Friday, November 28, 2014

Manali Missives 54/2014, Meanwhile, Back at the Hospital…

Manali Missives 54/2014-11-28
Meanwhile, Back at the Hospital…

There is a lot of sweeping going on in the grounds of Lady Willingdon Hospital. The Robinia trees are shedding their golden leaves forming, a rustling carpet on the ground. In the distance I can see the snow capped peaks heralding the arrival of winter. On our balcony we have some flowerpots; in one of them are some tulip bulbs that came from the Dandenongs. The tulips are growing; I wonder whether they will bloom before the snow comes. Winter will follow autumn and then spring will come. So the year goes by, seasons follow seasons, death follows life. So life in the hospital mirrors nature here in the Himalayas.

Since we arrived back from Sydney in August the Obstetrician/Gynaecologist, Dr Saroj, has left. This has meant that my life has become much busier as I now look after pregnant women as well as babies and children. This area of medicine is rewarding and happy; occasionally, though, it can bring a lot of sadness and grief.

Maya, a Nepali lady came to us from Lahaul, a valley north of Manali. It was her first pregnancy and she was expecting twins. Maya's blood pressure had been high but she had not been given any antihypertensive medication and she had developed eclampsia. She arrived at Manali after having had 3 seizures and with 2 dead babies in her womb. Maya continued to have other complications - she was blind for a day or two. Her blood pressure continued to be high even though she was getting 4-5 different anti hypertensives, she ended up having surgery and the wound broke down. Maya has now been discharged and has gone home to Lahaul with her husband. Her blood pressure is now normal even without any medication and she is well. 

Monika was also pregnant with twins and came to our hospital in June with ruptured membranes at 28 weeks of pregnancy. We do not have facilities to look after such premature babies and I encouraged her and her husband to go to Chandigarh where there are big hospitals. In September Monika presented with her twins at our emergency room. The twins were very small weighing 1.5 and 1.8 kgs each. The parents had left the hospital against medical advice and now the smaller one was very sick with sepsis. He died in our ICU. His brother also became unwell and was treated in our ICU and last week the parents took this baby to another place closer to the maternal grandmother. There are no news from this family and I hope that this little baby has pulled through.

One little baby was delivered by Caesarean section as labour was not progressing well and she was getting distressed. The little girl was kept in the nursery and after some time became cyanosed even when receiving oxygen. She was healthy and well when she was delivered but the older she became and the more she cried the bluer she became. I suspected a congenital cardiac abnormality, which was confirmed by a visiting paediatrician. The baby was given some prostaglandins and referred to Chandigarh Hospital. The mother came back for check up and then told me the rest of the story, that the baby had died. The parents had been told that even if the baby had the needed surgery there was still only a 10 % chance of it being successful and so nothing was done.

Some days ago another pregnant lady arrived after having had no fetal movements for a day, she delivered a dead baby with 2 true knots in the cord.

2 weeks ago a little newborn girl was found in a rubbish bin, abandoned by her young unmarried mother. She was brought to the hospital suffering from hypothermia and anaemia. The police and child health department were involved and she is now in an orphanage in Shimla awaiting adoption.

Last week a 4 year old Nepali boy was admitted with severe stridor, he had been struggling to breathe for 4 days before his parents brought him here and on arrival was almost comatose. The history that the parents gave was of 10 months breathing difficulties. A God incidence - a visiting ear, nose and throat specialist was able to examine the boy and diagnose the underlying problem. The child has had surgery and now has a tracheostomy (a hole in his windpipe), through which he can breathe easily.

A week ago I was called to a delivery in the night. The baby showed no signs of life, but after resuscitation for 15 minutes we had a heart beat. On the second day of life the little boy started having seizures -? caused by hypoxia. After receiving drugs to settle his seizures he became very still, did not cry at all. He was referred to Chandigarh for further investigations all of which are normal so far, he now has good movements in his limbs and is crying.

In the midst of all this sadness and grief and the longing to be able to do more to help, there is joy of seeing new life and incredible joy at the birth of sons and daughters of India. There is joy in calming fearful mothers, incredible joy at seeing the little babies and children developing and growing. And most of the women and children I see are healthy and do very well! Most couples have no more than 2 children. The contraceptive methods that are available here are not as many as in Australia. Women can have tubal ligation done, they can have an IUCD inserted (copper T) or go on the OCP. We have a number of women present with bleeding due to an incomplete abortion after an unwanted pregnancy as the "abortion pill" is available at any pharmacy as an over the counter medication. 

