We are very honored to be recognized by the Foundation. According to Dr. Berlet, “OFAC is one of the nations leaders in foot and ankle innovation and it is often said that we are better known nationally than in our own local community. It is rewarding to have recognition from our local community and even more special to have it done by the leaders of the Arthritis Foundation.”

What also made the evening so special to all of us “was to see the showing of support from our colleagues, staff,  and friends who were there to share the event with us”, says Dr. Hyer.  Thank you to everyone who attended and gave their support to the Foundation.

Dr. Lee is also very proud of the award, “It takes a team of dedicated caring professionals to deliver the highest level of care. Finally a group, rather than an individual, has been recognized for their mutual accomplishments upwards great patient care, research and education.”

The Crystal Ball was a night to remember for everyone and reassurance to our team to continue to deliver the highest quality of care for our patients. “We enjoy partnering with the Arthritis Foundation”, says Dr. Philbin, “to help educate, treat, and do research to benefit those who suffer from arthritis, is truly something we are all passionate about.”

Click here to see the video shown at the Crystal Ball about OFAC.

It was Edgard’s idea in the first place. He thought we could take the white marker board from one room and move it here. Maybe we could put information on it. As we talked together, we came up with the idea of putting a table in the room and creating a meeting room for the doctors and nurses to meet every morning.

Just as we spent days fixing broken bones, we began to dissect every broken room in the hospital. The vital entrails were strewn across the open air hallways as the patients watched with an expression I saw during our emergency code 2 days ago. We struggled with the anatomy of what could become an effective field hospital. Homemade shelving with a new homemade operating room table was delivered. Plywood would never receive as much glory as it would on this day. And with the same urgency and panic I’ve had every day, I wondered how I was going to finish this operation by the end of the day.

As Edgard motivated me to get up and continue on the white board project, this disaster as a metaphor became complete. The room would only become complete with the help of my Haitian interpreter. The hospital could only be complete with the cooperation of Haitian doctors and nurses. This disaster will never recover without mutual growth of who we are with who they are.

The simplicity of the white board will be to track every patient that is in the hospital. The medical teams will stare constantly at the board like travelers in a snowbound airport. Patients will never be forgotten and mundane tasks will always get done. This small little idea will save more lives than all our operations this week.

One of my most important lessons this week has been about the elegance of simplicity. We’ve gotten by on a diet of rice and beans, we’ve watched joy and sorrow in each others eyes without the benefit of any electronics, and we’ve communicated as a group without the aid of conference calls or webinars. Last night, we even clutch started a 2 ton truck without the need of a battery.

As we close our work this week, I know Haiti may have healed me more than I have healed her. Though nature has exacted a huge force in the course of our patient’s lives, I hope we have been able to alter their course at least slightly. Their coastline is filled with plenty of jagged reefs but they have equal amount of safe harbors.

“Be safe”.  It infects nearly every decision.  Because the water is not drinkable, a slight mistake brushing your teeth can lead to days of diarrhea.  The dirt road separating the hospital from our cabin has large trucks and buses barreling along at 45 mphs.  Besides getting run over, the shower of rocks and pebbles pelt my surgical eyeglasses and headlamp that I wear all the time.  If you forget your bug repellant or your malarial medication, any one of my numerous and growing mosquito bites would be the concern for serious illness.  During one of our surgeries yesterday, safety was never more evident as one of our very own team members sat in the corner with an IV to hydrate as we addressed a child’s perforated intestine.

Safety is a constant process that weighs on every decision.  In surgery, we have to organize our own equipment.  Because there is only one sterilizer, if you forget an instrument, a scissor, a scalpel, or a screw, you will have to wait nearly 30 minutes before that critical tool is available.  Forget twice and it’s an hour. An hour more of anesthesia is also an hour more for the flies to roost on your surgical field and an hour more of danger for your patient.

