Never forget

Using some of the video footage and photos taken by Paul Stevens, one of the team members, we put together a short 2 minute video in an attempt to capture the work of Global Health Relief.

Maria

Today in our clinic I had the opportunity to care for a 10 year old girl Maria with an abscessed tooth.  She had been in pain for about a month.  She lost her mother and father in the horrendous Typhoon. Her aunt whose home was destroyed lost her two sons in the Typhoon has take her in and they are living in another sisters home. Maria was so thankful to have her tooth removed she gave me a kiss.

What a tragic story for such a young life to experience. We prayed with her. There isn't a family that I have met since I have been here that hasn't been touched in such a horrific way. The Salvation Army has been wonderful in their grief counseling and spiritual ministry – they spent over an hour with this family alone. 

In our clinic today, we saw 78 medical patients and 24 oral surgery patients. The Salvation Army distributed over 1000 food relief bundles to families today as well.

For His glory,
Sam

Winding Down in the Philippines

Things are going well I am sorry for not being more on the communication side but emails remain a problem. Tonight, they are up and running. Praise Jesus.

A few nights ago Mirriam and I worked out the Excel update for everyone and we have had some good days with food distributions, immunizations and our medical/dental clinics. Mirriam had been very helpful in getting our daily schedule clarified.

I plan to fly back to TN on December 28.

Dan has been a huge help and has done may projects. Speaking of projects, please tell Paul we are all much more comfortable and able to get some relief from the heat and humidity with his wonderful wiring – it is awesome and a real blessing to everyone.

Jeff, one of the nurses on the team was down a day – but responded to medication and an IV and is now feeling according to him 99.9% today.

Thank everyone for their prayers. I know that is what sustains us and supports us.

Have a blessed Christmas as you celebrate the Babe of Bethlehem, that was the Christ of the cross and our soon to come King.

Blessings my dear Brother, see you soon.
Dr. Sam Molind

Rain!

Well, we ended up our time here with a bang. Instead of being soaking wet from sweat, it was a torrential downpour several times today with thunder and lightning. The local people thought it was a repeat of November 7th and the children were freaking out! I was drenched and standing in one to two inches of water all day inside the clinic. It stormed all day, but at least it cooled it down and was the coolest day we have had since I have been here. We lost one of the new team members to a GI bug in his first 24 hours here. I doubt he will make any clinics the next two days. The average age of the doctors here is probably 65 or older so it is not a young group. It will be nice to get home to our clean and dry place. We have been using a piece of cardboard for a bath mat in the bathroom.

In the clinic today, we saw many wound abscesses due to injuries from nails and the debris. We saw children swimming in the ocean for the first time today until the storm came up. The local Buddhist group was handing out wool blankets yesterday which is the last thing I would want here. The people at the local Salvation Army church said they had 43 families in the 20x20 foot room with as many as ten people in a family as they weathered out the storm. People are putting up Christmas trees and making them out of scraps such as plastic bottles and decorating with anything they find to make an ornament out of. Looking forward to being home. I leave at 4 am in the morning to make the trek to Manila.


NOTE: We have one more team who will be in the Philippines until shortly after Christmas.

Nula Tula, No Paradise

Living in NULA TULA has a nice ring to it but it is not paradise by any means. One thing bad about an iPAD is you are staring at your reflection while you waiting to boot up and the sight is not pretty at the moment. As we drove through Tacloban yesterday, I kept seeing signs TINDOG TACLOBAN! At first I thought this was some dude buying scrape, but then I found out it means STAND UP  TACLOBAN!

As we went through the city there were 1000's of concrete houses with collapsed roofs, walls caved in, sometimes only a small piece of foundation left, or at times you would see the front of the house missing and then the back of the house buckled out and bowing from the force of the water hitting it.

They are raising the official death count now, but the locals still do not believe it. Some of the locals said many were killed not only by drowning but by debris penetrating their bodies. I remember as a child someone bringing a 2X4 to school with a piece of pine straw penetrating through and through a piece of wood with such force that it did not even break the pine straw. We have to remember this typhoon was essentially a class 3-4 tornado that was massive. At the village where we have been the people are smiling and the children are happy and playing. People ask them why are you smiling? They say we're alive and are thankful .

The sermon this morning was 3D -- 1. Divine warning 2. Divine promise 3. Divine dwelling. The people here have one room to cook, eat and sleep in. But they have the assurance of a Heavenly Mansion in the future and that keeps them going and happy despite the loss of everything.

I was reading that in disaster situations that a large number of mothers sell the medications of a sick child to feed the others. They also said 36% share their medications with others. Also, there is cultural problem with the fact they believe a little pill is for a little person and a big pill is for a big person.

Ministering in Leyte

While the rest of the world and their media have moved on to other things, the people on this island of Leyte in the Philippines continue to patch together an existence.  Each day as we

drive the road to our health department assigned barangay (villages) we see signs of progress: a line of electric poles (imagine being without power for a month), a few less piles of brush in the street to veer around, several seaside tin roof shacks popping up in a day.

The Salvation Army has some of their leaders here to figure out what to do for the next two years to help the Filipinos rebuild. Do they build houses? That is not their specialty. How long do they continue medical work with CMDA (our team)?  How do they respond to the need without stifling the enterprise of individuals or creating dependence. These are not easy questions to answer, but we continue to encounter tough stories. 

Today, one of my patients was a woman who had been with her family in Tacloban when the cyclone hit. It killed her husband. We prayed with her and her little girl but I really felt her sadness.  I wish I could build every family here a home. Some of these shacks going up are probably no different than the ones brought down in the storm. Some literally are built on sticks over a swamp. So what to do?

