Cardiac patient home visit

Day…

We met 2 younger children

There was a young girl who went to the HAF office for help. She knew about us because of the introduction at Đa Nang hospital. She is a student at Đa Nang university. She asked us to help her father get a heart surgery. Her father is 44 year olds and got a severe heart disease. Her mother died 4 years ago. Her parents have 3 children. She is the oldest child and is19 years old, 2 other children still at high school. When her mother was alive, her parents did farming for living. But since her mother death, and father is heart disease, they couldn’t keep up their work. This girl herself has a pituitary gland tumor, too. She usually follows up in Sai Gon hospital by her friends helping. She tutors outside school hours to earn money to cover her living costs in Da Nang. I know this job because I used to do it when I was a student. We only earn 20-30$/ month. When I talked to her, I felt like she is a very energetic girl. And I really didn’t want to make her disappoint. Even though I knew it would be difficult to convince my boss with the case of an over 40-year-old. I just thought that although the father not so healthy after surgery but he can also does a light work and take care of children. More important, he is the only spiritual for kids. She tried her best to borrow 20m for her father surgery. So why can’t we give her hope.

the house is very old now

  The next two days, me and An went to visit their home under heavy rain. Very difficult road to travel and we were quite difficult to find their home. The house was not too bad but it is so old now. They built it when the mother was still alive. We met the father and the 2 younger children. The father was quite tired because of his disease. Our donation for this case will be a 1000$. He hospitalized last week and will have surgery this month. We hope that after his surgery, he will get better soon to take care of his children. 

New Cardiac Patient Home Visit

New cardiac patient

We feel very good that the Hoi An Foundation has helped many people over the last eight years. But, only being here infrequently, I find that I become somewhat insulated from the severe situations that many of our recipients endure daily.

Yesterday we visited a patient whose heart surgery we plan to fund. She lives an hour and a half from Hoi An in an area I would describe as the “country”. Our driver showed his driving skills by avoiding any car damage even though we had to go through about 50 water filled potholes. On every one, you could see his mind churning as he decided to go right, left or the center.

We had trouble finding the home and had to stop and ask questions frequently. As we got closer, people seemed to know the lady with the heart problem. I like that aspect of Vietnamese society - everyone knows their neighbors and they are usually willing to help.

Unfortunately, when we got there, she wasn’t home. This lady has such a severe heart problem that in America, the patient would be confined to their home waiting for surgery. This lady was working in the rice fields, even though she had very little energy and was in fairly constant pain.

The neighbors were able to find her and bring her to us. She looked a little frightened. We were in her mother in law’s house – the four of us, her two brother in laws and about 20 neighbors. Josh and I were probably the only westerners who were in this area in many years.

Patients house build by the government

The family had told us her story – she was 41, a widow, 2 children – both with mental problems, one lived at home, the other in an orphanage in Da Nang. She has a bad kidney problem that has to be fixed before heart surgery. Her home is a very Spartan building. In the west we always divide things into needs and wants. She definitely didn’t have any wants since she barely had any needs. 

She had to work just to live – like many Vietnamese. But because of her condition, she couldn’t work as much as she wanted to. Her husband had died of cancer a few years ago, so her income was all she lived on. Rice field workers don’t make very much.

Talking with the patient and neighbors

It’s hard to see a situation like this and not think about how lucky we are based on one thing –where we were born.

Our donation for the surgery will be a $1,300.  It will allow her to have normal energy again and without constant pain. I’ll write another blog when her surgery is done.

For all the people who donate to the Hoi An Foundation, this is where your money is used. You can definitely know that your funds go a long way here. This lady will not know which ones of you funded her surgery, she will just know that her life is much better.

A blog from a new staff

Day….