There is no easily available x-ray.  To x-ray a patient a team member has to transfer the patient on a wobbly wooden stretcher and pull the cart across the gravel road 300 yards to the ancient machine where a near nuclear dose of radiation will produce a gray plastic image to be read like tea leaves.  There is no safety in making orthopedic decision without x-ray.  There is no safety in surgery without proper instruments.  How would we know if our bones are straight or if our screws are too long or too short?  How would we put a screw in without the proper screwdriver? Like Hamlet agonizing over death, we ask, “to be safe or not to be safe”.  I wonder which will lead to more regret.  I know what it means to be safe.  But do I know what it means not to be safe?

There is a patient here with a complex femur fracture.  We were planning an operation to fix it without x-ray or the proper insertion equipment.  If the surgery went smoothly, we could straighten his crooked leg in 30 minutes.  If it went badly, we would struggle for hours and then amputate his leg.  In the aftermath of our recent death, I chose to be safe. Far better, I reasoned, for him to have a crooked leg than no leg at all.  There was no need to be dangerous.

As I unpacked newly arrived crates of equipment today, the insertion tools for his operation hid in the corner of the box.  Then a pick up truck began backing into the dusty entrance with an 1800 lb crate protecting a full size portable x-ray machine.

Goethe said, “be bold and great forces will come to your aid”.  As I looked at the newly arriving aid, I regret the decision I made for my patient.  It is too late in the week to tackle such a large operation. Fortunately, it will be an easier decision for next week’s team.  So I wonder about the words “be safe”.  What is the opposite?  Is it “be dangerous”?

Like a man standing in the middle of the highway, he must decide to jump left or to jump right.  Because to play it safe and stand still will lead to a far worse outcome.

The opposite I think is “be bold”.  By coming to Haiti, I have learned that I may never have enough information or equipment to make a perfect decision and that even an imperfect decision may be better than no decision at all.

As we tried to resuscitate her our medical group continually talked, reviewed, and strategized.  Even if we couldn’t have our modern life saving equipment, at least we’ll act and behave as if we were in the ICU. The only place she really should have been all along.

Her heart was weak. She was anemic. She hadn’t had adequate nutrition in weeks. There were more germs in her bed than my son’s football locker room. Yet, she needed her operation. She was transferred here to specifically get this major operation.  If she didn’t have it, her leg would cease to function, become paralyzed, and the month of constant pain she had already suffered would be permanent. Without the surgery, she would flounder in this bed until she was overcome by the germs of her mucus, urine or feces.

We brought together everyone who was involved in her care that afternoon. I wanted to review her story. Her operation was difficult yet it was quick. It had also been successful. Her pelvic bone returned to normal place. She didn’t have excessive bleeding. After surgery, she was not in excessive pain. Her blood pressure was low but curiously her pulse did not respond to her condition. As if the last month was too much, or perhaps the last 67 years was too much, the heart refused to beat any faster. We did whip the heart with medication, trying to spur a quicker pace. Like the donkey that wakes me every morning, it took a few rapid stumbling steps forward and finally refused to pull any longer.

Oxygen could have helped. So would an EKG machine, a Swan Ganz catheter with a pressor drip and a ventilator. If we had the equipment, we could have done all that. We could have actually improvised many of those things.  But then where would we send her? She and her granddaughter were lying in an open air room behind an iron gate (the closest thing we had to an ICU) for at least 2 hours with an emaciated pregnant dog walking by.

Every day in Haiti, hundreds of people die. Last week, thousands of people died, and the week before tens of thousands of people died. But at least I know it will be less next week. I do not know the stories of all these people. What is important to me is that I know the story behind my patient.  It’s important to our team and all the people who were in her room this morning.

Is the shame that so many people died or that so many stories were never known?

The woman was crushed when her house collapsed on to her back as she crouched for protection. Although initially paralyzed, the function of her legs returned but because of the awkward position of her hip and the pain, she would become permanently crippled unless we did something.

The operation required much of the newly bartered equipment from yesterday. A partial hip replacement turned out to be a critical component of the surgery. Though we finished in under 2 hours, time moved slowly.

