Saturday 14 February 2009

Some updates

I've not written an entry for about 6 months. I think the reason is that I didn't think I had too much more to say, I think people get the point that living here is very different from living in the First World but at the risk of repetition I'd like to continue.

To begin with I'd like to give some feedback on some of my earlier posts. In November 2007 I wrote an entry about cross cultural medicine in which I told the story of a man with advanced HIV who was refusing to take medication because it had made him feel unwell when he had tried it (some details are changed in the interests of confidentiality). I have been following this man every month since then and as the persuasive approach had clearly not worked I tried to be more subtle. I tried just having normal friendly conversations for a couple of months and then perhaps just mention that I was still worried about him and leave it at that. Eventually after much bridge building he agreed to have a blood test to see how advanced the HIV had become. The answer was bad. His CD4 count, a measure of the strength of his immune system was 8, mine is 1000. Despite this and to my surprise he had remained remarkably well, I noticed some minor weight loss but not much more. At this point I felt one last persuasive effort couldn't make the situation any worse than it already was so we talked again about ARV's and even looked at pictures of his son together but he insisted that God would look after him and he didn't need my help.

Last week I was seriously considering writing the above paragraph and then finishing by saying how amazed I was that he was still so healthy after all this time and that I was somehow beginning to doubt myself. Then the day I had been expecting but dreading arrived. I was asked to see a patient who had presented with what sounded like a serious condition and I recognised the name immediately. There he was slumped in a chair unable to speak to me with a worried look on his face. I will omit the details but he is now admitted to hospital with a very serious condition which he is unlikely to survive. You never know what will happen and he might come back from the brink but chances are he will leave another orphaned child in the Transkei.

I'm searching for a lesson from this story but it has been played out so agonisingly slowly and with so much thought that I still won't know what do when it happens again as it surely will. Perhaps I should be comforted that spirituality will see him through to the end but once again I can only really think of the orphaned son.