7/27/2011 10:40:00 AM Two Worlds: Chelan and Lesotho: Chelan doctor faces glaring differences in a village halfway around the planet
Dr. Amy Hutton, left, treats a infant at the clinic in Mokhotlong, Lesotho, Africa. See the slideshow below. Photo courtesy Erin Fielding
Benefit concert for Chelan to Africa
Touching Tiny Lives Concert Tickets On Sale NOW! Buy your tickets in the Tasting Room or online now at www.bensonvineyards.com & make a difference! Chelan to Africa for Touching Tiny Lives will be having a Benefit Concert at Benson Vineyards Estate Winery Saturday, Aug.6 from 7 p.m. to 10 p.m. Tickets $20 Aug.6 - Doors Open 6 p.m. The Kevin Jones Band, wine, food, a fantastic raffle and jewelry from Lesotho. Everything has been donated, 100% of ticket sales (both concert and raffle) go to the Touching Tiny Lives Foundation. Concert Antipasto Menu will be available during the Concert.
By Dr. Amy Hutton Chelan to Africa co-founder
A fellow Chelan resident, Erin Fielding (stay-at-home mom) and I started a project called "Travel to Africa With Me" in the spring of 2010. The intention is to send medical teams to a rural region of Lesotho, Africa, named Mokhotlong. The nation of Lesotho has only 89 doctors for 2 million people. Using our existing relationship with Touching Tiny Lives, they agreed to host our medical teams four times a year. The teams provide medical training, assistance with sick children and a helping hand at the hospital. Erin and I traveled in February with two nurses. One of the nurses is a fellow Chelan resident, Rachel Ruiz, who works in the ER at LCCH. The AIDS epidemic is decimating entire generations in Africa. It is estimated that 30 percent of the population is HIV positive, and most of those infected are women younger than 30 years-old. The Touching Tiny Lives Foundation supports a medical safehouse in Lesotho to help this rural region deal with the AIDS epidemic. The safehouse, which can support 20 children at a time, welcomes sick, malnourished, or HIV-positive children and orphans. Please check out their amazing websitewww.touchingtinylives.org. The Chelan to Africa website address is. http://chelantoafrica.com/ Me, Erin Fielding, and two other medical professionals traveled to Lesotho.
Editor's note: Following are excerpts from Hutton's final blog from Lesotho and her first when she returned to Chelan.
Lowest of the Lows March 10 We leave tomorrow, and I for one am full of mixed feelings. So anxious to see my family and sleep in my bed, but also feeling it is hard to leave knowing how big the need is here... This may be hard to read, but I would like to share what I think was the hardest thing we have all been through on our trip: The four of us (Patti, Rachel, Erin and I) left TTL to go to the hospital. While at the hospital, Patti and Rachel went to check quickly on the hysterectomy patient and Erin and I went to the Peds Ward. I had seen Kananelo, an 18-month-old, during walk-in on Monday with dehydration, malnourishment and thrush. I talked to the doctor on call and he admitted the baby to the ward. I just assumed he would look better after treatment. Erin and I walked into the ward room and I saw the mom asleep next to the baby. Kananelo had a scarf laid over his face, I assume to keep away flies. I removed the scarf and saw immediately that he was unconscious. His eyes were glassy, breathing slowly and not responsive. He had an NG tube that was put in that morning by the doctor. I got the nurse just as Patti and Rachel came in the room. The nurse explained to us that multiple IV attempts were unsuccessful. The "nurse" in both Patti and Rachel kicked in quickly - they both said immediately "I want to try to put in an IV." We all knew IV fluids were his only chance and that chance was 1 in a million. I ran to ask the doc if he was okay with that, while Rachel and Patti prepared the supplies. The doc was supportive and came up quickly as well. Soon, the doctor was trying to put in an IV in the foot, while Patti tried the arm. The baby was not responding to pain. Eventually all points were tried between - without any success. It was too late. I put some fluid down the NG tube and then stepped out with the doctor. Rachel came out within minutes, with tears in her eyes telling me he stopped breathing. The mom was sobbing while he lay there peacefully wrapped in a blanket. The nurse did not show much reaction - I can't even imagine how much she sees this...
Two Worlds March 19, 2011 This past week has been a bit foggy - most of it being on the couch sick with what everyone else seemed to have when we were on our trip. I was thankful to go through it in the comfort of my home... I want to share a shift in perception - one of the many that I have taken from our travels. Here is what I now see, these things that I used to not even notice, now jump out at me. I see trash cans in every room - usually two. I see the paper, the paper towels, the napkins, the toilet paper. I see pens and pencils. I see electricity - working lights and moving clocks. I see seat belts and car seats. I see my exam-room drawers full of alcohol swabs, measuring tapes, ointments. I see more drawers full of plastic speculums (more trash), pap brushes, gel and any tool I might want. Even more drawers stocked with all sizes of needles, syringes, and several types of numbing medication. I see my laptop that I use with my patients, easily typing in medications and ordering labs that I will have back in a day. I see patient-information handouts that I can print out with a click. I see consent forms that detail to the patient the risk and benefit of every procedure. I see our bedroom, which is bigger than any rondaval in which I've sat. I see my two little girls, both over the 90 percent for height and weight, both with every opportunity open to them. I see two worlds, existing on our same planet, occurring at the same time - yet so different it seems almost impossible. But, it is not.