Here's a link to pictures of our time in Togo...Hope you enjoy.
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Monday, February 25, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Home!
We are home, for those of you who haven't heard. We had a few minor delays but arrived home this morning safe and sound, just tired. Evelyn did really well over all. Thank you for your prayers everyone! We'll post pictures when we can.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
A little planting, a little watering
Well, this will be my last post from Togo. Once again, the time is drawing to a close…
hard to believe! But I am ready to come home, in the sense that I feel like our
time here (for this trip, I mean) is wrapping up and coming to an appropriate
closure. We accomplished what we were hoping to, learned a lot, and have much
to think and pray about for our future. And let’s be honest… there’s nothing
like being in your own bed, and having your own home to “homemake” in! Not to
mention having your toddler in her own room…
This post will
probably be a little random and disconnected, as I just wanted to write about a
few experiences that stick out to me that haven’t fit into any other blog
posts. Some of the ABWE churches here (or former ABWE churches I should say,
they are actually independent now) have started a network of Christian schools
in Togo. The issues with the school system here in Togo could take up a whole
post in itself… suffice it to say that it is a very needed area of ministry (though
the Christian schools struggle in many ways too). There is a young missionary
here named Christy who helps these schools – there are 14 – by training the
teachers and helping with curriculum development. One of the schools in a
village (Bodje) about an hour from here is particularly struggling, and the
teachers there decided to have a Bible club every Wed. afternoon in order to
reach out to the community (the teachers, by the way, are Togolese – not
missionaries). I went along with Christy and one of the other short term ladies
(Donna) to help teach the club. We had about 80 kids, all eventually packed in
to an itty bitty (maybe 25’ by 25’?) concrete structure. But that was after the
most disorganized, rule-breaking, hilarious Awana games I had ever seen, all around
a faintly chalky circle scrawled in the schoolyard dirt =-) Now, I know that
plenty of those kids were there out of curiosity to see the “yovos” (white
people), or out of hope to get a craft, bouncy ball, or lollipop (which they
got!). But they heard the gospel, and that
contains the power of God for salvation! Who knows where and when and how
God will later bring that to mind and use it in their life? And really, it was
also just plain fun to hang out with
so many eager, enthusiastic kids! Especially when they sing =-)
Another favorite
thing I’ve been able to do is give some of the nursing students here (they have
a nursing school to train Togolese nurses) some “conversational English”
practice. I was asked to do this but honestly wasn’t super excited, because
when you speak almost no French and the person you are talking to speaks very
little English and you are supposed to sit down and have a conversation… things
can get a little, well, awkward. But I loved it! I talked to two nursing
students for over an hour, about all kinds of things – family, nursing, etc.
They asked me about nursing in the US and various other things, and wrote down
the funniest English words to remember on their little notepads. When we had
been talking for awhile and I was about to say something like “Well, we should
wrap up”, one girl (Filomen) then asked me to tell her how I came to know
Christ. After 10 minutes of me stammeringly trying to share my story in the
simplest English words possible, I was then able to hear from them in their
sweet halting English how they had come to know Christ as well. And seriously,
I had the best, deepest conversation with these two students. Due to language
barriers, I don’t often get to have “real” conversations with the people here –
it was such a blessing to me to be able to do so! And to see them truly
overflow with joy as they talked about how they came to know Jesus and how He
has changed them! And you know what? Both of their stories started with something
like “My family did not go to church or know about Christ, but when I was a
child two men from the church came to my house and talked to me…” I could not
help but think of the kids in Bodje. One day, will they also have a similar
story to tell?
Finally, I will
close with one brief thing I have been thinking about and learning. To quote a
corny phrase (because apparently I love corny phrases) – “There is no ‘I’ in
team”. If I view my time here merely about what “I” have done and accomplished,
I will be discouraged. I didn’t really share the gospel much, personally. I
didn’t have too many “quality” conversations. I didn’t save any lives, and I’m
pretty sure there won’t be any Togolese talking about how eternally grateful
they are that I was here. In general, if I view ministry as about me – I will
either be falsely inflated and proud, or full of discouragement and self-pity.