But to be out of one’s own routine will slow time down. The way I awake and shower and brush my teeth in the morning is significantly different here than at home. How I eat and what I eat is sporadic, unfamiliar and inconsistent. My routine at this hospital is unlike anything I would do at home.  So it is no wonder that some of the events from even a few days ago feel as if it occurred several weeks ago. My time has been stretched and elongated by the unfamiliar and the change in my environment.

For different reason, my nights are long.  Despite being pretty tired, I’m awoken not only by the noises of the chaos around me but similar noises within me.  Whether it is from the fear of surgery that is unfamiliar and without adequate equipment or the fear of caring for a very sick postoperative child without an ICU, these noises are loud and also stretch my perception of time.  I feel as if I have been here far longer than my 4 days.

But for our patients, it hasn’t been 4 days; it’s been 30 days. They have had their routine disrupted. I’m sure the noises they hear at night are louder and sharper than mine. I’ll be returning home in a few days with these stunning memories of slow motion. For the Haitians though, like a dream of being chased where your legs don’t seem to move, I can’t imagine their endless night.

Our goal was to obtain specific supplies we needed for our surgeries. Armed with the only currency that is meaningful here we planned to visit 3 other medical units in Port au Prince for trade and barter.

With the Project Hope Mission we traded anesthesia medication and morphine for 4 femoral rods and a 7.0 mm cannulated screw system. Street value: $30,000. With another outfit, we accepted 4 paralytic unstable spine victims and got 10 Kuntchner rods, 3 blade plates, 1 Austin Moore, and 10 packets of antibiotic cement.  Finally, for agreeing to return Thursday to run an orthopedic clinic for 3 hours we got 30 walkers 4 IV poles and 1 empty dressing cart.

The equipment will help our patients immediately but for those of us who sat around the negotiating table, we walked away with a reinforcement of the reasons why we came here in the first place. These reasons vary for each of us, but as we all walked away from the table satisfied, we were pretty content.  I’m not a 100% what my own reasons are but I’m sure it was a sense I had when I was young that I’m only rediscovering as I’m older.

Footnote: thank you to the surgeons of Project Hope and the Canadian team of surgeons from St. Joe’s Hospital for your incredible support.

Your daily routine would never work here. With running water or regular electricity, simple things like brushing your teeth or going to the bathroom require extra thought.  Surgery requires even more thought.  Because there is no infrastructure, every aspect of our advanced procedures has to be provided by our team including preparing our instruments and sterilizing our equipment to IV’s, blood tests, anesthesia, transport, and recovery.  Even giving medications, changing dressings, cleaning up diarrhea and showing a patient how to use an inhaler.  As an orthopedic surgery team, we’ve diagnosed and treated pneumonia, congestive heart failure, and probable parasitic infection.

We had been about to start an unstable leg fracture case when we were told about a child just carried to the hospital.  He was clearly sick and listless. Young children can have spontaneous infections in the hip and it appeared that was what he had.  After bumping our trauma cases and positioning him for surgery, we noticed that he was so swollen and infected that his scrotal areas had been obstructing the flow of urine for the last 3 days. In surgery, we couldn’t even place a tube to release the urine.  With nowhere to turn, an emergency circumcision was performed which allowed the placement of the tube and a release of almost a quart of urine.  We could then proceed with the operation to release almost a quart of pus from his hip muscle, which isolated a probable tuberculosis infection.

Although not comfortable here in Haiti, it is rewarding.

An early morning start to meet our jet at 3 am was uneventful. The jet, generously donated by Ariel Corporation, served our needs well. With over 600 lbs of equipment, we needed the cargo space more than direct access to a private landing strip. Even if a commercial flight had been available, we would soon learn about the tight control over air space at Port au Prince and its strong military presence.

First impressions of Port au Prince are numbing. The airport is filled with the chaos and intimidation of military jets and helicopters punctuated with confetti dots of healthcare workers sprawled over the tarmac waiting to leave.  As we unloaded our carefully wrapped surgical equipment the Gulfstream jet next to us unloads their cache of fresh Domino’s Pizza.