I want to thank those in Australia who have provided clothes, beanies and little bears. The little "dresses" are so useful for the newborns with drip as they can be unbuttoned both over the shoulder and the front. The beanies are disappearing quickly now with the cold weather having arrived and the little bears are very much appreciated by the poor children who have very few toys.
With winter rapidly approaching we now see more colds, coughs and fevers. Some children are admitted with pneumonia and there is quite a lot of asthma around.

Last week there was a rabid dog in a village close to Manali, it managed to bite more than 15 people before it disappeared; I’m not sure whether it died or was killed. We stock the rabies vaccine; all those who are bitten need 7 injections each over a period of 2 months.

A 17 year old male came with a severely infected leg after stepping on a nail. The trauma happened some time ago and when he presented the infection had spread to the bone. The only way to save his life was by amputating his leg above the knee.

We always have a number of residents and registrars working here and there is such joy in seeing young Indian men and women training to become doctors, at seeing them grow in some of the difficult situations. One of the young doctors has been posted in Madgram, Lahaul, for some weeks before the Rohtang pass closes. He is doing a wonderful job in this remote area. We also have another young doctor posted in Jibhi, one of our clinic on the other side of Kullu. 

Of course there are times when I don't agree with what colleagues have been taught; every country has its own guidelines. To give deworming medication and antibiotics to all children with abdominal pain and diarrhoea without doing a stool test is not acceptable medical practice, I think.
There are a number of overseas medical students who come to Manali every year for their electives. Most of them have been Australians, but we have also had some Americans and also recently a student from Malaysia. I enjoy teaching them and it also encourages me to keep studying.

The staff at The Lady Willingdon Hospital and the Daystar school have been competing against each other in cricket. There have been 3 matches, all of them won by the hospital. There have been badminton matches played as well and a lot of cheering has been going on. Now the staff are preparing for the annual day where there will be skits, dancing and singing.

Last Sunday the Sunday school celebrated their Christmas party and all the parents were invited to see their children perform. The youngest ones enacted the Christmas story, and the whole audience really loved it. I will never forget the 4 year old girl, who was playing Mary, saying "But I am not married" in response to the angel’s promise of a son. It was so absurd, and everybody erupted in laughter.

The women of Manali, or maybe it is the whole of Himachal, are very industrious and do a lot of craft, especially knitting and crocheting. The women are knitting cardigans and socks when they get some free time. I have never been to a place before where the women keep on knitting while they walk! The socks and gloves are beautiful with colourful patters.
David is in New Delhi studying Hindi with the HindiGuru school. According to Facebook posts he is also visiting a number of shopping malls. That is where both coffee and internet are available. I have heard from a reliable source that he is now speaking more Hindi and that his language skills are improving. Hopefully this will mean that he will soon be back in Manali.


Only one month to Christmas now and soon Manali will be covered in a blanket of snow. There is nothing quite like a white Christmas!

Lena Reichardt

Monday, November 3, 2014

Manali Missives Guest Editorial 2 53/2014

Manali Missives 53/2014
Guest Blog 2

How time flies! A month ago 4 of our family were here in Manali. My mother Ailsa wrote last month's Guest Blog, which she titled "The Surprises of India". This month it's brother Ross's turn at the keyboard. He memorably compares his surprise in India with his nephew's "gobsmackedness" upon seeing Australian cricketer Simon O'Donnell hit a six right out of the Sydney Cricket Ground. Ross, now home with his customary cheerful equanimity restored, has contributed this month's blog. Thank you to you both.

