Friday, May 27, 2011

Maternal death in Afghanistan- reasons for going

Afghanistan has some of the poorest indices of public health in the world.  Because I am not there yet, I am posting articles from other sources, such as the one from BBC News below, that highlight some of the reasons I think it is important to be there in a public health capacity.  The maternal death rate in Afghanistan is the second highest in the world.  In this particular province, it is the highest.  People often dismiss childbirth as effortless.  How often do you hear comments that women used to go out in the fields, lift their skirts, and just drop their babies?  Yes, true, but how many died doing that?  
In the absence of antenatal care, roughly one women dies for every 55 infants born in Afghanistan.  One in 6 children die at childbirth and one in 4 of those children who live will die before the age of 5 (index mundi). One in 11 Afghan women will die in childbirth (lifetime risk).  In some places in Afghanistan, according to UNICEF, maternal mortality is as high as 6000 in 100000, meaning that one woman dies for each 17 births.


It is not my job to save the world, nor is it my intention, but shedding light on those things we can and should make better seem more important to me than anything else I might do at the moment.  The hummingbirds will be here when I return.

The link to the video, which is moving, can be found here if the link below does not work:  http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/newsnight/8326102.stm


Page last updated at 13:58 GMT, Monday, 26 October 2009
Maternal mortality across the world


Watch Lyse Doucet's film in full
By Lyse Doucet 
BBC News, Badakshan, northern Afghanistan
Muslima shyly tells me she is 25. It is hard to believe.
Her brown eyes stare from a freckled face partly hidden by a patterned red head scarf. She looks about 15-years-old.
Whatever age Muslima is, she has triumphed over the odds. She survived one of Afghanistan's greatest dangers - childbirth.
Woman and baby
For many women a visit to the clinic means days of walking
Badakshan province, in north-east Afghanistan, has the worst-ever recorded rate of maternal mortality.
A smiling Muslima cradles her newborn baby girl in the folds of her long scarf as she sits up in bed in a maternal ward in the capital Faizabad.
It is the best Badakshan has to offer. When the first obstetric gynaecologist, Dr Hajira, arrived here 17 years ago, there was only one room and four beds for the entire province.
"Fifty percent of the women who come here are in a bad state," she explains. "If this hospital wasn't here, they would all die."
Thanks to international aid since the fall of the Taliban in 2001, there is a two-storey concrete block of a maternal ward.
Carried on planks
A visit to even one room on Dr Hajira's morning round tells the story of women's lives here.
Muslima, and Qamanesa in the bed next to her, look far too young to be bearing children.
Boy and woman with donkey
Lack of paved roads makes travelling in Badakshan difficult
In the other corner, Monisa is fighting for her life. In her early 40s, she is in her 14th pregnancy. Five of her children have already died.
Later that day, her five-month old foetus is delivered, dead. But Monisa pulls through despite a weak heart.
Changing the fate of women in childbirth means changing so much of life here. There is no electricity, no running water, no paved roads.
Outside the capital, a trip to the clinic - if it exists - can mean walking for days, travelling by donkey, or if the family can scrape together enough money, by car.
Many women are carried on wooden planks or ladders supported by four men, including an anxious husband.
Lack of infrastructure
In the remote district of Shahr-e Bozorg, survival can come down to luck.
Badakshan map
Sadiya had been in labour for 12 hours and was bleeding heavily when one of the few trained midwives, with the only ambulance in the region, happened to stop by her house in her village of Chowgany.
She was rushed to the only maternal clinic in the area providing emergency care.
"Will she make it?" I ask Simin Walid of the British charity Merlin which runs the clinic. "We hope," she replies, striding into the simple delivery room in the concrete bungalow.
Even gleaming ambulances find it hard to make haste. The gruelling, bone-jarring journey unfolds along narrow bumpy paths clinging to the mountainside or across rocky river beds.
The vistas are spectacular to behold, but forbidding. Even the Taliban did not conquer this area when they ruled Afghanistan.
Traditional midwives
When winter sets in, villages scattered across the undulating mountains are cut off.
Woman in maternity ward
Community midwifery training will help save women's lives
In Sadiya's village, most women deliver at home or turn to a traditional midwife like Gulnar.
"I've delivered hundreds of babies," boasts the beaming Gulnar as we sit in a shaded courtyard in a mud-walled compound.
But she regrets her illiteracy and lack of any formal training: "My hand is under a rock," she says.
And when I ask her how many mothers die in childbirth her animated smile disappears: "Many, many" is her calculation.
But these are lives ruled by God, not gynaecology.
"Some lives are short, some are long," Gulnar reflects with a stoicism shared by every Afghan we met on our journey.
It is just the way life is. But some are trying to change it.
Education and training
Dr Hajira uses a similar turn of phrase with a more resolute twist: "I prefer to live a short life that's full, than a long one," she says.
Born in Faizabad, her father, the province's first doctor, insisted she go to school even though she was the only girl in a class full of boys.
Maternal mortality around the world
She has dedicated her life to helping save women's lives.
And a new army of midwives is slowly being trained to start bringing modern practises to this battle.
In a programme run by the Aga Khan Foundation, young women are chosen by their villages, given approval by their husbands or fathers, and come to Faizabad for an 18-month course.
Eighteen-year-old Masuma , already a mother with two children, will return to her village in Shahr-e Bozorg.
"It was a community decision and I want to be a midwife to serve my people," she says.
She and a dozen other young women in white medical coats and pale blue caps watch intently as their teacher Farzana Darakhuna demonstrates with a rubber infant how to deliver a baby safely.
Farzana sees progress: "In the past, men wouldn't think of taking their wife to a clinic. They used to think if they took her there, there might be many men, and her dignity wouldn't be protected."
In this conservative society, changing women's lives means changing men's too.
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Leishmaniasis and Afghanistan.



