31.12.15

Being Married to a Visionary

by Jess Cropsey

When John & I took the Myers-Briggs personality tests during the employment process for the Post-Residency Program with Samaritan’s Purse in 2009, the results did not come as much of a surprise to us (although it was slightly concerning to our evaluators).  We always knew we were pretty much opposites about everything, so we weren’t shocked when he came back as an “ESFP” and I was an “INTJ”.  Different in every single letter.  

John is a natural leader and has always been a visionary.  Being a very practical person who likes to have a plan and be in control, I often find myself wanting to burst his bubble.  “Have you thought about X?”  “What about Y?”  “Are you sure about Z?”  I’d like to believe that I’ve grown a little in this area and have learned to keep my mouth shut more often.  When we were at Tenwek Hospital in Kenya, I often had my doubts about some of the things he was planning.  “Really, you’re going to start that program?  We’re only here for 2 years.  What if the long-term person doesn’t want this for the eye clinic?”  “Wait, you’re going to do what?  We’re leaving in two months!”  But, when I look back at the many things that God allowed him to bring to fruition during those 2 years, I am humbled and amazed.  Sometimes, instead of planning every detail out for weeks, months, or years, what’s really required is a simple leap of faith.   

In a recent blog post, John shared some of his big vision for bringing eye care to the Great Lakes Region of Africa.  In my mind, this has always been several years down the road at least.  So, you can imagine my reaction when I happened to glance at his computer the other day and saw this screen shot:


Wait….what?!  My husband is looking at military-grade boats to cruise to the war-torn land of Eastern Congo on a lake infested with crocodiles and hippos?!  Is he serious or is he just dreaming here?  His response is that if he’s going to be chased by someone (or something) on the lake, he wants to be the fastest one out there.  Well, at least that’s a little bit of forethought, right?  (Meanwhile, I’m thinking I better get my teaching certificate renewed just in case and make sure his life insurance policy is up-to-date.)

To my relief, John often quotes a line that was shared with him many years ago:
A leader is one step ahead of the group.  A visionary is two steps ahead.  A martyr is three steps ahead.  

Not sure if that’s exactly how it goes or who said it first, but you can pray for this INTJ to be a good partner to my visionary husband in helping his God-inspired dreams and visions to become a reality in this little corner of the world.  John is moving forward with exploring plans to start a pilot eye clinic in Congo.  There are still lots of unknowns at this point, but you can pray along with me that the Holy Spirit would guide his plans and give him wisdom.  And that I would know when to speak, when to listen, and when to just pray! 

And if you have any good ideas for a name for this new outreach along Lake Tanganyika, we could use a little help in this department.  The current front runner is “Crocs & Cataracts:  Taking a Bite Out of Blindness”.  Need I say more?  :)
  

29.12.15

More African Children's Books

by Rachel

Several years ago, I posted a very short blog on some of our favorite African children's books.  Maggie was just starting to get interested in reading, and we had a total of 4-5 books with a Swahili/East Africa theme to them.  Over the past several years, we've acquired a few more but there don't seem to be a ton of children's books featuring African countries or themes.  Lots of books about animals, I suppose, but not so many on African kids.  Well, Jess has been doing some research on good African books to use in our home school curriculum next year.  Since our family was state-side with access to an awesome library, we were the guinea pigs who were sent to check out the books and see if they were appropriate to use or not.  It was so fun!  And now, several months later, I feel like I've probably read over 75% of all the books in print in this category. :)  Here are some of our favorites if you want to check them out with your kids.


Africa is not a Country  I love this one because it really highlights the fact that there are over 60 countries on the continent of Africa, and talks about a typical day in the life of a kid in many of those countries.  Nice pictures and maps, and serves to educate people in a fun way about Africa's differences, not just similarities.

Nelson Mandela's Favorite African Folk Tales  This one is also great...a collection of folk tales from many different countries in Africa, assembled by Mandela.  The audio version is cool and award-winning, read by such celebrities as Samuel Jackson and Whoopi Goldberg.  And as with many African children's books, the artwork is fantastic.  I liked the fact that the stories came from all over the continent.  There are lots of collections of folk tales out there, but this is one of the best.