My new friend Major Bong is one of the most compassionate men I've ever met. He feels the pain of those he encounters and is constantly working to help. He carries packages of crackers around in case he meets someone hungry. He is always thinking about how to help. Join with Bong and me in praying for the needs of the people in this little corner of the world.  

Dr. Bolthouse
 

An Inside Look at the Conditions in the Philippines

I’m writing this brief report while sitting in the airport in Manila, Philippines on my way back from leading the first CMDA Global Health Relief team. At the invitation of the Salvation Army, our relief partner, I led the initial team of two other doctors and a logistician/photographer to the Philippines. We left on November 20, flew to Manila and met briefly with the Salvation Army (SA) national leadership at their headquarters before traveling south to Tacloban on the island of Leyte. It was the epicenter of the path of Typhoon Haiyan.

We landed at the severely damaged airport on a peninsula that had been scrubbed shore to shore by the 15-foot storm surge. The U.S. military had bulldozed the debris off the runway, brought in a mobile radar unit and were managing the stacked up traffic of military planes and helicopters. The shell of the terminal was stripped of most of its roof and much of its concrete structure was damaged. Blown out window glass and water stood on the floor as we passed through the terminal to the parking lot. 

As we entered the city, our vehicle weaved its way down a single lane around huge piles of debris shoved to the side by a road grader. Too often, the pungent odor of decaying bodies, 10 days old and hidden under the rubble, penetrated through the laboring air conditioner. A large truck parked by the side of the road was half-full of black body bags still being loaded by searchers wearing masks, gloves and protective clothing.

The most deadly typhoon in recorded history left destruction everywhere—roofs blown off, palm trees snapped like twigs and every window blown out.  Yet the tidal wave did the most damage. Entire ships stood in streets and cement block and poured concrete buildings were shattered by the wave’s power.

We arrive at a small SA Corp (church) in the north of the city, which had less damage. It was filled with 30 Filipino staff and three relief specialists from the Army’s international headquarters sleeping on its floors. As we stepped out of the air-conditioned vehicle, the sauna-like heat enveloped us and I began to profusely sweat. That wouldn’t stop, day and night for the next 13 days. 

Out of space, the Salvation Army had just rented a damaged house across the street where we could lay out our sleeping pads and put up our mosquito nets as darkness enveloped us around 5:30 p.m. All four of us slept side by side in one small room. The nets were for more than flying insects as there were thumb size roaches and rats in the house. I was warned that the roaches will bite you on the eyelids, but the rats prefer your feet. We were coated in insect repellent day and night, but the swarm of mosquitoes were experts in finding any square centimeter left bare or in sucking blood out through any thin area of clothing during the day or where your skin touched the mosquito net at night.

We “showered” with a dipper and a half-bucket of water drawn from a shallow “well” in the front yard just five feet from an open sewer on the side of the road. We were advised to keep our mouths shut when bathing to avoid amoeba infection. Then we immediately applied more bug spray before crawling under the netting in a pair of shorts. Only Ambien afforded sleep as we sweated through the night. 

The “health cluster” led by the Philippine Ministry of Health assigned us the next day to help staff a district hospital in Baybay City on the other side of the island, but upon arriving after three to four hour drive, we found that a Chinese hospital ship had arrived in their port the day before and sent 40 of their doctors and nurses to commandeer our work site. Instead, we held a clinic at a church south of town, slept in a room above it and head back to Tacloban the next day, checking communities for medical needs as we drove.

All the easily accessible towns and hospitals are well covered, so we turned our attention to the barangays, villages far off the main road. We held daily clinics at unmanned community health centers or schools among devastated rice paddies and coconut groves. Almost every patient we saw had lost all or most of their small houses. Each had a story to tell. The few cars in the community were destroyed. Only a few motorcycles survived, but fuel was difficult to obtain.

Unable to travel, they had run out of chronic medicines, some still had untreated trauma and there was an unexpected number of patients with severe undiagnosed hypertension with systolic BPs of over 200. Many had upper respiratory infections passed by crowding in the few places they could find shelter at night. It had progressed to pneumonia in some, especially the young. The sickest we transported to a hospital in our van as we headed “home” each evening. We had wonderful help from a missionary nurse and young doctor, both fluent in the local language. Salvation Army volunteers and local teachers helped with translation and, as we left the people couldn’t say “thank you” enough.
By our second week, a follow-up GHR team of four doctors and three nurses arrived, while the doctors who originally accompanied me left on various days to return to their jobs. We added measles, Vitamin A and Polio vaccines for the children under five, often in the same room with a local midwife assisting with the injections. During all the medical treatments, there was also prayer with patients, a counseling site with a Salvation Army officer pastor and offer for prayer as they got their medicines from our two suitcases and a trunk pharmacy.

A couple of days ago, I flew out of Tacloban as Dr. Sam Molind and two others arrived in Manila. Together, we met with SA officials and planned. It will take another month or so for their medical system to recover. Lord willing, we will be helping until mid-January.

Pray for Sam, those working with him now and those coming over the next weeks. The living conditions are very difficult and the chance for disease is high. We have already had to give IV rehydration to two SA staff and one other was in the hospital overnight. Pray for strength, wisdom and safety. Driving in the Philippines is a game of chicken as people move out of their lanes to pass slow moving motorcycles and bikes.

We now have our first Global Health Relief joint project under our belt, and the Salvation Army’s international health coordinator is enthusiastic about CMDA’s continued partnership in other crises.
It’s been a very long two weeks, but it was worth it. Helping people out of the unexpected ditch of suffering and despair is not easy, but we need to be there. It is what Christ would do.