But if I see my time here as just part of what the entire team here in Togo is doing – and even more importantly, as just a
little part of what God is doing in
the world – then I find its meaning. The smallest acts of love – whether kisses
blown from an enthusiastic toddler, giggles shared among children, friendly
greetings from one mom to another, or even an encouraging arm squeeze – have
meaning in light of the gospel. God uses many things to open up closed hearts.
Some plant seeds, some water, some even get to reap, but God causes the growth.
And not only am I ok with that, I rejoice in it. My little bit of planting and
watering have meaning, because God is at work here causing growth.
Please pray for our
traveling on Friday/Saturday. We will leave here about 10am Friday (5am EST)
and arrive home (hopefully!) at 11-something on Saturday morning. I think that
is about 31 hours. That is a looooong time with a toddler. Evelyn was quite
sick over the weekend, but is ok now. Please pray for all of us to stay
healthy, be well rested before we leave, and of course – for Evelyn to SLEEP on
the flight! Thanks so much for all of your prayers and encouragement, everyone.
Looking forward to seeing many of you soon!
P.S. – For those requesting pictures, don’t worry – we have
many! We will post them as an album soon after we get home.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
A Doctor’s Life in Togo
Greetings are important in Togo. They are a sign of the priority that the
culture places upon relationships. When
I walk into the hospital, I go around to many of the nurses and staff saying,
“Hello. How are you? And your family?” They reply, “Hello. Very Good.
Good,” and then ask me the same questions. It first struck me as formulaic, but as time
has gone by I realize there is a warmth in these greetings and that the
Togolese really do appreciate these relationships.
Apparently, the one place greetings are not
required is in a medical encounter.
Sometimes I can squeeze in a, “Hello, I’m Dr. Wreesman,” before my
translator asks why the patient is here and the patient subsequently goes on a
several minute monologue that I’m convinced contains every symptoms they’ve
experienced in the past two months.
Sometimes I don’t get in any greeting, not that the patient seems to be
the least bit concerned about that.
Maybe it’s just me, but wouldn’t you want to know the name of the person
who could be doing a rectal exam on you?
Another humorous
challenge is trying to discern what a patient’s medical problem is through a
translator, when your patient has almost no medical knowledge. Sometimes you’re going through multiple
translators (you -> translator -> son -> father -> son ->
translator -> you). It’s like playing
a game of telephone, except people’s lives are at stake. Then there are complaints that you have no
about what to do. For example, “I have
total body pain!” I guess that might be
useful a complaint, if the four previous patient’s hadn’t also complained about
the same thing. At that point, I get the
hint that there’s something cultural in the meaning of this complaint, and I
have no idea what it is.
Next, I have to
figure out what the patient is expecting me to do about their complaints. Some refuse an indicated test, saying they
don’t have enough money (understandable for people who make only a few dollars
a day). Others demand the test, even
when you try to explain that the treatment is the exact same one no matter the
results and are just trying to save them a little money. They (or their family member or friend)
usually tell you this after you just wrote their prescription.
Finally, people like
to convey their medical concerns in dramatic terms. For example, “I have belly pain. It hurts very, very much,” as if having
moderate belly pain would be grounds for dismissal of the entire complaint. And this comes from men and women whose
ability to endure hard labor, heat, pain, and hunger has my utmost respect for,
knowing I could not have lived so well under the same conditions. I guess no one has explained that hurting “very,
very much” may be an indication for surgery.
(Please note, none
of the above is meant to convey a since of superiority. I just share the humor of approaching
medicine from one cultural perspective among a people from another culture.)
Perhaps the best way
to convey the variety of what I’ve been able to do would be to give a brief
account of my last call stretching from yesterday to this morning. Though it was an especially busy time, it
shows the variety of medical needs that exist in a place like Togo and the fun
of being a family physican in this setting.
Days typically begin with hospital rounds. We started on seeing our handful of medical
patients: an ulcerative colitis case with incidental BPH and urinary retention,
a man recovering from tetanus (saved by administration of intrathecal tetanus toxoid
a few days previously), and girl with persistent abdominal pain. After medicine rounds, I went stopped by
maternity to say hi to the mother whose twins I had delivered on Saturday (my first
breech and first twin delivery). Then I
went to the pediatric ward – which could be better called the malaria and
premature baby service. One young boy
had recovered from a case of cerebral malaria (20% mortality). We also currently have 5 premature babies
ranging from 26-29 weeks when they were born.
