Showing posts with label Nursing Education. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nursing Education. Show all posts

Sunday, October 23, 2016

The "Last Post"... till I am back home

I still can't get that slide show working 
So click on  This Week's Pictures.

I have a Dilemma about Returning Home

This morning when I went to get an egg sandwich for breakfast... I saw to my amazement the "Donut Lady" had returned after a year's absence. Fresh, still warm, large, sugar ones.  And during my last week... Oh the Agony!


The First Year's Turn to visit the Morgue

The 2016 Survivalists of Rev John's Trip to the Morgue

After our visit being cancelled last week because there were too many medical students, we returned on Wednesday.  But when we got there -- more medical students.   When Dr. Singh arrived on his motorcycle he saw me ..... He would take care of everything.  I hoped so, as I wasn't leaving this time.   He was a man of his word and arranged to have one body brought in to an adjoining room where my students were also led.    Here the associate pathologist also a Singh ["Singh" is like "O'Connor" -  dime a dozen name] -- first name Yogeshwar [not a dime a dozen name].  I'll let one of the students tell you about the visit:

"My first experience at the morgue was terrifying.  I have always been afraid of dead bodies, not because they scare me but because of the fact that I know that I am going to die someday.  Seeing them makes me wonder about my life and when it is going to end.  This is the scary part because, I don’t want to die.  I don’t want to leave this world and my family and friends.


But being at the morgue today helped me to appreciate life a whole lot more.  It made me realize how meaningless riches and popularity and material things are.   It was difficult looking at the body just being butchered like an animal or some piece of meat.   I thought about the fact that he had a family and how they must feel knowing that he is gone, but I also felt good that they were not there to witness such a gruesome thing.  

Other than what was going on inside me. I was afraid that the smell would get to me, but it didn’t.   At one point I was afraid to look at the face of the corpse, but thankfully I had my friend to help calm me down and I started to relax and that is when I got curious and wanted to touch.  Even though I knew it was a dead body I kept looking for some sign of life.  Personally, I find it hard to understand what it means to be dead. 

Other than my personal fears, the trip to the Morgue was good.  The pathologist Dr. Yogeshwar Singh was a great teacher.  He took time to explain lots of things to us, even though I can’t remember half of it.  When the organs were being removed from the body, I somehow started to feel a pain in my heart; I thought that I would faint.   I wondered if he was feeling any pain.  Even though I am curious, I don’t think that I ever want to go back to the morgue, much less witness another autopsy.   

I must say thanks to Mercy School of Nursing for giving me such an experience.  It has taught me a lot and I plan to share it with my family and friends.  I want to help someone else to appreciate life and their loved ones a little more than they do right now."


Speaking of Scaredy Cats  Frogs and Rev

Bad Selfie with Gecko
A few weeks ago, one of those salamanders or lizard things dropped down from the ceiling on my head...  and I was just a little jumpy.    These geckos are all over and more a nuisance than anything else.   However, early this morning as I lay sleeping, I felt something walking over my ear and when I went to brush it way - it was pretty big - a frickin' frog.  Now I did scream "a little", but I think that I may have had just cause.   We both lived.  I caught the frog and put him [although I guess it could have been a her] outside.   And I live on the second floor ..... now I have "The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Mercy Hospital".  Sorry Mark Twain.

Final Exams - a Time for Massive Prayer

Singing to the End - and a new adventure.
This is the time of year that my freshman class of 2013 finish up and prepare to write their National Final RN exams... three days all together - two written and one practical.  As tradition would dictate, on the day before, the whole school assembles and wishes them well with prayers and advice.. and we send them on their way to do battle!  In some ways it is had to believe that it has been over three years since they first stepped into my classroom.

                                                              Singing every day.

Leave it there for Just Now

I heard it said that in battle, you need to leave everything and everyone where they die... However, Guyana has taken that message to heart even in times of peace. Stuff just stays where it stopped or was left. A few examples:
Storage?

Never know when you may need it.
But Officer, I only went for gas.













