Today, I made the 1.5 hour drive to Palode with Abbey,
Jackie, and Mara, to work with Dr. Biacin and a team of nurses and volunteers
from Pallium India. The day got off to a slow start when I woke up and was
feeling pretty crappy, but lucky the Imodium kicked in just in time that I
decided to go. We left our hotel at 7:45 am and followed another van with the
Pallium team in it, and saw 8 or 9 patients throughout the day.
The very
first patient had undergone a leg amputation due to a vascular disease and
diabetes. The man appeared to be in high spirits, and was laughing and carrying
on with his son and neighbors that sat in on his appointment with us. He
informed us, however, that he had applied for a disability pension from the
government but was denied, leaving him without a stable income. One of the
nurses explained to him that he has a right to know why he was denied under the
“right to information” act or something to that effect, which I believe he was
going to check into. I think that’s a testament to the fact that Pallium
doesn’t just plug people full of meds and move on like sometimes happens
elsewhere and even in the U.S, but takes it’s time with each patient to ensure
well-rounded, holistic care.
The next
patient that stood out to me was a woman who had been diagnosed with cancer of
the buccal mucosa (cheek), who was tearful when we entered and was very visibly
in a lot of pain. She had undergone a partial mandibulectomy (had part of her
lower jaw removed), and her tumor had grown and spread to both sides of her
mouth. One one side, she appeared to have a blister or abscess of some kind
which appeared to be infected, and on the other side, the tumor had broken
through the skin and began to ooze. The woman had great difficulty talking,
swallowing, and finding comfortable positions in bed which prevented pressure
from being applied to her cheeks. The Pallium team prescribed her some pain
medication to make her more comfortable, as well as an antibiotic to reduce the
infection in her abscess. I can’t imagine living with something as painful as
that must have been, but it was some consolation that she had a daughter that
took very good care of her, and a small grandson to cheer her up.
The next
patient was an elderly man whose family was in the process of building a new
house, and they were essentially living in a tent in the front of their new
property while it was being build. Both of his legs were becoming gangrenous,
and Dr. Biacin wanted to admit him to Pallium’s hospital for treatment, but the
family refused because they were focused on building there house, and could not
delay the process any more. Keep in mind, the family was physically building
their own home, not a contractor or anything like that. Nonetheless, it was
hard to see a family that didn’t understand the importance of getting their
loved one medical treatment, despite encouragement from the Pallium team.
The last
patient that I won’t forget was a very elderly woman who lived alone in a small
house in the forest. To be honest, I couldn’t even understand what her
diagnosis was, but I don’t believe it was anything incredibly terminal. What
really struck me was that she told us that her only son had gotten married 6
years ago and hadn’t come back to care for her ever since, which left her alone
in a very remote house with no doors to fend for herself. The Pallium team had
previously mentioned the option of selling her home and having her move into a
home in the city, which she was somewhat open to. They made some phone calls
today and discovered that it was her son who would have to take her to into the
home and fill out the paperwork for various legal reasons, and she was convinced
that he would never do this, because it would mean he likely wouldn’t get the
money for her house and land. I was incredulous at the cruelty and selfishness
of the situation, but attempted to refrain from passing judgment, as Dr. Raj
had warned us that we must remember that we know very little of their backstory
and family dynamics. The Pallium team then decided to call the police
department and ask them to come out and assess the situation, as it could be
considered abuse or neglect of a dependent person, in which case the woman
could be taken to the nursing home and the need for the family to fill out
legal paperwork could be overridden. I truly hope the police department arrives
quickly and is able to help this woman out, because I can’t imagine living even
one night in that home all alone when you can’t even get out of bed.
After the
home visits were through, we stopped at one of the volunteer’s family members’
restaurant for lunch, but I stuck to drinking water as I was beginning to feel
pretty crummy again. The ride home thankfully went quickly, and I immediately
went to bed to take a nap. I feel slightly better now, a few hours later, and
am hopeful that I will have made an even bigger comeback when tomorrow morning
rolls around so that I can be physically and mentally present for my final day
of home visits. Until then, have a fabulous day, and thanks for reading!
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The living quarters of the family in the process of building the new home. |
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This patient had used her clothes line to hang her IV. |
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The grandson of one of the patients. He was very playful and excited to see us! |
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Bidding our farewells. |
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Dr. Biacin examining a patient. |
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A rubber tree. The tree bark is cut around a portion of the trunk, and the sap (the thick white liquid) drains down into the cup. The sap is then mixed with a chemical similar to acetic acid and is layed in the sun to dry (see below). |
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Rubber sheets in the process of drying. The individual will then take the rubber to market and sell it for money. |
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Our team for the day! |
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