Our set of 26 week twins started at just 640 grams, but have now reached
a kilogram and are doing well 5 weeks into their stay. There is a 29 week baby that I delivered at
the beginning of the month (see previous post) who is growing well and probably
will go home in the next week. One 28
week baby is a month old; thankfully she is still at the hospital because we
had to fight with her parent to keep the baby.
Sadly, our 27 week baby is looking pretty sick only 4 days into life and
may not make it.
After rounds, I head
up to clinic. I admit the first patient
I see, a 12 year old boy with sickle cell, fever and anemia (likely sepsis or
malaria). I also see his mother who has
a 12 year tooth infection that drains from a tract on the bottom of her jaw;
the xray she brought in shows an impacted molar with osteomyelitis and
extensive erosion of the bone. Though
she isn’t acutely sick, we’ll probably operate on her before the end of the
week. I see a couple more patients, then
go back to the hospital to check on our DKA patient that I admitted during
rounds (glucose 1540, potassium 7.9, calculated osmolality 419 for those of you
medical people). Forturnately, I get a
moment to break for lunch. After lunch I
head back to the clinic and see a few more cases including back pain, infertility,
and breast cancer (she had a mastectomy, but unfortunately the cancer has
spread and we send her home with pain medications knowing that death may come
soon). Meanwhile, the hospital has been
filling up with new admissions. I go
down to check on them. New cases include
the following: a lady with HIV with likely pneumocysitis pneumonia; a man
swollen neck and pleural effusion after being “stoned” a month earlier; a lady
with generalized lymphadenopathy, giant splenomegaly, abdominal pain, fever,
and treated HIV/tuberculosis; a child with an 8 cm eye/cheek tumor vs
infection, plus a smattering of gastritis and malaria. Before dinner, I get called to OB clinic to
give some input on a 26 week pregnant lady with nephrotic syndrome. Apparently being a third year family medicine
resident makes you the local expert for this case. Later, I get called back down to the hospital
because my sickle-cell patient had a transfusion reaction. Then I end up of L&D to see a new
patient. I call the surgeon to come do a
C-section because the baby is breech and she is likely preeclamptic. I go into the OR and actually do the C-Section
and tubal ligation with the surgeon assisting and teaching me. By this time its 1230 am. Fortunately, there are no more calls.
Next morning, we’re
back rounding in the hospital on the 9 patients we admitted yesterday, plus
those already there. During rounds we
admit a stroke patient and a man with cerebral malaria vs meningitis. On ultrasound, we find that the man who has
been “stoned” actually has a giant empyema.
The surgeon lets me place the chest tube with his assistance, and we
drain a liter of pus. By this time, it’s
lunch time and I’m more than happy to take off the rest of the day.
It has been a
blessing to serve here. I’m thankful to
see how much I have learned in the past 3 years and what I can contribute. Being a family physician, it is exciting to
practice such a broad spectrum of medicine.
Additionally, I’ve been thankful to serve at a hospital that doesn’t
just treat physical needs but talks with people about their spiritual needs in
Christ. As we sat around dinner last
night, one of the doctors shared how a patient he saw in clinic accepted Christ
as his Savoir. After praying, the man
told him, “God is good; this is why I had to come here today.” What a blessing to see this, knowing that in Christ
alone is eternal life. I am grateful to
be a part of that process by serving here in Togo.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
These are a few of my favorite things… about ‘Toto’ (by: Evelyn)
It’s just not fair
that Mama and Da-eee have been taking up all the blog posts, so in honor of my
18month birthday I decided it was time to write one myself and tell you about
all the truly interesting things in Togo (or, as I like to say, Toto)!
