It was a very challenging day on Friday that we are still recovering from. We saw some intensely unwell patients in clinic. One child had necrotic otitis media – an ear infection that had progressed into the bones of the skull. The mother brought a jar of what she had collected falling from her daughter’s ear – to our horror, it was a jar of maggots. We referred her immediately to the hospital for IV antibiotics, anaesthetic and ear lavage (cleaning), but her mother was unable to bring her because she couldn’t afford to go. The pain that this child was in is unimaginable. Her cries and screaming will stay with me for a long time. One of the American nurses on staff donated money for her to go to the hospital, which was a generous God-send.
It was challenging cases like this that seemed to fill our day and we worked two hours overtime to see everyone. It felt like we didn’t have a minute to stop and take a breather, seeing patient after patient. By the end, both Laura and I cried – trying to find our grounding and shed some of the emotion that had built up all day. It wasn’t long until the prenatal room had an emergency – a pregnant woman with respiratory rates of 80 per minute and what we later thought was petit-mal seizures. Laura and I assisted the midwifery staff in trying to keep her vitals normal. We gave her Carbo-Veg homeopathic and had a great response– her resp rate dropped and she started to become more alert. We were so pleased with our medicine!
In the midst of this chaos, we received word that a two year old girl who had been in the centre’s care died suddenly of what we suspect is malnutrition. It was hard to hear this news. There seems to be such an injustice, always something more that there is to do, something more that is just beyond helping hands. I am trying to find some peace about the cycle of Life and Death, about some plan or intention that is greater than I could know. Trying to take it in and let it go – like the breath.