6:45am, three of us rode motorbike from Hoi An to go to Binh Tri clinic, Thang Binh District. That was the second clinic for the people who have diabetes and hypertension. The first time we went by car, now we go by motorbike. An drove Quynh, and me by myself. I have to recognize that this time my driving skill gets a lot better because we usually drive long way in very hot weather. Sometimes An jokes that we are like highway heroes. When we just arrived and put the bags down, we met dr Hiep, clinic director. He seemed not satisfied with us. He said that we work with no plan, he not yet knew any information about our work there. We were surprised because his superiors had not informed him. He said that he did not want us to tell him what to do because he is a doctor and we are not. We are very upset. We try to tell him that that is not we mean. We know the protocol better and want to help them to get familiar with the booklets and collecting patients’ info. An almost cried. We finally decided come back Hoi An and will meet his superiors later to talk. But then, after talking the patients and clinic staff, we decided stay to work. We understand that we work because of the benefit of poor people, not for any doctors or us. We explained that we make the plan and send to provincial department of Health and district health Center but for some reasons, they hadn’t sent to the clinic. And the staff had thought we only come to see patients as other charities did before only one time, no following up so they didn’t assign staff to be in charge in this program to manage these patients. Everything finally solved. Dr Hiep even paid for our lunch (3 bowls of noodles and 1 sparkling water).

Day….

6:45 we went to Nam Giang, one of mountainous district of Quang Nam province. I feel familiar here because it is similar to my hometown. It is very hot in the morning. We met clinic staff to collect the information for our hygiene education project. We also came to an ethnic community to see how they live, the people are very friendly there. We took some pictures about their life.

In the afternoon we met the leaders of Nam Giang. I think they are very responsible and principle. I like it. They make us want to work with them rather than in Thang Binh. When we returned in the afternoon, it rained heavily. I even slept soundly in the car. (An did all the driving)

Minority ethnic people in Nam Giang

An and me taking to a villager

Day……….

Quynh and I came to Tam Ky to take part in a communication for a student with HIV. This is the first time I joined in this. I met 2 old people who work for “protection centers for street children” in Da Nang city. I really admire them. Although they are over 60 yo, they still very good in caring for the children with HIV. I wish I can work like them. We attended the flag in Cao Ba Quat high school and acquainted with the student and teachers. The teachers are very good, especially the head master. He is very dedicated with students. He said that all of the teachers decided to donate the money we support them to buy two bikes for poor students (we only support small amount for their time). They made us very happy and touched.

At noon, we went to visit the boy with HIV. The first I met a person has this disease. But I don’t think there is any difference between them and those without disease. He is a sociable and gentle boy. He lives with a big family. And they look very happy.

In the afternoon we attended a talk on HIV by doctor Hai in charge, a good doctor working in ”HIV center”. He is very fun doctor. All of the teachers attended, too. The doctor provided the knowledge on this disease. Before, I knew it with a very vague knowledge. Now I have a better understanding. The speech is not boring as I thought. Everybody very interested in this. We had a day of fun and useful.

Dr Hai talking to school staff and students

Teachers at the school attending a talk on HIV

By Yen Le

New cardiac patient's home vist

It took us more than 2 hrs to get to the patient's house on a motorbike. We had to go over a pass on the way, beautiful view but the road is quite empty. The house is in the remote area far from the main road. The patient (31yo) lives with her husband and 2 children (5 and 2 yo) in a very small cottage with dirt floor, it is not enough to protect them from rain and sun. She had been very fatigue for very long time but had never been to a big hospital for her health checked. Last year she was very sick and got refered to Danang hospital and knew that she has problem with her heart (mitral and tricuspid valve). The sugery costs 60 milion dong (3000 USD). She is not well so she can't work. Her husband does farming and earns 2 million dong a month, just enough for food for 4 people. They haven't got any money yet, just less than 1 million dong contributed from their neighbours (people are poor there so they don't have much to help, some can only help with a few kgs of rice). Her condition is severe and the doctors said she can't wait for more than 2 months.

Viet Nam and Cambodia

Wow! It’s been a long and packed 2 ½ weeks in Viet Nam and Cambodia.  Its been approximately a year and a half since I had been back in VN with HAF and I am so proud of the hard work of Josh, Brian, Carol, An and Quynh towards our goal of providing health care improvement.  HAF is now working with the WHO and the VN Ministry of Health in improving non-communicable disease diagnosis, treatment, and management.  We formed a comprehensive project protocol to educate and to treat hypertension and diabetes. It’s been a long process of training the healthcare practitioners at these local clinics, but it’s definitely paid off.  We have practitioners who are eager to learn and excited to help their patients and we have patients who feel better and are happy with their treatments and interested in learning how to live healthier lives.  This has not gone unnoticed—the WHO and Minister of Health are expanding our protocol to the rest of the district!

