Showing posts with label Salvation Army. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salvation Army. Show all posts

Thursday, December 19, 2013

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

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

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
 

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

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.
  

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Photo Journal

Editors throughout time have said a picture is worth a thousand words. Here are some photos taken by Paul Stevens who is traveling with the scout team.





Saturday, November 23, 2013

At the Cebu airport, Philippines




The GHR assessment team just finished our 5th flight and is in Cebu, Philippines, the second largest city. It was largely undamaged. One more flight to reach the center of the devastation in Tacloban on Leyte Island lying to the east. 


Here at the airport, you would hardly know there is a huge disaster zone just 45 minutes away by air. The signs advertise local vacation resorts; families are traveling home with children and feeding them ice cream cones; business men are going about their business. But salted among the crowds are UK navy officers, a young guy with “UN Logistician” boldly lettered on the back of his vest and a guy carrying a large TV camera. The rest of our day will be anything but usual. 

Incongruously, as we anticipate the tragedy ahead and eat a hasty hamburger, the Detroit Pistons are playing the Atlanta Hawks live on the TV in the waiting area. The world goes on as people suffer, die, mourn and worry about rebuilding their lives after the largest typhoon in recorded history.  

The Salvation Army, our partner, has done a wonderful job facilitating pit logistics. The local Corp Commander and his wife met us on arrival and helped us get our eight large bags of camping equipment, dehydrated food and medicines checked through at no charge. They will do the same for our GHR teams that will follow. 

By tonight, we will know much more and be cranking up our BGAN satellite mobile link to send a report to answer as many questions as possible - How big should be the teams that follow? Are surgeons needed? Is there electricity? What about water and shelter? What medical needs must be addressed? Which medicines and supplies should we bring … and many more.

One question we have already answered. We know our greatest need – it’s prayer! Will you stop right now and meet that need? We would be unwise to go on without it.