Wangari's Trees of Peace  My mom got us this one.  It's about a Nobel Peace Prize winner, a Kenyan woman (Wangari) who got Kenyan village women to start planting trees in order to improve deforestation.  Good message, good awareness of a problem and the woman who found a simple solution, and good artwork.

Mama Panya'a Pancakes  This is a cute story about how generosity leads to more generosity.  In other words, a little boy invites all his friends and neighbors in a small Kenyan village to eat pancakes with him and his mother.  His mother is worried they won't have enough food.  But when their friends show up, everyone brings some food along and they have a fun time together.

There are also many stories I found about the perseverance and ingenuity of children in a variety of contexts and countries.  In particular, I enjoyed Galimoto (A Reading Rainbow book about a little boy  in Malawi who makes a toy out of wires),  Yatandou (the story of a girl in Mali who helps her village rent a machine to grind millet), One Hen (how a boy in Ghana used a few coins to buy a chicken and eventually an entire farm), One Plastic Bag (a woman in Guinea who recycles plastic bags/trash to make crafts for sale), and The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind (the inspiring story of a boy in Malawi who made a windmill to power his family's farm by looking at a library book).    It was great to check these out, and I look forward to another installment of books written for the 9-12 age group.

14.12.15

A Tale of Two Communities

by Rachel

It's hard to be away from Burundi.  For the past eight months, we (the McLaughlin family) have been state-side and our teammates have been mostly in Burundi.  This is the first time we have been on separate continents since we formed our team in 2007, and I was a bit unprepared for how it would feel.  Our team has really grown together over the years, in a way that only shared experiences can do, and it hurts to be away during this difficult season in Burundi's history.  We look forward to being reunited soon.

But in the meantime, our season in the US has also been a tremendous blessing.  It's been a chance for us again to remember all the many people, prayers, and support that send us and keep us in Burundi.  It's a reminder that the work we do at Kibuye as a small community is only possible because of the help and sacrifice of a huge community back here.  And it's been our privilege to live amongst that huge community these past months.  Our family, our friends, and our church have welcomed us with open arms, supported us, and have asked us probing and informed questions that have helped us to share and process our time.  It's been refreshing to return to a community that KNOWS us, that understands what we are doing and why we are doing it, and follows along with all the news and stories we share.

It's been a reminder and beautiful demonstration of how the body of Christ is supposed to work.  Not all are called to leave home and move to Africa.  Not all are called to be doctors or teachers.  Not all are called to learn new languages and cultures.  But we are all called to bring God's kingdom, and that happens most beautifully when we work together.  Part of God's work of bringing redemption to a broken world is healing the sick and sharing the Gospel.  And part of God's redemptive work is growing and strengthening relationships, loving each other, praying for each other, supporting one another, sharing joys and sorrows, sacrificially giving.

We were welcomed into this community in the US so well, bringing greetings and stories from our team in Burundi.  And now, this same community is sending us out in love and prayer to return to our team and hopefully be a blessing to them.  One body, one work, all around the world.  Thank you, friends.

"Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!"  --Psalm 133:1

"By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."  -- John 13:35

4.12.15

Song: Man of Dust

(from Eric)

"Just as we have borne the image of the man of dust, we shall also bear the image of the man of heaven." - 1 Corinthians 15:49

We are back in Advent, and thus we are mercifully reminded again of the importance of promises.  

We are reminded of promises given, and what it is like to live in anticipation of their fulfillment, even as we wait.  This verse in 1 Corinthians 15 is a promise set in a whole chapter full of promises.  

It is just what a promise should be.  It starts with "Just as we have borne the image of the man of dust..."  I hear those words, and they are describing me.  They are describing my reality.  They are naming the world in which we live.  I need that acknowledgement, if I am to trust what follows.  I need the verification that the distance between where we are and the fulfillment of the promise is that great.  In other words, I need recognition that the promise is just that audacious.