First off, I really
like it here. Mama says I fit right in! I guess if you are Togolese, greetings
and goodbyes are really important and extensive. Well, I’m a Togolese in
disguise I guess because they are really important to me too! For instance, in
the morning while I eat my breakfast I often say “hi!!!” (in a loud shriek) to
the guest house staff ladies (Miss Amavi, Mrs. Florence, Mrs. Elizabeth, or
Mrs. Enyonam – some of my new best friends) at least 60 times or so. And the
best part is, they answer me back every time! But I have to say I don’t really
like being grabbed… and here the grown-ups do like to grab my hands in
greeting. But no worries, I just get even by attacking their kids – usually
with hugs and kisses, uninvited. Oh, and I never met a baby or kid I could walk
by without stopping to talk and play. I usually have one of two effects – I
either make them really excited, or really scared. My favorite thing to do
every morning now is to go to the hospital, and when Mama tells me we’re going
to go see Daddy and the babies I get really excited. The first thing I do is
walk right in the door and shriek “Daa-eeee!”. This usually gets everyone’s
attention, just the way I like it. I usually bounce from doctor to doctor for a
few minutes while they say hello, and then the Togolese nurses come up and say
hi to me. After that I have a few favorites I go and visit. There are a few
preemie (I’ve learned that means itty bitty baby) babies and their mommies
around who are always there, so I kind of know them now and will let them hold
me and everything while I point at their babies and shout “Beebee!!”, just in
case someone missed the obvious. Mama tries her best to keep me from doing such
things as licking the floor and swiping a baby’s bottle (which I did!). After
blowing a few kisses we move on to see the kids. I have two friends named
Delphi and Sarah that I play with every day. Their little brother is one of the
itty-bitty’s so they are always there. We really like to blow bubbles, play
with stickers, and color together. I think their favorite is bubbles, because
it just makes them giggle and giggle. After that we go to the peds ward. The
little kids there are pretty sick, so we usually just greet them and give them
a few goodies (coloring books, or little beanie babies). We then go visit the
women’s ward, which actually has some pretty young girls in it too. We greet
everybody and then spend some time playing with the younger ones. Today we taught
one girl how to play tic tac toe! At least, we think we did… but it’s kinda
hard to say when we can’t exactly understand each other. Sometimes we share
some lotion and stuff too. Then we move into the maternity ward, my favorite!
We go from bed to bed to say hi to the babies. For some reason all the babies
here are always asleep? And I find it necessary every time to declare each one
“Night-night!”. I blow them kisses of course, because that always makes their
mommies laugh. Sometimes the moms try to hand their babies to me, at which point
Mama insists on rushing to my side and helping me “hold” them. I mean, what
does she think I’m going to do, drop them?!?! Squish them? Poke their eyes out?
Sit on them? I digress… Anyways, I always talk to the nurses here, and if there
are older siblings around sometimes I play with them too. By this time I’m
pretty exhausted and ready to head back to read a book, cuddle with my
Quack-Quack, and take my pre-lunch nap (not to be confused with my pre-dinner
nap – life here is tiring!). Though I always have to stop to talk to the pet
monkey that belongs to my friends on the way back…
Don’t tell anyone I
said this, but the doctors here aren’t very smart. They are always asking me
where my trachea, xyphoid, liver, and spleen are. I keep having to tell them
over and over again! Sheesh, what would they do if I wasn’t around? I’ve
noticed around here mealtime talk is usually about something medical or gross,
so I just join in by pointing out everyone’s body parts – you know, I’m trying
to help them out with their medical education. My current favorite is pointing
out everyone’s “Belbows” – especially when they lean them on the table. I’m the
only toddler around here, but there are some other MK’s (missionary kids)
around. I really like hanging out
with them and they like me too. What in the world am I going to do when I go
back to boring ol’ home and it’s just me and Mama all day? Oh, and another cool
thing about this place is the basketball court and swimming pool! I was afraid
of swimming at first, but now I’m pretty much over that. And everytime we leave
our room I point to the basketball court and talk about balls and kicking them.
Of course, when we go down there to play – I still just want to talk about playing with the balls,
rather than actually doing it.
Well, those are a
few of my favorite things about Togo. In conclusion, and in honor of my 1 ½ yr
birthday, I will give you a list of “firsts” that I have experienced here in
Togo:
· 1. Skinned knees (and 2nd, 3rd,
4th … all “Oweeeees”)
· 2. Riding in the car without a carseat!