The roads, as well as the infrastructure are clearly fractured. Tents and huts made of permanent indestructible plastic garbage line the road.  Limping dogs and goats give glimpses of the lives their owners must live behind these sheets of plastic. Because so much of the plastic is cheerfully orange and blue, it’s an ironic kaleidoscopic ride through town. In a blur, you would be reminded of the disaster only by the ubiquitous smell of burning garbage and diesel.

The hospital is intact and functional. Today, 22 patients are recovering. Still, many are untreated from the initial quake. Dust from the dirt road permeates the operating room with no signs of antisepsis.

Although there seems to be ample supplies there is little organization. Every team has been generous with their supplies but with the urgency to operate, it’s been difficult to manage an effective system. Working on this may be our biggest contribution.

X-ray rounds revealed some major cases that need to be done. Perhaps spine, perhaps pelvis, but definitely femurs, shoulders, and ankles wait for our team to unpack and work.

Even the public bathrooms at the hospital demonstrate this difference.

A typical traditional bathroom in Beijing

The typical Shanghai hotel bathroom with heated seats and power bidet

The hospital I visited had 1100 beds with almost 2 million patient visits every year.  They perform 27,000 surgeries a year.  The orthopedic service has formal rounds with a full team of attendings, residents, all nurses, and all therapists twice a day.  Yet, to keep costs controlled, they employ traditional interventions.

A bamboo splint for a low cost option

Their medical experience is different from ours.  Neither is better but without question, China’s experience is vast.  Both their medical teams and their patients demonstrate stoicism, perseverance, and discipline.

This applied discipline appears to begin early and continues in nearly everyone I have met.

2nd grade recess in the school yard

For complicated reasons, I found myself at a street side noodle shop at 2:30 in the morning with an equally hungry 30 year old man.  I am in my business suit and he is in his hip torn jeans with an equally hip polo shirt.  He tells me he makes socks.  I wonder if he works in one of the many narrow alleys I’ve seen around the city.  Rather, he makes socks for the US.  He makes all the socks for the US, including those for Walmart, JC Penny, Target, and Nike.  He owns a large factory outside of town and employs 300 people to make socks.  Armed with 2 cell phones and a laptop, he constantly monitors the price of cotton in Turkey and Yemen to remain competitive and worries over the timeliness of his container ships crossing the Pacific.

I leave wondering if he is typical of every 30 year old man in Shanghai.

As many of you may have know from my frequent twitter and facebook posts, I had an upcoming trip to China.  I thought this would be a good way to launch our social media efforts.

With a new Blackberry phone, equipped with all the latest Twitter and Facebook add-ons, I was prepared to Tweet and Facebook my way through China and Taiwan.

The surprise of course was to discover that neither Facebook nor Twitter is available in China.  It is available almost everywhere in the world but not here.  For many reasons, most of which are outlined in every weekly copy of Newsweek and Time magazine.  As progressive and modern as China is, there are certain freedoms and liberties that do not exist here that we enjoy daily in the US.

My last twitter post summarized the difference between a coach seat and a business class seat.  Hope everyone caught that.

It was a long flight.  For anyone who may not have braved a transpacific flight, unless you have a great backlog of fiction books, a full iPod of songs, and 2 powerpoint presentations to produce, do not attempt this alone.

The flight map of a long trip

Once you land in a foreign country, it’s disorienting.  In addition to being sleep deprived, a queasy sense of nausea, and a constant mild headache, none of the signs make any sense.  Exiting the airport, you want to find baggage claim and a taxi but they’re no where to be found.

Even the signs out don't make sense

Wisked away to a business dinner surrounded by well meaning Chinese orthopedic surgeons, we dig into dinner. Smells great, looks great but no one can tell you what it is.  The most common comment was ”it not chicken”.

Really good food if you knew what it was

Given that I’ve been here for only 5 hours, I have a few thoughts.

Traveling is an adventure.  It is tiring and should be enjoyed when young and not old.  The subtle differences are thrilling but thank god that there are a few things that are constant……or is this a good thing?

The KFC by Tianemen Square

A typical dessert stop for the average Chinese

Just steps for Chairman Mao's tomb. I think he would be proud.