who was helping us with ISS. St. Clare is a private hospital funded by the
Catholic Church, and has a few mzungus or
foreigners working there. Amuria is less developed than Soroti, and here “in
the middle of nowhere” (not my words, but those of our driver, Ronald) on a
small hill was a pretty impressive facility on a beautiful campus. Besides the hospital, church, and school, there
weren’t even huts around this area. It
was nothing but trees and scrubby bushes as far as the eye could see.
My part of the ISS was to get data from the
Antenatal Clinic (ANC). To get to the
ANC, I had to pass through the children’s ward.
As I was waiting in the hall outside the ANC office, Ann came in telling
one of the nurses that a child had a very high fever and needed immediate
attention. I could see several people
huddled around one of the beds.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I went over to see what was
happening.
It was a four year-old girl who was naked,
with her eyes closed, arms bent and fists clenched near her face. She kept making
an involuntary whimpering sound over and over.
This sound still haunts me. Ann
said that her malaria test result was a 3+, which means she had an extremely
high density of malaria parasites in her blood.
This, combined with a fever of 104 and convulsions, led to a diagnosis
of severe malaria. Ann instructed the
nurses to give her an I.V. (of what I can’t remember, but should know) to bring
the down fever. They also kept crushing
up some pills and gently sprinkling it in her mouth. Besides the fact that a little girl was in so
much pain from a completely preventable disease in such an efficient hospital,
so much seemed wrong; the colorful, cheerful paintings of biblical scenes on
the walls, nets on every bed (which is rare in most health facilities), and the
fact that I felt helpless and ashamed that I wasn’t doing enough. All of this was just too much for me, and I
had to leave the ward with tears in my eyes.
It’s like Jared Diamond said, intellectual
understanding can’t make you ready for first-hand experience. No matter how
many case studies I read in grad school, days of training and workshops I’ve
completed here, none of it could have emotionally prepared me for seeing
malaria up close and personal. When I
came back later, Ann was still with the little girl. Her fever had come down, and her body looked
a little more relaxed. I’m not very
religious, but I believe in prayer. So,
I said a prayer for the girl and her family.
She was still alive when we left St. Clare later that afternoon and I can
only hope and pray she is still alive today.
To be honest, I can barely get through
writing this without crying. Look, I
know there are countless sad stories out there about sick kids in Africa, but I
still feel compelled to share mine. We’ve all seen the stereotypical images on TV
commercials or the news. I’m not trying
to be trite, pull at your heart strings or make you feel guilty. But this problem is real. It doesn’t go away
when the commercial ends or after I leave Uganda. It won’t go away without a lot of sacrifices of
our time, efforts, and yes, money. I know that my one year service here isn’t
enough to make a huge impact and at times I should have taken a lot more initiative. But,
if by reading this story, you start
paying more attention to malaria and hopefully help raise awareness about it
(or development or global health) then at least I’ve made a small dent
in this gargantuan epidemic. You can start
by sharing this blog entry with your friends, family, colleagues, or
students. Changing your cover or profile
photo on facebook to one of our Stomping Out Malaria images (found on my
facebook page) for the month of April is also a simple, easy step to help our
movement gain momentum leading up to World Malaria Day on April 25th. Thank you.
When I was a history major at Western
Kentucky University, Jared Diamond’s book was discussed and lauded by several of
my professors. He actually came to speak
at WKU, but for some reason, I didn’t go to his lecture and I’ve always
regretted it. Now that I’ve seen how
emotionally invested he is in development, Guns,
Germs, and Steel will quickly move up my reading list. After all, he inspired me to finally share
this experience.
1 comment:
Ashley,
Thank you for sharing your story with us. Many of us who have worked in malaria prevention have similar ones. But the good news is that people like you, other Peace Corps volunteers and dedicated Ugandan clinicians are devoted to beating this disease. Thank you for your service.
Matt McLaughlin
Program Manager
Peace Corps
Stomping Out Malaria in Africa
stompoutmalaria.org
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