(don’t worry though, that’s only for short, squished trips)
· 3. Cooo-keees, Ca-ca (chocolate), and
cu-cakes at almost every meal! I now ask for them all by name =-)
· 4. Mangos! Mmmmm…
· 5. Soda (ok, this one has a story – the
Fulani shopkeeper we met gave me one, and Mama thought it would be rude to
refuse so I got to try my first Pepsi =-)
· 6. I have consumed part of a stick.
Strangely, that wasn’t quite as good as the previously mentioned items.
· 7. Money… for some reason this one lady
in the hospital keeps giving me coins to keep! I’m rich…
· 8. Bugs – I now recognize them and talk
about them!
· 9. Fufu, Gawu, and various other
African dishes
· 10. Medicine every morning! Mommy says I’m
weird that I actually like my anti-malaria medicine that is supposed to be so
bitter and awful
· 11. I now say Amen! I especially like to
say it right in the middle of prayers, loudly =-)
· 12. Saying I love you (I wuh-woo), and
singing along with the song in the “Love You Forever” book too!
· 13. Dancing in church – I’m a huge fan!
=-)
· 14. Going to work with daddy…I think I
help his patients feel better!
· 15. Antibiotics – yay…
P.S from Evelyn’s mommy… Sadly, the little stinker got quite
sick yesterday with a very high fever. She likely has typhoid or something
similar, but she is being treated for it and seems to be improving. Please keep
her in your prayers!
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
"Wawa" II
Please pardon the
double use of the corny title, but I think I have a good reason. As I was
thinking about it, I really thought it was a perfect description of Mango. A
place where West Africa has been “winning” for… who knows? Centuries? Millennia?
The town is beaten town, one of the poorest and most undesirable in Togo. It is
a dustbowl this time of year – the most immediately striking thing about the
town is the dirt and trash everywhere. It seems like no one really wants to be
there. There are 5 main tribal groups in town, and traditionally they all hate
each other. Even now, most people walk around with a stony expression on their
face. I guess there isn’t much to smile about living in Mango. As one of the missionaries here said, “Living in
Mango is like living in hell; it’s incredibly hot and the people hate each
other.”
But things are changing.
ABWE has been present building this hospital (which the town leaders begged
for) for about 5 years now. Church planters are already at work learning
languages, building relationships, and building the hospital. They are also
building trust. Now, when you stop and greet someone you are normally met with
a warm smile. Children excitedly wave and call out “Batture!” (white person)
when they see you. A handful of people in this Muslim dominated town have
already come to know Christ as their Savior. The church here is beginning to
sprout. It is a young fragile sprout, and does not yet have roots. Nonetheless,
for the first time in Mango – there is life, and hope.
The hospital being
built here is called “Hospital of Hope”, and for good reason! In a town with no
resources, it offers hope to the sick and hurting where none exists. But more
than that, the opportunity to be a beacon for the gospel in this whole region
(the hospital will be attracting those from surrounding countries as well, as
there will not be anything like this anywhere nearby) will be unparalleled,
here at least. During our trip up here, Stephen and I really had the
opportunity to pick a lot of people’s brains. We are super excited about the
team’s vision and philosophy of ministry. The medical work here is only a part of
something much, much bigger. It is a part of the unreached ends of the earth,
but it appears God is doing something. He is beginning to make His name known,
and He is planting His church. And from Mango, who knows the influence that
church could have? The opportunity for evangelism and then discipleship through
medicine here is huge!
