Capturing the Moment

I just received a CD of pictures taken by Patti Gabriel (www.pattygabriel.com) who was with us during our recent trip. Her work has also been published in the most recent Crudem magazine.
On looking at pictures, I always wonder how the photographer captures the soul of the subject. It doesn't have to be by perfect color tone. Some of the most striking photos I've seen are in black and white (think about Karsch or Ansel Adams). Haiti, for all its poverty, is a land of vibrant color. Even run down homes are painted shades of green, pink, or blue. The hospital clinic is accented in an aquamarine shade. Clothes are bright, if worn.

The faces of the children are unforgetable. I am reposting a picture from over a year ago, of a young girl who had lost her leg above the knee. This was at the weekly Tuesday night dance party. If you think her smile was great then, you should have seen her when our prosthetics lab gave her a new limb.


Are we better when our professional pictures are airbrushed, tones adjusted, and lighting controlled - perhaps in some situations that is appropriate to cast one in their best light. Some of us like to pose, whether from narcissism or to capture the joy of a moment with others.

When I looked at Patty's pictures of Jerry Bernard and I, I don't remember her taking them, yet the intensity of our deliberations is captured. I can feel that even now, weeks later and thousands of miles away.
So next time you sense a photographer about to take your picture, try to ignore it. Don't take off your glasses, don't force a smaile. The light will be natural and the image real.

And We Teach

It's been two weeks since returning from HSC. As seems to be the case, I'm fine when I'm there, and come down with some respiratory crud on returning to the States and flying 10 hours. One of the high points in between spasms of coughing was the arrival of the latest CRUDEM magazine. It was great to see pictures of former patients doing well, and the continued growth and development of the staff. It was easy to get bogged down when dealing with the crises of providing basic care after the quake; now, with a more measured pace, we are able to carry out our second mission - teaching and learning

A key component that I've picked up in my work with CRUDEM is a commitment to helping our Haitian colleagues to achieve self sufficiency. On the second floor of the administration building is a conference room (thankfully air conditioned) Throughout the day, nurses, pharmacists, and physicians participate in continuing medical education such as Advanced Trauma Life Support, medication dispensing safety, and ventilator management. During the cholera epidemic, a group came in at night to learn how to put interosseus needles into the legs of children who were dehydrated and couldn't have an IV started. We got eggs and chicken bones from the kitchen to practice.

I've told you briefly of the remarkable Tufts students who were here during my last visit. Not only was I able to discuss some of my perspectives of care, but I learned from them about water sampling, maternal education in rural villages, and interntional programs in childhood development.



One afternoon, I heard laughter on the porch - the students had organized Creole and English lessons. We were able to get some nurses as well as COO Ray Delnatus' wife to teach us basic medical Creole and us to teach English. Ray's daughter was there -the students taught her to ask for a car for her 16th birthday in Creole.

My education in many cases had nothing to do with medicine. Tim Traynor arrived around sundown on Friday, and two hour later we were on the roof of the Convent, wearing headlamps, and testing the continuity of the satellite hookup to try to restore internet. I also wondered why he was constantly smoking cigars - then I noticed he was never bitten by mosqutios.




Did you know you can climb 40 feet on top of the sprung storage building with only a rope and by screwing bolts into the framework. There is no OSHA in Haiti.

On my return, I brought some of Haiti back in the form of a lymph node from the patient with suspected GI TB. Before you call the CDC, it was in formalin and triple sealed. Our pathologists here at Cedars had a great time figuring out the diagnosis, and have made copies of the slides to teach others.

Throughout my career, some of the most memorable moment have been with students and residents, trying to pass on my experiences, and gaining new perspectives from theirs. I also think of those who have taught me, some formally, some by example, some by a kick in the butt. I realize that for continuous growth, learning never stops, and that teaching is truly a privilege.

The first annual Pediatric CME week is coming up at HSC. Not quite a ski conference in Aspen, but I bet for those teaching and learning, just as much fun.