I may be next!
And my famous "Guyana 911" ambulance of 2010 - still there!

Great News Finally

The first classes for the Master in Medicine - Psychiatry were held.  I got the honor of teaching in their second class.   Now I hold the title of "The Absolutely Best Foreign Professor". [Remember Raj?] There have been so many people who worked hard to achieve this, especially Drs. Bhiro Harry and Jorge Balsiero... and our Canadian Mental Health Team Members... who are even more excited about participating in the future.  They are already planing their February and September trips in 2017.  Ask about how you can join them.  There are four doctors who have been helping in the Psychiatry Department at Georgetown Public Hospital for a few years and hoping that the residency would finally start... and now they will get credit for all their hard work.

I met with them in a state of the art multimedia centre at Georgetown Public Hospital... equipped by a Canadian company.  I forgot to get the benefactor's name, as I am not above groveling to get a smaller one at Mercy SoN.   It is also equipped with a phone line that kept ringing on the screen... and I couldn't figure out how to answer or stop it!

New Residents: Drs Vanetta, Elizabeth [Head Resident], Stephan, Old Fart, Meena

And before I forget...

I had a good visit with Raymond Jagessar, who is now a Full Professor in Chemistry at UG... and a "good" Lutheran.   We shared a drink [Ray's was coconut water; mine wasn't] with good memories of Pastor Dick Young who has vanished into the Oregon hinterlands.


And when I was in New Amsterdam I had a quick visit with the  Lutheran Music Academy there.  I had a lively and enthusiastic conversation with the three new volunteer music instructors, Lauren, Sandor and Kirsten.   They conduct music lessons for the surrounding community and at all different levels of ability.  The founders of the school are Eric Sayre and St Olaf's College in Minnesota - along with the support of "Good Ol' Dr Erv."  Click on their link if you are into music.

Lauren, Sandor, Kirsten the 2016-7 Music Teachers

Several weeks ago, I had the privilege of presenting Dr. Tony Carr's and my programme of Problem Based Learning to Director Tabitha Mallampati's class on teaching theories.   It also gave me the chance to reflect on the strengths and weaknesses of how the Mercy programme has been evolving.  These insights are for another time.
There were some Mercy Grads who showed up to hear me again.
And yes, Sister Barbara McLean, I did get to visit with Malinda and make sure she was eating... And I forgot my camera ..... I also forgot my camera [well, actually I did have my camera, but I forgot that I had it] when the Mercy Corps Volunteers had me over for a wonderful team-cooked meal in their nice, but wireless, wireless home...  I am sure I am forgetting stuff, but this will have to do for a few weeks while I finish here and travel to Florida to see some family and then to my Canadian home and my wonderful wife and children and grands.   Till then, thanks for reading.  John

Friday, October 2, 2015

Emilee, my Guest Blogger


Stories by Dr. Emilee

 My niece, Emilee Flynn has spent the last three weeks in Guyana and most of her time here at Mercy with me.  I got to thinking -- I may have spent almost as much time with Emilee as I have with her mom, Monica, who was a lot younger than I was...and still is!  It was a great visit for me.  Emily writes:

Guyana:

For the last 13 years I have read my Uncle John’s “Ramblings.” I have read about his “other sons,” his girls at St. Ann’s, and the nursing students that he teaches. I have looked at the pictures that he has sent and posted and have marveled at their beauty. And I have waited for the last 13 years hoping for a chance that I might someday be able to join him and experience just some of the work that he and his many colleagues partake in. Well, my chance finally came and now it is my privilege to contribute to these “Ramblings.”


I am currently in the third and final year of my pediatrics residency at St. Christopher’s Hospital for Children in Philadelphia, PA. After much discussion, I received approval to travel to Guyana for three weeks as part of an elective in Global Health. I plan to practice in a global setting after residency and have applied to a number of different Global Health Fellowships and Programs. These three weeks have allowed me to at least get a glimpse of what I am signing up for in the future.

