Today
I find myself in a difficult place. For several weeks, I’ve been collecting stories about what
I’ve seen on the wards and clinic, and can’t help but feel a bit hopeless about
it all. With each situation I've witnessed , I’ve lost a little bit of
hope that Gabonese people will ever be free of the HIV epidemic. It feels like every result I collect is
HIV positive.
This past week at the Kopp has been
particularly difficult. We lost two seropositive patients over the weekend. In
clinic we diagnosed a whole family with HIV. (The child was diagnosed in the
Pediatrics ward and we tested both mother and father and they were
seropositive).
Yesterday morning, when I arrived for morning rounds, the family of another patient was outside wailing and screaming. Minutes before I arrived, our third patient with HIV died. Hers was the most heartbreaking case. She arrived seven months pregnant and very ill, with a CD4 count in the 50s. She went into premature labor and delivered a 1 kilo baby who died in a few hours, only to die herself a dew days later. That’s all the medical detail I’ve got energy to share at the moment, without reliving it all.
Yesterday morning, when I arrived for morning rounds, the family of another patient was outside wailing and screaming. Minutes before I arrived, our third patient with HIV died. Hers was the most heartbreaking case. She arrived seven months pregnant and very ill, with a CD4 count in the 50s. She went into premature labor and delivered a 1 kilo baby who died in a few hours, only to die herself a dew days later. That’s all the medical detail I’ve got energy to share at the moment, without reliving it all.
I
can’t help but feel like Gabonese people
are losing this battle. It really seems like HIV is winning here.
There are no hospital pictures or xrays in this post. Only pictures of the flowers growing on the grounds. They give me hope on the days when I need it most.
There are no hospital pictures or xrays in this post. Only pictures of the flowers growing on the grounds. They give me hope on the days when I need it most.
“I am not here to judge, but what bothers me is the child.” -Dr. Fany
I only had eyes for
the baby. He was everything an eight month old should be, reaching
for the pens on the desk with chubby fingers and happily wriggling in his
grandmother’s lap. The image of his
wide, luminous brown eyes haunted me for days. I can still see them looking up
at us, completely unaware of what we discussed with his mother.
The little boy’s mother came to see Dr.
Fany only after her father in law insisted she see a doctor. Over the past year
she had lost so much weight, she was barely recognizable to everyone in her
village. She’d been ill every since the baby was born; so ill she struggled to
nurse and care for him.
That day in the office, she was alarmingly
thin, a stark comparison to the chubby toddler by her side. I examined her
first and saw white filmy plaques on her tongue and lips. I relayed my findings
to Dr. Fany and saw the same despair in her eyes that I felt in my heart.
Dr. Fany questioned her:
“You were followed at the health department,
correct? And what did they tell you there? What did your tests show? They do
the same tests for every pregnant woman, for free.”
She responded: Yes they had taken her blood
and had given her envelopes with the results. But she fell on the way back and
the envelopes fell in the river. When her father-in-law gave her money to
repeat the tests, someone stole the money in the market.
Dr. Fany persisted:
“Surely they must have told you the
results!”
She responded “No Doctor, they did not.”
She never did reveal what truly happened, and
we weren’t surprised. She could never reveal to her mother-in-law that she was
seropositive. They would never believe that she had contracted the virus from
their beloved son. They would never believe that she had been faithful to him
since her wedding day. Diagnosed at the start of her pregnancy, she hid the
result from her husband’s family. She nursed the baby and cared for him, slowly
wasting away until the very people she had lied to insisted she come to the
hospital.
Before coming to Hopital Albert Schweitzer, Dr
Fany worked for five years in her native Benin, treating only HIV positive
patients. As a young doctor, she learned about the lies, the deception, the
pain and the psychology that come with the diagnosis. Later, after the patient and her family were
gone, she shook her head and turned to me, anger in her voice:
“She
nursed that baby for eight months, even though she knew she was HIV positive!
She did not take any medication the whole pregnancy! I am not here to judge,
but what bothers me is the child.”