Without it, the great reticence says:  "You think we can be taken from A to B, because you don't understand how far we are from A.  We will never reach A, must less B.  We need the kind of transformation that could take us from A to Z!"  But the image of the man of dust?  Yes, that is where we are.  I bear it every day.  We all do.  We bear it in our frailty, in all we cannot do, in every way that we wound each other, half-intentionally and half-unintentionally.  We bear the image of the man of dust.  Yes, you understand.

What's that you say?  We are just as sure to bear another image?  No longer the man of dust, but the man of heaven?  The image of Jesus?  Can it be?  As we have borne the image of the man of dust, we shall also bear the image of the man of heaven.

***

One of my projects during our time in the US has been to record a batch of songs written during our time in Burundi thus far.  One of them was "Ubuntu bw'Imana", shared a few months ago.  So here is the "second-fruits" of the project.  Hopefully the album will be done and ready to share around the end of the year.

Man of Dust 
(click here for download of mp3)

It wasn’t what I wanted, and maybe you would say the same
But our intentions at the start didn’t survive
For we flung our words like water we felt slipping through our fingers
meant to assuage the thirst that was inside
This is the way of things,
but we’re not satisfied

We have borne the image of the man of dust
in all our sorrows, and in every time we fall,
we have carried it through it all, over and over again -
But as we have borne the image of the man of dust,
so we will bear the image of the man of heaven.

Down through the ages of our fathers before
there is burned into our bones a mark
and the choices that we make and the way we fumble fear
show us all to hold a common heart,
This is the way of things,
here in the dark.

We have borne our tattered garments over hills and over boulders
under a sky that has no mercy shown
and our feet have beat a furrow deep into the sand and clay
an ancient highway worn
Yet there is one who remains and remembers that we are but dust...

And behold, there is a mystery to tell
There is a promise, that when these dusty windows fade
Our eyes will finally see into the finally light of day
and our hearts, all scarred and weathered, will finally love and rejoice...


(22 July 2014 - Kibuye and Greece; 1 Cor 15)

30.11.15

Worldwide Postal Wins

by Heather

The worldwide postal system has become for us an interesting and impressive phenomenon.  Someone can drop something into a mailbox in, say, Michigan, and that little envelope successfully navigates thousands of miles and lands right here in the middle of rural Africa.  Usually.  Most mail arrives within a month or two, completely intact.

This is an amazing feat.  I mean, people tend to arrive rather bedraggled after prolonged international travel.  Airlines routinely misdirect luggage.  And we have often lost small items during flights and layovers.  But mail generally comes through unscathed.  

Sometimes the mail takes a circuitous route, like this package which traveled by way of Bermuda...


or this postcard which took an unexpected trip to Cambodia before arriving here.  Wow!  Who knew that mail from North America would be redirected to Africa when mistakenly sent to Asia?  This inspires confidence.

And gratitude.  Mail here at Kibuye is cherished.  We receive your Christmas cards, and we display them for months on our walls, or even for years on bulletin boards.  

And so... if you send Christmas cards all the way across the ocean to us, we will love them.  International postage rates apply, so three regular stamps on a normal-sized envelope should do the trick, or the post office offers global stamps as well.  Address:
(name)
Hôpital Espoir de Kibuye
BP 73,  Gitega
BURUNDI, East Africa

Disclaimers:  1. Occasionally an anticipated piece of mail gets lost forever in transit.  2. Delays are not unexpected.  One letter arrived a full 10 months after it was sent.  3. And sometimes the trip is rather rough.  But even this battered package arrived with all of its contents still safely packed inside:

So our genuine admiration and appreciation go out to the worldwide postal system for a well-coordinated effort that delivers love in envelopes around the world.