I was warned that it would be hot in Guyana. And yes it is hot, but I am adjusting. I was warned that there would be bugs and other critters, but that has never really bothered me. I was also told of the incredible kindness, hospitality and wonderful life-energy of the Guyanese people. And while people can tell you about that, such words can never fully express or do justice to the actual experience.
First time for Emilee and 28 years for Doc
Devi.

Dr. Devi who is now Medical Director
and my doctor for Uncle John's bronchitis, now cured,
invited us over for dinner with some friends.



Dr Bhiro Harry invited us for dinner and his lovely wife Georgia
did all the work.  On the right is their daughter, Indira.


















At my Taju's restaurant with the new
Mercy Corps volunteers.
During my first week I had the opportunity to see the work that Uncle John as well as many, many others have put into the Problem Based Learning Curriculum for the nursing students. I had the chance to sit in on some of their sessions and hear their thought process as they worked through the cases. I participated in some problem based learning sessions in medical school, but it was still a relatively new process when I was there. It was exciting to see how seriously the nursing students took the cases and began to direct their own learning and education. 













I was able to see one of Uncle John’s ethics classes in values and morality and then even helped to “grade” these papers after the session. In all fairness I warned Uncle John that I was an easy and generous grader before I started… pretty much the entire class scored a 15/15! And in true Uncle John form, I even taught one of the classes. I had only been in Guyana for 15 hours and he was already putting me to work! Fortunately he just wanted to give his students the chance to ask me questions and get to know a “young professional woman.” After so many years of reading his “Ramblings” I pretty much knew to expect something like this!







Dr. Rosa with Medical Students
I had the opportunity to discuss the medical care in Guyana with a number of different physicians my uncle has formed relationships with over the years.   My first experience was with Dr. Mallika Mootoo, a long standing Mercy paediatrician, who let me join her in two different clinics. (I will blame Uncle John for not getting a picture of us together.)
Dr Jabour

And through these conversations and experiences I witnessed the similarities as well as differences that exist between our health care systems. Parents are always going to have the same concerns, hopes, and dreams for their children and their futures regardless of where that child is living. It is a struggle both in Philadelphia and Guyana to help parents understand that children with asthma (or any chronic medical condition for that matter) need to take a medicine every day even though they may not be wheezing or having trouble breathing on that particular day. Parents still threaten their children that if they are not well behaved that they will get needles or shots, or “bored” as they refer to it in Guyana. This, by the way, is one of my biggest pet peeves as a pediatrician. It means that the child is going to associate going to the doctor with being bad and having to receive immunizations when in reality many visits have no immunizations.
Anyway ..… The hospitals in Guyana are promoting breastfeeding and keeping mother and child together in the same room. Both are AAP (American Academy of Pediatrics) recommendations and yet are initiatives that many US hospitals are still trying to promote and facilitate. There are relatively few subspecialists in Guyana, and the majority of care is provided by internists, family medicine physicians, and general pediatricians. There is no EEG machine (a test that helps to diagnosis specific types of seizure disorders) in Guyana as there is no one who has the training to interpret these test results. As I know my uncle has discussed in previous posts, there is still an incredibly negative stigma associated with mental illness in Guyana that has inhibited many from seeking appropriate care. And there are few training opportunities for providers to receive advanced or continuing psychiatric training or education.

One of the other reasons I came to Guyana was as part of the Bridges Medical Mission, a group of approximately 20 US based health care providers with skills in family medicine, pediatrics, Ob/Gyn, Cardiology, Urology, Dentistry, Nursing, Ultrasound Technician, and Respiratory Therapy. Many of the individuals in the group are originally from Guyana and some still have family living in the area. While some in the group assisted and provided direct care, many in the group worked on educational initiatives and helped to provide continuing medical education courses to local physicians and health care providers.