Cambodia was awesome! It was so wonderful to work with compassionate, smart, driven Andrew and Jenny from Children’s Future International (CFI) in Battambang.  They do amazing work and provide many at risk children with a safe house of room, board, and education.  Their mission is to provide these kids with skills to integrate into society and grow up to be responsible, successful adults in their community. We made this trip to help them with basic medical needs of the kids they take care of. We worked with their local staff and evaluated some of the kids.  It was a short trip to Cambodia, but we look forward to working more with CFI in the future.

Snapshots from Vietnam

My first day as a volunteer doctor is spent at the Buddhist Pagoda in Hoi An. Karen and Nam, the head nun, have organised a list of patients. First is 4 year old Hien, who was left at the front door of the pagoda 4 weeks ago. Her mother may have AIDS or be too poor to care for her.

Hien looks unwell and has a swollen, discharging left eye. I think it could be periorbital cellulitis and start her on antibiotics.

Minh has dyspepsia. This is a common symptom here and I suspect helicobacter pylori is endemic. Eradication pack samples would be handy.

Dai Ngo, 67, has a cough. And no wonder, as she holds up her chest XRay and there’s a 20 cent sized piece of shrapnel in her right lung…a legacy from the war.

Cue Ng, 40, has hepatitis C. There is little intravenous drug use here in Hoi An, but plenty in Saigon and Hanoi. I’m told the HIV rate may be as high as 70%. A methadone/antiviral medication clinic is to start in Saigon…a first for the country.

Tuyet, 72, has claudication, which comes on after she has walked more than 2 kilometres... She is reassured.

Thao, 25, has obvious thyrotoxicosis with exophthalmos, tremor and tachycardia. She had a thyroidectomy in 2002, but has an enlarged right lobe easily visible.

I call it quits after seeing 35 patients.

Day 2: I travel by motorbike to the neighbouring province of Dien Ban, accompanied by Dr Josh Solomon, an American intensivist who volunteers in Vietnam for 9 months each year, and our interpreters, Anh and Vu. Each province has a dozen or so medical health centres staffed by nurses and medical assistants. Doctors do some of the sessions and the clinics provide immunisations, dressings and triage for the local hospital.

Many patients are rice farmers in their fifties with back and right shoulder pain. This is caused by degenerative disease from using the scythe in the fields. Paracetamol is dispensed.

One fellow is different as he has left shoulder pain….sure enough, he’s left handed!

Co Truong has a BCC on her neck, the first one Josh has seen in 8 years.

We finish with a home visit to 13 year old Thanh. He has AIDS and his parents have already died from this. He is cared for by his grandmother. Josh has treated him for 5 years, flying him to Saigon each month for antivirals, but he became resistant to the drugs. He has had a zero T-cell count for 2 years! There is a 10 cm ulcer on his right knee, the base is black and we suspect pseudomonas. Josh supplies ciprofloxacin but I can see he is very concerned.

I call in to see Hien back at the Buddhist pagoda. Her eye is now fine but she’s scratching at night. She has some bites on the palms and behind the ears…scabies.

Day 3. Home visits with Karen and Carmel, a volunteer nurse from Victoria.

Le, 37, has asthma. I give her a salbutamol spray and the “Josh spacer”.[an adapted plastic water bottle]

The next house is a hygiene nightmare. Son, 3, and his sister, Van, 9, have infected eczema, mainly on their faces and scalp. Carmel will do daily visits, washing the affected areas with sterile water and applying cortisone creams. She will give them their morning antibiotic dose and Dao,10, their elder sister, will do the other doses. Karen will tackle the hygiene problems.

We visit Nguyen, a 30 year old man bedridden for 12 years after encephalitis. Karen has had a carer for him 6 days per week. He was in a bad way a few months ago but now he has gained weight, he’s smiling, clean, has no bed sores and is much more alert. The carer, Lien, washes him, feeds him, exercises his limbs, reads to him and sits him up for short periods. There are no chains on his bed as there were before.