21.11.15

Maban Cataract Camp, South Sudan

By John Cropsey

These past 6 days, I have witnessed pure beauty.  The closest thing I can compare it to is the feeding of the 5,000, except we were given an impossible sea of blind people to treat.  The eye team of Kenyans (from Tenwek Hospital), Burundians (from Kibuye Hospital) and South Sudanese (Samaritan's Purse) cared for over 1,500 patients in Maban, Upper Nile State, South Sudan, and performed 512 cataract surgeries on some of the world’s most difficult cataracts (lots of band keratopathy and pseudo-exfoliation with zonular instability and tiny pupils - I call it Sudanese eye).  This region has no access to eye care.  The nearest ophthalmologist in Juba is a three-week journey by 4x4.  Thankfully we could be flown in by MAF (Missionary Aviation Fellowship).

  

Maban is currently home to a massive refugee population fleeing active conflicts in South Sudan and Sudan just to the north.  The majority of the surgeries were for patients who were blind in both eyes and teetering on death’s doorstep.  Imagine being a blind refugee in a place where food and water are scarce, violence is endemic and the plagues of the earth freely reek havoc in congested, makeshift camps (HIV, TB, leprosy, dysentery, trachoma.…) with over 100,000 refugees struggling to survive in a land not their own.  In fact, several blind patients sustained significant injuries just trying to get to us.

Caring for that many patients in such a short period takes a coordinated, team effort which was spearheaded by Samaritan’s Purse and the Maban County Hospital.  The UNHCR (United Nations High Council for Refugees) provided three commercial buses for transporting patients by the 100’s each day from four large refugee camps and the "host" community.  MSF (Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders), the Red Cross and others also helped publicize and aid patients to the camp.

Here is how each day would start.  Examine the 80 - 90 post-op patients from the day before.  Organize the queue of 80-90 patients to be operated on that day who had already been previously screened.  Begin the surgeries while other clinicians would screen 200 - 300 new patients being bussed in by the UNHCR each day.  Here's a video of what that looks like.

video


Here are just a few of their moving stories:

This mother brought her three children to us, all bilaterally blind from cataracts (note the white pupils in the close-ups below).  Can you imagine being in her shoes fleeing a war zone and with all your children having gone blind with no hope of getting them care?
Eldest daughter
Middle Daughter
Youngest son
David Sawe, Kenyan cataract surgeon extraordinaire, performed heroic bilateral surgery on all three kids in succession.  
The kids getting pre-op anesthetic injections followed by the "Super Pinkies" to compress the orbit and eye prior to surgery.
The eldest went first.  All three had successful bilateral surgery.

Below is a mamma who fell and presumably fractured her hip on the way to see us.  She wanted eye surgery so bad her son brought her to the camp in a wheelbarrow and straight into the operating theatre.  She refused to be taken for x-ray or have her hip examined.  She desperately wanted to see again and wasn't going to let her hip stop her.
Getting escorted to the front of the line in theatre in a wheelbarrow.
Post-op and SO HAPPY.  She only has one tooth so its hard to see the smile:)

On our last day there, I had the chance to watch 81 post-ops get up and walk home simultaneously.  I'll be honest.  It put a tear in my eye.  As I strolled back to the SP compound for the last time, I saw this post-op granny who had been totally blind briskly making her way home through the village.
   video
We praise God for all He enabled us to accomplish on behalf of the blind of S. Sudan on this trip.  I am also incredibly proud of this 100% African team (ok, I am a partial exception but my role was very small), in particular, its talented Kenyan leaders, David Sawe, Jarred and Brenda.   TIA (This is Africa) today folks, Africans caring for Africans.       

14.11.15

Ku Muyangayanga and Forays into the Community

by Jess Cropsey

People often assume that our children are fluent in French and Kirundi (or at least one of them, right?)  Well our kids certainly have been exposed to multiple languages and have picked up lots of useful phrases along the way, but most of them could not carry on a very long or significant conversation….yet.  In order for this to happen, you need LOTS of input in the target language.  (Remember it takes kids 2-3 years of input in their first language before they start talking much.)  