yes, i am.  going.  

Afghanistan

13 million Afghans at risk of contracting Leishmaniasis, says WHO

14 October 2010 | Kabul, Afghanistan - The World Health Organization (WHO) today launched its first global report on neglected tropical diseases. In light of an ongoing Leishmaniasis outbreak in Herat, Afghanistan, WHO along with the Ministry of Public Health and the Afghan Red Crescent Society used this opportunity to raise awareness about and advocate for neglected diseases in Afghanistan, with special emphasis on Leishmaniasis, a disease that threatens the health of 13 million vulnerable Afghans, especially women and girls.
In Kabul, commonly considered as the world capital of [Cutaneous] Leishmaniasis, the number of new reported cases dramatically rose from the estimated yearly figure of 17,000 to 65,000 in 2009, mainly among women and girls.
"This number is likely to be the tip of the iceberg as cases are grossly underreported owing to poor diagnostic tools and the stigma that is attached to this disease," claimed Peter Graaff, WHO Representative to Afghanistan.
[Cutaneous] Leishmanisis is a parasitic disease transmitted through the bite of certain species of sandfly. The major symptom is skin sores which erupt weeks to months after the person has been bitten.
Leishmaniasis is both preventable and curable. Preventable through bed nets, and curable through medical treatment.
"The high cost of treatment makes it difficult to integrate anti-Leishmaniasis drugs into the Basic Package of Health Services," said Her Excellency Dr Suraya Dalil, Acting Minister of Public Health. "I urge donors to take this cause seriously, as it causes unnecessary suffering amongst a large number of Afghans."
"Addressing stigma, early diagnosis and early treatment is the way to go about tackling this disease," said Fatima Gilani, Director of the Afghan Red Crescent Society. "Protecting people from Leishmaniasis is affording them the Right to Life with dignity."
Leishmaniasis

The vector


Leishmaniasis is caused by protozoan parasites belonging to the genus Leishmania. The parasites are transmitted by the bite of a tiny – only 2–3 mm long – insect vector, thephlebotomine sandfly.

There are some 500 known phlebotomine species, but only about 30 have been found to transmit leishmaniasis. Only the female sandfly transmits the parasites. Female sandflies need blood for their eggs to develop, and become infected with the Leishmaniaparasites when they suck blood from an infected person or animal. Over a period of between 4 and 25 days, the parasites develop in the sandfly. When the infectious female sandfly then feeds on a fresh source of blood, it inoculates the person or animal with the parasite, and the transmission cycle is completed.
The disease can have a wide range of clinical symptoms, which may be cutaneousmucocutaneous or visceral. Cutaneous leishmaniasis is the most common form. Visceral leishmaniasis is the most severe form, in which vital organs of the body are affected.. .

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

hummer heaven

I am not unaware of the many difficult events and challenges going on in the world right now.  But neither can I, nor should I, ignore the beauty and magic that reveals itself right before my eyes. .  .