We spent some time with
Anna, an incredible young missionary lady working here who took us around town
to meet her friends. She is focusing on the Fulani people group (she is the
only one working with them, and this is the people we are very interested in
too!), and so we were able to meet and “talk” with several of them. We reeeaaallly
enjoyed that! We also were able to have a lot of meals with the other
missionaries, pick their brains about the plans for the hospital and ministry
up here. We got to hang out in their incredibly cool pool. We went to market
and met some amazing people. We got to help the DeKryger’s unpack, and we got
to attend the little church here. In all, it was a privilege. Yes, there are a
lot of inconvenient things about the place. The water is not clean (the
hospital is working on digging its own well, but has so far come up dry). The
dust is unlike anything I have ever experienced. The bugs are annoying. The heat is,
well… “uncomfortable”. It’s more isolated and not really as pretty as down
south. But I hardly think those things should really be a consideration in
deciding whether to move to a place, do you? ;-)
Pray for Mango. Pray
for the missionaries in Mango, that they would not grow weary because life
there can be hard! Pray for the
people there, that the Holy Spirit would soften their hearts and they would be
receptive to the message of Hope. Pray for real discipleship and true strong
churches to grow. And pray for us, as we consider whether this place and work
is where God is calling us to be. There is a unique opportunity here to combine
our two loves – medicine and discipleship. You see, “Wawa” has been true in
Mango for a long time. But by God’s grace, West Africa WILL NOT Win Again – God
will, through the power of His gospel.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
"Wawa"
The missionaries
have a phrase they like to use here. When things go wrong in a uniquely
frustrating but almost humorous way, when you get the run around instead of
straight answers, when the horrible roads beat up both you and your cars… they
will have often shrug their shoulders, give a little laugh, and say “Wawa” –
West Africa Wins Again. Because sometimes it is better to laugh than to cry ;-)
Such as yesterday. A
driver from the hospital in Tsiko came up to get us on Sunday, and the plan was
for him to drive down one of the missionary’s cars to try to sell in Lome (the
capital), dropping us off in Tsiko on his way. Why did the missionary want to
sell his car, you ask? Well, ‘cause it was a dump (and why was it a dump, you
ask? Probably ‘cause they have car-eating and man-eating roads here). By the
time we pulled out of Mango at 8:45am yesterday (much later than planned), the
car had already been to the mechanic because it wouldn’t start, had its battery
changed, and had a flat tire changed. Oh yeah, and then it still wouldn’t start
at first. And when we got gas on our way out of town, it wouldn’t start again.
I joked with Pericot, our driver, that we would have to pray the car to Tsiko.
Well, I guess someone wasn’t praying hard enough (kidding!) because less than an
hour out of town the car started pouring out black smoke. For a second we all
thought the car was on fire as Pericot started pulling us out. Well, it wasn’t.
But it definitely wasn’t going any further. Wawa.
By the way, we were
stuck on the side of a little two lane road (I say little, but it’s the main
highway in Togo!) that’s riddled with enormous potholes out in the middle of
nowhere. It’s 100+ degrees (glad it wasn’t their “hot” season yet, or it would
have been 130+!). Thankfully, our driver had a cell phone and could call for
help. Also thankfully, we had plenty of water. But we spent the next couple
hours toasting by the side of the road. I spread out my “pagne” skirt (the
traditional African cloth) under a shrimpy little tree and Evelyn and I sat and
read books and sang our ABC’s, as we waited for an unknown amount of time and
had no real idea of what was happening and what the plan was. And you can
imagine the stares we got from the occasional truckers passing by. What, you don’t
normally see a white woman and baby camping out in the African bush by the side
of the road? Have you ever been in one of those weird situations when there is
absolutely nothing you can do to fix it and you can only sit and wait? Yeah, it
was one of those. Wawa.
Well, eventually help
arrived in the form of a mechanic to try to get the car to Mango and a driver
+taxi to take us the rest of the way. This guy drives crazy fast so we actually
make pretty good time, until we get to the mountain pass. It’s blocked by a
traffic jam, caused by a semi towing another broken down semi up the mountain
at a rate off approximately 0.25mph. Once we finally start moving again, on our
way down we pass truck after truck that is turned over, burned out, or just
plain not working. I’m telling you – they have car-eating, man-eating roads
here. Wawa.
The rest of our trip
was uneventful. We made it back in record time, exhausted and covered in red
dirt (no a/c so the windows were down the whole time). Evelyn did amazingly
well, a little whiny at times but that was the worst of it. Our only injury was
the thorns I stuck my bare foot on while we were sitting on our pagne under our
tree (oops). So that was our trip back, and we learned a few lessons. Such as:
if/when we move here, a reliable car is a must! Cell phones are pretty useful
too…
On a more serious
note though, we are so thankful for God’s protection in an uncertain situation
that could have been much worse than it was. Without that, “Wawa” would be more
than just a little joke you say when you are trying to roll with the punches!
So that is the story of our adventurous trip back – tomorrow I will write more
about our actual time in Mango, which was just what we were hoping it would be.
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