Serving together as a team is a HUGE blessing and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  Our kids have built-in friends that have traveled the globe with them since they were really young.  The one down-side to this (and it may be the only one) is that it provides little motivation for our kids to have relationships outside of the American bubble.  When that is combined with the fact that all of their classes are in English (except French & Kirundi), it leaves very little time in their day when they are exposed to French & Kirundi.    

I would really love to spare my children the many hours of grueling toil in language learning as an adult, but even more than that I have been praying that each one of them would have a special Burundian friend.  Believe it or not, it takes a lot of effort to provide these kinds of opportunities!  The language and cultural barriers are immense in addition to the sheer curiosity that people have about our children that can lead to negative experiences for them (being stared at, teased, laughed at, touched, …).  


One small baby step that we are taking is sending some of our kids for small periods of time to the local Burundian school (that educates 1,200 kids from pre-K to 9th grade).  Last week Wednesday was our first foray this school year.  Since Anna is significantly more advanced in her French than the others, she went to the 5th grade French class.  It sounds like the level was great for her and provided a good academic challenge.  You can pray that she will make some good friends in that class.  



Due to some miscommunication (which happens frequently around here!), Micah, Abi, Elise, & Sam ended up all together in the pre-school class learning some Kirundi instead of French.  The pre-schoolers are adorable and our kids had a good time.  The teacher, Thérèse is the same woman who comes to our school to teach Kirundi twice a week, so the kids already had a rapport with her.  





Our most recent visit on Wednesday to the 2nd grade French class was a little less successful.  The emphasis was on reading French and the younger kids have only been working on listening comprehension and speaking, so they struggled to enjoy the class.  The good news is that they were begging to go back to Kirundi pre-school class!  :)  The jury is still out on how to best proceed with this group.  

The kids do have Kirundi and French class every weekday, so they have a lot on their plates learning 3 languages.  This week in Kirundi class, we inadvertently got focused on learning words related to buying goat kebobs, so we decided to take a trip to practice our newfound vocabulary!  I was surprised at how tender and delicious they were and will definitely be going back for another round at some point in the future.  Déo and Danyeli (the “abayangayanga”) also became favorites in my book because they shooed away a man who was in my face asking to take Sam home with him.  That’s what I call good customer service!  






So please pray that our kids would continue to develop good relationships with each other and that they would grow in their love for the people, culture, and languages of Burundi.  And pray for wisdom for us moms as we try to find creative ways to engage our children in the local community and provide them with good learning experiences.

8.11.15

Congo Eye Surgical Safari - Trip II

by John Cropsey

In January 2014, the Department of Ophthalmology at Hope Africa University’s Kibuye Hospital opened its doors with the stated mission of ERADICATING PREVENTABLE BLINDNESS IN THE GREAT LAKES REGION OF CENTRAL AFRICA.  What can I say, I like to dream big.  We started with one crazy ophthalmologist, five untrained staff, an old paper eye chart and a big vision.  Today, we have a capable staff running a pretty well-oiled clinic and specialized surgical theatre. 
The Kibuye Eye team posing for a fun photo with an old box of glasses
First Retina Surgery in Burundi          First Corneal Transplant at Kibuye
Most importantly, we are training the future of African healthcare professionals with over 100 medical and optometry students having completed rotations with us already.  We have also just joined forces with a brand new ophthalmology residency program in Rwanda and together we plan to train the future eye surgeons and physicians of the Great Lakes.  It’s a great start to what we hope to build into the major referral eye hospital for the region.

But our vision extends beyond that.  Burundi (10 million plus) sits on top of Lake Tanganyika with Tanzania and Democratic Republic of Congo stretching along either side and Zambia 500 km away sitting to the south.  Twelve million people live on the edges of the lake with virtually no access to eye care.  There is good reason for this.  This basin is geographically isolated, sitting in the heart of Africa with the impenetrable Congolese rainforest to the west and steep mountains rising out of the lake to the east leading to the vast East African plains of Tanzania.  The region has been plagued by decades of war and instability making it one of the poorest, least developed places on earth, yet it remains one of the most densely populated areas of Africa.  In other words, a virtual gold mine for any eager ophthalmologist willing to work around a few “road blocks”.