Guyana's population is approximately 800,000 with births of approximately 14,000 per year. According to the WHO statistics from 2012, the neonatal mortality rate (infants passing away in the first 28 days of life) in Guyana was 19.4 per 1,000 births. Compare this to other surrounding countries for the same year:
Trinidad and Tobago: 14.8/1,000
Surinam: 11.7/1,000
Jamaica: 10.6/1,000
Barbados: 9.5/1,000
Brazil: 9.2/1,000
Venezuela: 8.5/1,000
USA: 4.1/1,000
Canada: 3.5/1,000
Finland: 1.6/1,000

In terms of infant mortality (children passing away in the first year of life) Guyana ranks #65 in the world out of 224 countries.



As part of this medical mission I assisted one of the attending Neonatologists at St. Christopher’s Hospital for Children to teach Helping Babies Breathe Courses. Helping Babies Breathe is a neonatal resuscitation curriculum for resource-limited circumstances. It was developed on the premise that assessment at birth and simple newborn care are things that every baby deserves. The initial steps taught in Helping Babies Breathe can save lives and give a much better start to many babies who struggle to breathe at birth. The focus is to meet the needs of every baby born. Helping Babies Breathe emphasizes skilled attendants at birth, assessment of every baby, temperature support, stimulation to breathe, and assisted ventilation as needed, all within "The Golden Minute" after birth. The course is taught in a train-the-trainer model, thus allowing all those who participated in the course to take what they have learned and share their knowledge and skills with others in their communities.

The course is split over a two day period and utilizes role playing and simulation to work through scenarios that are meant to help participants recognize when a baby needs help making the initial transition into the world and taking their first breath. We conducted one course at Linden Hospital, which is about 2 hours from Georgetown. There were 7 midwives and birth attendants from Linden as well as the surrounding rural towns who participated in this course. We conducted a second course in Georgetown that was attended by 12 nurses and midwives including 3 nurses from Mercy Hospital. The other 9 nurses were from rural provinces and traveled 4+ hours for the course by taxi, boat, and bus. I was humbled by their willingness to share their experiences of delivering and caring for children in their rural and often resource-limited settings. It was inspiring to see the enthusiasm that many of these providers exhibited and their desire to share their knowledge with their respective communities while also continuing to seek out resources to further their own education and training.

Helping Babies Breathe is just one part of the Helping Babies Survive Program. Additional modules and courses focus on providing care for premature infants in resource-limited environments (Essential Care for Small Babies) and continuing to care for infants in the first 24 hours of life by encouraging breast feeding, ensuring that the child remains warm and dry to prevent hypothermia, continuing to monitor breathing, and providing appropriate vaccinations (Essential Care for Every Baby). Our ultimate hope is to return to Guyana within the next 6 months to provide these additional training modules to the same nurses and midwives that have just received training in Helping Babies Breathe. By identifying nurse and midwife leaders in each respective community and continuing to provide these identified leaders with additional education and training we hope to facilitate their own empowerment thus working from within towards the ultimate goal of decreasing neonatal mortality in Guyana.

And thus ends my “Ramblings.” Thank you for reading!  Dr. Emilee, Rev John's Niece

Stay tuned:  Dennis LeBlanc arrives in a week...


Sunday, September 20, 2015

The Big Surprise... [drum roll, please]

Dr. Emilee Flynn Arrives

On Monday night, Emilee arrived in Guyana.  Emilee has been trying to come to Mercy Hospital for about a decade to see and work with me.   Yet for one reason or another, could never get here.   Now she is so important, a distinguished senior paediatric resident at St. Christopher's Hospital for Children in Philadelphia, that I am really just helping her.   I have known Emilee ever since she was born.  She is the oldest child of my sister Monica and her husband John Flynn (I think he's also a doctor  ).   It has been many years since I actually have seen Emilee in person, so it has been a great time to catch up with her life and living... and get some new and embarrassing stories about my sister which I'll be able to use the next time the clan gets together.
Emilee has matured into a wonderful woman and sensitive paediatrician -- and she has been on the go ever since she arrived.   Emilee is interested in practicing medicine in some developing country after she finishes her residency this year, so is here to look at how children are cared for here and has accompanied a local paediatrician Dr. Malika Mootoo on her rounds and clinics for a couple of days.  When she returns she will team up with Dr. Rohan Jabour another long-time paediatrician here, as well as a new (to Mercy) Cuban Paediatrician Dr. Rosa.   