“I’m sorry madam but I don’t believe that you love your sister. You can’t love another person. You can’t love another if you don’t love yourself." - Dr. Justin
She was the height of fashion. Her hair was
freshly pressed and curled. I’m a girl who loves shoes and I always notice the
really cute ones. Hers were sling back heels, in fashionable burnt tangerine
with a matching bag. The hand she used to hand over the envelope had freshly
painted red nails and sparkling gold rings.
I could feel the waves of annoyance coming
from the direction of my attending. He looked up from the chart and she
withered under his stare, averting her eyes.
“Madam, the last time you were here was
2009,” he said.
“Oui
Docteur. My sister kept telling me to come. She loves me and I love her.
She cares for me.”
Dr. Justin responded, his booming voice
delivering a first blow: “I’m sorry madam but I don’t believe that you love
your sister. You can’t love another person. You can’t love another if you don’t
love yourself.”
The second blow came from a half sheet of
paper, with lab values neatly typed at the bottom. Her CD4 count had dropped
over 300 units. After this blow, any sparkle that was left was permanently
extinguished. All the fresh, new and fashionable she had carried with her from
Libreville were gone, leaving behind the pale and bleak reality. She was very
sick and in her negligence, had let her illness gain the advantage on her.
Patients come all the way from
Libreville, leaving behind the modern and well equipped treatment centers to
come to Hopital Albert Schweitzer, with its modest buildings and outdated
equipment. They make the four hour trek, to Lambarene, passing government
funded treatment centers dedicated to HIV treatment. They bring fashionable
tote bags and well-worn book bags to carry boxes of medication. With the scent of the city on their skin,
they wait in the atrium, next to the farmers and fishermen and old mamans with wooden canes.
I asked one of Dr. Justin’s patients why
they came so far for treatment. I pointed out that the HIV medications were
free everywhere throughout the country. The patient answered that he preferred
the anonymity that Lambarene offered. He could come here with a book bag, get
his medications from Dr. Justin and no one in town would know he was infected.
After several years of coming to HAS, he felt he had found a home and a good
doctor in the frank and experienced Dr. Justin.
When Dr. Justin came to HAS almost 16 years
ago, HIV was not known in Gabon. In fact, he remembers a time when politicians
boasted to the public that Gabonese people could NOT get HIV. They made
Gabonese people believe that they were immune the virus.. HIV treatment came
much later and in 2004 medications were finally available to patients. For
400,000 cfa ($800), the wealthy could begin antiretroviral medication.
In those days, a
diagnosis of HIV was a death sentence for most Gabonese people.
“I remember when I
was working in the capital, a patient jumped out of a window. They told him he
had HIV and he killed himself. I will never forget the sight of his body on the
pavement outside the hospital.”
In 16 years, Dr.
Justin has developed a keen understanding of what the diagnosis means for
Gabonese patients. Born and raised here, he has the added advantage of
understanding aspects of Gabonese culture and being able to be here to offer
patients some degree of continuity.
Today, antiretroviral treatment is free
for all infected patients in Gabon, subsidized by the government Despite this
fact, patients often discontinue their treatment, returning when they are too
ill to save.
Our fashionable
patient was just one of many cases that are a source of never-ending
frustration for Dr. Justin.
" It is another form of suicide," he said to me one day after yet another patient (with a CD4 count of 1) died on the wards. " They choose to ignore the illness, don't accept it and die, slowly."
As he filled out a new page to add to her
old file, Dr. Justin was silent. He
started to gather the medications she would need. Without saying a word, he
labeled them with a marker and she put them in her bag. I filled out an
appointment slip and handed it over.
He didn’t have to
say it, but I’m sure she had heard it before. He says it to almost every
patient, every time they come to see him:
“For as long as I
am here, I will give you medications. For as long as the Lord lets me, I will
give them to you for free.”
Last week after receiving an update on the HIV situation here in our community, I was frustrated, and mad. One of the greatest challenges being experienced by the families is the lack of financial and psychological support for the victims' children. I was also taken aback by the "still" serious reality that HIV represents here. Reading your painful lines help me greatly. In our daily pursuit of personal goals we kind of forget the big and painful picture. We forget and perhaps we are afraid of opening the book. Your words touch me greatly.
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