Our vision is to divide this population of roughly 20 million (Burundi + Tanganyika basin) into groups of 1 million and begin building primary eye care infrastructure (blue dots around the lake) with a floating referral eye hospital that can service the primary eye clinics around the entire lake.  Today, I want to share with you how we are embarking on this voyage with our pilot program at Nundu in Fizi, South Kivu, DRC.
The "Master Plan" for the Tanganyika Basin

We first visited Nundu Free Methodist Hospital in Fizi in February 2015 at the invitation of missionaries working there.  Fizi is home to 400,000+ people.  During that visit, we asked the hospital to identify a healthcare professional to come train with us at Kibuye in order for them to have the knowledge base to begin providing very basic eye care and compiling surgical cases at Nundu.  Dr. Songolo was selected and joined us for one month at Kibuye.  He happened to arrive just as Burundi descended into political chaos in late spring, but he stuck it out and finished his month of training.

Between June and September he compiled a list of nearly 100 patients requiring sight-restoring surgery at Nundu.  So this October we decided to pay him a visit.  What does that entail?  

Step 1, getting visas for the eye team.  Since rules change constantly and there are many layers of bureaucracy this required trips to get passport photos, vehicle documents and immigration papers in the capitol 2.5 hours away.  We received our visas just days before departure.  

Step 2, packing everything you will need to to do eye surgery in a setting with no electricity and minimal running water.  And note, this has to fit into or on top of the eye clinic’s 1986 Landcruiser, affectionately named “Umutama Kazi”, i.e. the “Old Lady”.  This includes generators, surgical microscopes, surgical supplies, exam equipment, meds etc…

Step 3, decide if security is good enough to carry out the mission.  This requires gathering intel from folks on the ground and from news sources.  BBC was reporting an ambush of a military envoy delivering civil servants’ pay near a town we would be passing through.  Eleven soldiers were killed and 20K stolen.  Concerning.  My Congolese contacts on the ground assured me this was to the north of the town.  Security was “good” passing to the south where we needed to go.  Hmm.  Tough call.

Step 4 getting to and successfully crossing the border.  This is VERY stressful.  The Congolese border guards were particularly “thirsty” this day and worked us over trying to leverage extortions of one kind or another.  Thankfully, the medical director from Nundu arrived as the “Old Lady” was about to be opened-up for full inspection.  He had a word with the boss man who happened to have presbyopia.  After an impromptu eye consult and a pair of reading glasses dispensed, we were on our way relatively unscathed.  

Step 5, traversing the main “highway” of Eastern Congo linking north to south.  This is a dirt road requiring one to ford at least three rivers where bridges have been washed out and to drive over several other bridges that look like they could be the next to go.  The road weasels its way sandwiched between the water and the mountains sitting on the lake’s edge.  From the border to Nundu it is about a three hour bone-rattling journey.  There are road blocks along the way where one must negotiate and pay not inexpensive “tolls” for the use of their fine road.
video
We thanked God when we arrived safely.  The previously mentioned missionaries were not at Nundu this time around, so we were hosted by the nationals.  I slept in a tent on top of the Old Lady while the staff were given rooms in nearby homes.  We were well fed by our hosts, but the diet is quite different than the Burundians'.  Most of the team found it difficult with the daily fofo working to block the colon while some form of ensuing dysentery fought hard to overcome the fofo beazor.  It really puts the bowels into a difficult paradoxical position, constipation with diarrhea.  Is that possible?  The bad news, there was no running water or privacy.   I found myself wanting to go to the pit latrine nearest me, but I could not gather the courage to sit down as there were roaches of unnatural size emerging in large numbers from the crumbling concrete “toilet” and I feared some cess-pool dwelling creature would lay its fangs into my back-side if I got too close.  Thus, my best option was using the toilet (with no seat or running water) in the Congolese house down the hill where I also took my bucket baths at night.  The bathroom door was constructed of a see-through sheet hanging in the breeze-way between you and the living room where tout le monde (everyone) was listening to the muzungu no doubt work out his issues.  The silhouette as I was taking a quick bucket bath at night by flashlight had to be equally frightful.  But, I digress.