In the middle week she is travelling to Linden and then back to GT to lead a programme on Helping Babies Breathe -- a course in neonatal resuscitation.   

Emilee is walking around the Bourda Market.
with Dolly  Karran
who has a stall at the market
 and is an old friend of mine. 
I have gotten her out in the city walking around. Don't worry, Monica: she had me and my awesome strength to ward off any muggers.   As well, she has been helpful with the PBL course and other classes.  In fact, I was going to cancel my afternoon class and walk Emilee around the city; however, the students so wanted the chance to talk with her about her life and becoming a paediatrician that they begged me not to cancel.   I did not realize how much of an embodiment of their dreams Emilee represents; she is a symbol of the kind of person they wish to be.  Emilee gave them a chance to see themselves in the future .....  and for a few moments it was close enough for them to taste.  

Of course we went to St Ann's (see slide show at upper left); she also met my friend Dr. Bhiro Harry and attended several planning meetings at the Everest Cricket Club where she enjoyed some Banga and Shark as well as Plantain Chips.   She watched Bhiro and me imbibe a few drinks and she stuck to water.   Georgia, Bhiro's wife, invited her to their home for dinner.  She met Indira who is Bhiro's and Georgia's favourite daughter and a doctor who is pursuing further education in psychiatry to be able to help cure her father ..... and their favourite son Pravesh who is a dentist.










Emilee came to a Mental Health and Suicide Prevention meeting with the local press corps and the Minister of Public Health, Dr. Norton.  She was introduced as part of the team of technical specialists working for the Ministry!


It is good to have her here; I have been honoured by her wanting to visit me and see my life here.   I am sure she will be in more of these blog posts, but for now - enough.

My Health

I have been recovering from my cough etc., and now feel only about a decade older than I actually am .....  I went of my own accord to see Doctor Devi who lives in the flat next door and who has been checking on me every time she comes or goes.   She put me on a bag-load of pills and tonics and home-squeezed fruit juice! Now I do feel well -- and I hope this means that I won't get my usual bronchitis after I get home.

A New Ambulance for Mercy

A colleague, Chris Klaffs, who has been coming to Guyana for many years and is from the Florida Synod of the Lutheran Church has assisted her friend, Pastor Mike Mielke who lives about 30 miles from her in Florida and has the great Wilderness Lake Church.  He has friends/family at Banks Distributing -- my beer company, eh?  He loves Guyana, and several of his congregation are Guyanese.  He and his church raised money for two ambulances -- and one of them is for Mercy!  This is a great service for the hospital and its patients.  Thanks!!




Some Thoughts on Receiving Donations

Here are parts of a recent email from Dennis LeBlanc who has been down for the last two years and is planning on being here again in October.   He had a reflection on asking and giving that I want to share.


Hi Jo'c,

Yesterday you wrote "I am always humbled by donations" . . . that is a word I have always felt and used myself. I carry all sorts of baggage about asking for money, but a couple people have pushed me beyond my self-imposed limits around "fund raising" over the past few years. I can't say it's gotten any easier, but I have tried to be a little more bold and creative (the tin cup routine never worked well for me) in asking for money for causes important to me.

This is the outdoor "playground" at St Ann's we are trying to improve.
When people give, I am still truly humbled by their care, concern, generosity and support. Well, I've had a lot of practice in humility lately! Today at the nursing home, three staff people came up to me (separately) and talked about the newspaper article and how they "wanted to help out a little". One hundred and fifty dollars ($150) later, I staggered back to my desk, overwhelmed by their words and gifts. It has truly been "a wonderfully humbling day"!  The total amount raised now is $704 (that's good 'ole U S of A dollars, not Guyana dollar value)!
Thanks for reading... More next week. John
except .....  does anyone know what this is?