Tuesday, March 1, 2011

to everything, there is a season

As winter gives way to spring, so too the changes in our lives.  Things we set in motion when the first frost settled on the ground those many months ago have taken root and begun to sprout. Life does not always render itself to if-then statements as tidily as do computer programs.  For computers, the if-then algorithm plays out in milliseconds.  In our lives we experience, as the Buddhists would say, an interdependent arising in which everything arises from multiple causes and conditions, many of which we initiate and some seemingly at cross-purposes when they become manifest.  And it is only in retrospect that we see that everything was so perfectly predictable, we could have written the script ourselves.  Change is in the season.

I lost a dear friend a couple weeks ago.  Actually, "dear friend" trivializes the depth and significance of the relationship (as it does all of the most significant relationships in my life.  They are always more than dear, occasionally more than friends). I will write a tribute to him when the time is right.  He deserves no less. .

For those too young to remember the song, you are even younger still to know its source:

Ecclesiastes 3 
1To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:2A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

is it any wonder?

A young man who is making better use of my idle chainsaw these days hiked up Mt. Ballard from Bisbee.  From the top he looked down on my place and took these photos. This is pretty much what I'm all about....

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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

holiday musings

Last night, for the first time in over 600 years, a full lunar eclipse fell on the winter solstice.  There's gotta be a little magic in that. I slept on my roof, as I did for the Geminids meteor shower, because my roof is the best show in town.  If I had neighbors, they would refer to me as the strange lady who sleeps on her roof.  Tucked in my sleeping bag with my rat-gnawed knit cap on my head, I fell asleep early and woke as the moon entered the umbra.  I remained awake until the eclipse achieved totality and, as the moon drifted back into the light of the sun, I drifted off again as well.  But there was a moment, when the light was hidden from the moon, there was an otherworldly second or two when I thought the mystery was within my reach.


This morning I encountered the boarder who is living in my gen-shed.  I am not alone.  For those who have not seen one, this is a charming little ring-tailed cat.  He is not afraid of me.  We are in the process, I believe, of taming each other.
Finally, may we all find the grace and wisdom to realize what abundance we have in our lives this holiday season. As I ran this morning, I reflected on all those whom I have lost over the years, many well before their time.  I took in the beautiful blue Bisbee sky, the red of the surrounding hills, I took it all in and held it that much more precious because they no longer can.



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Friday, December 10, 2010

solar stuff

My sister expressed some concerns, after learning that I compost my own manure, that I had fallen into some Ted Kaczynski-esque state of being, ready to mount my own initiative against the machine.  And when I mentioned it in my Microbiology class, one of my students asked if that was something I opened with on a first date.  Cute.  So, let me explain- I live in the desert.  I live off-grid.  I have a septic tank about 300 feet down from the house at a 100 foot drop (roughly). My only water is that which I collect off my roof (~9000 gallon capacity).  You do the math.  Do you really think I am going to use gallons of water to flush all that distance, when I could grow something instead??  A supportive ex-Peace Corps colleague of mine, when he read my blog, wrote and told me he has a friend that digs a hole, craps in it for 6 months, plants a tree, and moves on.  Sheer genius.


Solar Water Collectors

So, anyway, you can see above that my hair is not matted beyond what would be within normal range, my fingernails are stubby short, and I am relatively clean.  When I go off the deep end, my descent will be more spectacular.  More importantly, however, is that next to me, you can see my solar water collectors.   The water is sent to my small "mechanical room" below.  Terry has this set up such that I have a 10 gallon electric hot water tank attached to my 80 gallon water tank that receives the water from the rooftop collectors using a heat-exchange mechanism.  If I want hot water, I heat up the small tank for a few minutes so I am not running 10 gallons of water just to get some hot stuff.  No waste.  Then the hot/warm water from the large tank enters the small tank as I use the preheated water.  The water is pumped to the roof collector from the big tank when the temperature differential is about 10 degrees F.  The hot water also circulates under my concrete slab in the lower floor to give me warmth in the winter.  Even when the solar collector has read 24F on a very cold night, my water temperature in the 80 gallon tank does not dip below 70.

Sanyo HIT 210W Panels
On the small, south facing balcony roof, we have placed 4 Sanyo 210W HIT panels. They just fit.  This provides all my electricity and, at this point, provides ample.  The cables run down to the small shed on the back of the house that stores the batteries, controller, etc.  I have enough power storage potential that, to add on, I would simply need to add 4 batteries. I still hesitate to use electricity, rarely keeping more than one light on at a time, even though Terry tells me it's free and comes from the sun.  I get that, but it's like using your turn signals, if it doesn't become habit, someone will rear end you some day.  So I'm the one on the empty road, late at night, with no other cars around, using her turn signal to go right..

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