We visit Karen’s school. There are afternoon and evening English classes for disadvantaged children and teenagers and jobs can be found for them in hospitality once they have the language skills.

Each afternoon the disabled women’s group do craft work. Sherry, an American artist volunteer, has the group making decorative objects to sell on the internet.

Another woman, Nguyen, aged 22, has an inoperable VSD. She has an oxygen saturation of 78. She is on home oxygen but the sound of the machine has been keeping her awake at night. I brought some top quality ear plugs for her!

Day 4: I do a clinic at CHIA.[“Children’s Hopes in Action”] providing services for those with congenital abnormalities and chronic illnesses.

Vu Tran, 8, has epilepsy. He has 3 fits a week and the local school will not take him. He is on an intermittent sub-therapeutic dose of 50mg phenobarbitone. This is a typical treatment regime but for his weight he should be on 175 mg. Phenytoin is also available but seizure treatment has a long way to go here.

Trung, 14, is hearing impaired. He has classic serous otitis media. An audiogram can be done in Da Nang for a few dollars and ventilation tubes are available.

Josh and I visit a different province, Duy Xuyen, and I see the hypertensive patients. There seem to be only two systolic readings here, either 100, or 200 plus. Several people have already had CVAs. Treatment is often stopped or is inadequate. Josh trains the staff using a treatment algorithm, but patients are scared of using two types of medication, let alone three. Nifedipine, thiazides, amlodipine and captopril are available.

Dieu, 83, has distressing Parkinson’s disease. The only treatments available are anti-histamines and I prescribe chlorpheniramine.

Day 5: Back to the Pagoda. Dao, 65, has been itching for 12 months, especially at night. She has tried western and chinese medicines to no avail. There are bites under breasts and on her buttocks…Scabies again.

Day 6: Free time and we head for the beach on the South China Sea. There are deck chairs, umbrellas and Saigon Beer served with ice blocks.

The menu includes “Grabs, Clamps, Pisches and Shop Chewy”. The fishermen are out in their round bamboo boats, called Thung. They propel by using an oar in a “figure of 8” manner. Any other way and the boat just spins. They stand to cast their nets, which must be like playing golf standing in a hammock.

Day 7: Back to Dien Ban. This is a different clinic and 200 patients are waiting!

Trang Vo, 42, has had a CVA. Examination reveals atrial fibrillation and a loud mitral regurgitation murmur. She had rheumatic fever then atrial dilatation, disruption to the sino-atrial node, AF, clot, then a CVA. We order an ECG and ECHO and she will require surgery.

Day 8: I’m asked to see an 18 year old girl at the Pagoda. Her name is Tam. She is short and prepubertal and has blocked ears.

When I pull back her hair to check her ear I notice a webbed neck. From some ancient paddock in the back of my brain, out it pops---Turner’s Syndrome. Later I hit the internet for more information and see that hormones are indicated and screening for hypothyroidism and cardio-vascular malformations suggested.

Day 9: We run a clinic at Josh’s home. Josh wants my opinion about Tu, 47. She has had 6 months of intermittent fevers, headaches, weakness, aches and pains and insomnia. I’m at a loss. But not so our nurse Carmel, who asks her when she had her last period. Six months ago! Josh points out that he is excused, as you don’t see too many cases of menopause in ICU.

Cham Pham, 59, has renal failure. She needs dialysis soon but each time it’s 500,000 Dong [$US 30], way beyond their means.

I leave Hoi An for a few days in Sapa, a town in the mountainous north. There are dozens of Black Hmong women in the town, selling their wares. I am asked to do a “market” visit and Ti,14, is my interpreter. The patient is an elderly woman, of the Red Zoa people. She has an infected laceration of her ring finger with marked cellulitis and pain. I give her Keflex and Fucidin ointment.

Two days later it’s much better, with less swelling, some movement and no pain. I get Ti to explain to her that she must finish the medicine. Ti says the woman wants to know how much I will pay her to finish taking the medicine! I ask Ti to tell her in Viet style, ”She’s dreaming.”