David Reichardt

It's an interesting experience - sitting in a café in northern India, watching and listening to your brother teach Hindi to your father. Perhaps more interesting though, is how I got to have that experience.
I'm Ross, David's brother and when David first talked about going to Manali to work for a few years, I promised him that I would visit. I have just been there, along with my wife, Deb and my parents, Alf and Ailsa, fulfilling my promise and watching that Hindi lesson! In a trip of over 3 weeks, we spent 12 days with David and Lena – 5 days in Manali and the rest travelling.
This was a trip of multiple facets. We were to see some of India, we were to visit David and Lena in their home of Manali and we were to have a family holiday, travelling as a group.
Although both DnL (as we know them) have many years and many journeys of experience with India, this was my first time there and India has, shall we say, a reputation! Mention India to anyone and if they have been, they will likely talk about how India is an assault on the senses and it is too!
Years ago, when my nephew was about 12 years old, I took him to a one day international cricket game between Australia and Pakistan. It was the second innings and Australia was chasing. I can clearly remember one ball where Simon O'Donnell stepped down the pitch and hit a ball clear over the roof of the Ladies Stand at the SCG. 50000 Aussies leapt to their feet and roared while my nephew just stood there in wide mouthed amazement, trying to take in what he was witnessing.
Well, India had that effect on me. I kept seeing new things and chattering on about what I saw and how differently things are done there. Actually, it feels like everything is done differently. David just chuckled, like I did with my nephew, while I tried to take it all in. If you haven't visited India, you should. You don't have to like it - you don't have to like anywhere you visit - but unless you see it, you won't understand.
There are many different parts of India but our short trip only allowed me to see a few of them. I saw New Delhi, a city which could swallow Australia's population and have room left over. I saw the Golden Temple in Amritsar. I was greatly entertained by the border closing ceremony at Attari - a hoot of a show hiding the serious business of India / Pakistan border control. I learned about and came face to face with a great and fascinating history. There were good roads and awful roads. There was traffic! We sweltered on the plains and we enjoyed the cooler climate in the mountains. But the 2 places which I liked most were Manali and Shimla.
We finally got to see more of Manali than the background of the Skype conversations we have had up until now! David and Lena live in the compound of Lady Willingdon Hospital, a private hospital run by the Church of Northern India and the hospital where Lena works as Obstetric Consultant. Also in the compound are a church, a school and a number of apartments for staff and visitors so it is a good size and located in the heart of Manali. At the end of the day, it was always a relief to step through the gates and into the compound which offered sanctuary from the hustle, bustle and incessantly honking car horns of the outside world!
Apart from helping us to understand David and Lena's lifestyle (more on that later), there's no doubt that Manali was a tonic - a time to relax a little from a busy journey but sure enough, the time came to leave. It was sad in a way because it's a nice spot and over our few days there it had become familiar but leave we did. At 6am.
Shimla was next and the early start gave us a few hours on the road to avoid the worst of the traffic and get a good start on the 8 hour drive. So just how far is Shimla from Manali? Well, it's about 250km which gave us an average speed of about 30 km/h! Welcome to India. I needed to recalibrate so many of my understandings of life.
Set in beautiful and dramatic mountains, Shimla was my favourite part of India. No wonder the British moved their colonial government here for about 7 months of the year to escape the heat of Delhi. Not only is it cool, it is historic, very attractive and well worth a visit!
From Shimla, we turned back to Chandigarh, where we had met up with David and Lena 12 days previously but this time around it was for goodbyes. A few toots of the horn and they were gone - swallowed up by the endlessly chaotic, seething mass of Indian traffic.
While seeing the Indian scenery was great, for me the main purpose of the trip to India was to visit David and Lena and our four days in Manali is where we got to see them on 'their patch'. They have become an integral part of Manali which was clear every time we headed out for dinner or a walk. We continually stopped to meet people they know. Some of them were Lena's patients or work colleagues and some were David's contacts but they were all very welcoming and chatted away in Hindi and English like old friends do. The warmth of the Indian people is a joy and one of the memories I took away with me.
Although English is widely spoken in India, it is not the primary language, so watching DnL both communicating with the Indians was interesting to me. Having grown up in India, Lena is fluent in Hindi and her Hindi skills greatly augment her medical skills. Actually, it is difficult to see how she could work as a doctor in Manali without her language skills. Language is also important to David as he builds his programme of teaching ecological issues to school children. He recognises that he will be able to impart much more of his message if he can use Hindi. While he doesn't have Lena's fluency in Hindi (yet!), in true form he has jumped in, found a tutor and is paddling hard!
Travelling with a group has the potential to strain relationships and yes, there were some minor tensions but nothing that a glass of Indian red or Kingfisher Strong couldn't fix. Anyway, if the glass is full, it is much less likely to be thrown it at someone don't you think? The flip side of group travelling is that we got to spend lots of time to have punning competitions (I must be with David again) and chat about all sorts of things from ecology issues, to David and Lena's work, sport, politics and pretty much anything else. We had serious conversations and lots of laughs too. Notwithstanding the scenery and seeing David and Lena on home turf, the memories of a shared family holiday were probably the greatest part of the trip for me. David said that he was looking forward to sharing this part of his life with us and I'm very pleased that we made the effort to go.
India amazed me in ways which are both wonderful and horrifying. Back at home as I look at the photos and reflect on the trip, I'm sure I'll understand that India taught me a few things too.

So, if you feel like an adventure or just want to brush up on your Hindi, I know of a little café tucked away in northern India...

Ross Reichardt