Next day we trek 12 kilometres to Ti’s Hmong village. Ti and her mother cook food we have brought in. The house has a low ceiling and is the size of a single car garage. There is an open cooking fire, no chimney. The meal is delicious. Ti left school at the end of primary school,aged 10. Secondary schools charge fees which they could not afford.

It’s my last night and I decide to lash out and dine at the upmarket Victoria hotel. I order Aussie leg of lamb, done medium. I get raw buffalo-Ah, Vietnam!

Viet Nam Experience
David Cooke

Five am. The loudspeakers on telegraph poles blare out scratchy music to wake the populace and induce them to start their day's work. I wonder why they couldn't wait another hour or so to let me sleep till a reasonable time. Later in the day the tourists will be entertained with Vivaldi broadcast from those same speakers.
Already the day is heating to its 35 degree and 98% humidity, and the hazy sun beats down on the ever busy roads. Motorbikes and pushbikes stream in a procession past the hotel in a seemingly chaotic traffic system that strangely appears to work. It is not unusual for a bike to accommodate four people weaving like fighter pilots with incessant tooting of horns.
At 7.30am my nurse Judy Avenell and I are picked up by two young interpreters, An and Nguyet, and, hanging on we enter the traffic for a clinic out of the town of Hoi An. After twenty minutes we are still alive and Judy has managed to open her eyes for the last two kilometres.
We enter the clinic building which is proudly shown to us by the local “EC”, a man trained somewhere between a nurse and a doctor.
A fan is fetched and Judy begins to screen the patients for diabetes and blood pressure before handing them on to myself and Mai, an Australian nurse who manages the Hoi An Foundation and has been here for many years. American doctor, Joshua Solomon started the organisation some years ago and spends many months of each year in Viet Nam.
The people are gentle and appreciative but suffer from these two diseases due to the high salt and sugar content of their diet.
“Are you taking the tablets?” the interpreter asks on my behalf.
“No, I felt better,” is a common answer and indicative of the amount of education these patients need about their treatment.
I sigh and the interpreter explains that the blood pressure is 200/100 and that this fifty year old is at risk of stroke. We give advice and prescribe the available medications some of which we stopped using in Australia twenty years ago. One such is Cozaar I note, stopped in a hurry in the western world because of serious side effects, and so I take people off this treatment. I wonder why we are doing this work when there are locally trained doctors until I learn that they have no continuing medical education, never meet for discussions and are reluctant to share any medical information.
With vast amounts of bottled water to counteract the enervating heat, we wade through the day seeing more heart murmurs in my three weeks in Viet Nam that I have seen in forty years of Australian practice. It is largely rheumatic disease with a smattering of Fallot's tetralogy and septal defects. These go unrepaired in the majority of cases due to the cost ($US5000) of surgery for people whose annual income may be around $US600. These people would be lucky to reach twenty years of age.
I see wounds from the “American War” and there seems no resentment by these ex Viet Cong men and women. “That was then,” they say, “this is now.”
The pathology is gross and plentiful - hydrocephalus, Marfan's syndrome, cerebral palsy, marked clubbing and of course the horrific effects of Agent Orange.
The people seem happy and accepting of their situation, and, as doctor is spelt “GOD”, I seem to have more success in getting patients to stop smoking than in Australia.
Today we see about seventy patients although each day is totally different. Some days we travel far out into the countryside while others involve loading the bike on a ferry and working across the river on one of the many islands.
What a momentous experience. What a learning curve! My wife and I live in a comfortable hotel for $US25 a day including breakfast and it is possible to eat for $US7 - 8 per day.
Would I go again? Ask me in a year's time when I've got over the exhaustion, but probably Yes.
The two Vietnamese girls, Nguyet and An are stimulating, energetic and full of knowledge, (as well as being clever on a bike) and Mai and Carol, two Aussie nurses who run the Hoi An foundation are truly inspirational, dedicated and selfless.
Three weeks of this experience and I return to my Lighthouse Beach Surgery. The rooms are airconditioned, there are no frogs jumping across the floor and the computer generated scripts for modern medicines are paid for by the government. A man needs heart surgery and is taken by air ambulance to Sydney where a surgeon will perform the operation at no cost to the patient.
I muse on the difference and I shall never be the same again.