We got right to work the next day and by the end of the week we were able to preform 63 sight restoring surgeries and carry out screening clinics at Nundu and two other locations.  We also met with local officials and other NGOs about bringing eye care services to Fizi going forward.  There is currently no eye care of any kind, even in the territorial capital of Baraka.  While in Baraka, I visited the MSF (Doctors Without Borders) hospital to discuss the situation there.  Baraka felt like a town in the wild, wild west, only in Africa.  Ironically, between Nundu and Baraka we drove through a UN refugee camp with over 10,000 Burundians living in make-shift dwellings on the side of the mountains.  It brought home the fact that Burundi’s problems are no joke either.  I can’t imagine how much fear one must feel to make the choice to flee to Eastern Congo of all places.   
 Morning post-op checks
Happy post-op mamas who are no longer blind!
This man and his wife waited all week so we could do his other eye if we had time at the end.

As part of our team, we flew in a special friend from Tenwek Eye Unit (Kenya), Richard Tonui, to help train our team how to carry out surgical safaris in some of the world’s most challenging environments.  Richard has over 25 years of eye care experience going to tough places in Africa.  We also had two Congolese students with us, a medical student and an optometry student, both of whom did an amazing job helping us navigate local logistics and care for lots of patients.  One of the students has agreed to help found our first eye clinic in Fizi when the time comes.  He happens to be the brightest one to come through Kibuye to date.  
Richard Tonui from Tenwek Hospital
Saying goodbyes to Nundu with a shout out to First Pres in Chattanooga, TN, for the fantastic eye clinic hats
Saying goodbye to Naomi, the daughter of the medical director

So, the future is exciting even though we are still just a drop in the bucket when it comes to the needs of this region, but Jesus loves to start with an act of faith as small as a mustard seed and see it grow.  We pray this small seedling that we are trying to nurture in Fizi will grow-up and begin multiplying other clinics up and down Lake Tanganyika.  

5.11.15

A New Author

By Nicole

I’m quite new to the McCropder group, just beginning my third month in Burundi. I graduated from Renssealer Polytechnic Institute three years ago with a degree in Business Management with minors in Architecture and Psychology, and subsequently spent a year teaching high school economics in Cullinan, South Africa. I joined Serge shortly after and through an unexpected turn of events, God called me to Burundi. So here I am, straight out of upstate New York, doing work that I find very exciting, but unfortunately is probably not very exciting to read about. I work in the accounting department of Kibuye Hope Hospital and oversee the finances for the teams various construction project. 
 
I hope to begin to branch out a bit and do some work in different areas of the hospital. One of those areas is the new hospital canteen. Work on the canteen began a number of months ago, and concluded this past week. We celebrated its completion with a ribbon cutting ceremony and small reception in the new building. Jason was given the honor of cutting the ceremonial ribbon along with Dr. Wilson, the hospitals’ Director of Medicine.
 

The canteen will provide simple food and drink options for hospital staff, outpatients, and guests which were not available before. While I hope the canteen will help to generate additional revenue for the hospital (there’s the boring accounting talk), I am most excited about the opportunity it provides us to care for our patients and their families well.


I also look forward to many more ribbon cutting ceremonies as we continue to build and expand here at Kibuye!

29.10.15

National Doctor Housing Project

by Jess Cropsey

One of the most recent projects to be completed here at Kibuye is the national doctor housing project.  Previously, the team of Burundian doctors that works with us were living in some pretty outdated missionary homes.  We have always wanted to have Burundian professionals living and working closely with us, so we decided to build a new housing complex for them next to our new houses.  These houses were completed during the summer, and the work crew has been doing some landscaping over the last couple of weeks which made me want to grab my camera and share a few shots with you.


This is the first unit, closest to the entrance gate, and it is currently occupied by Dr. Wilson, the Medical Director (see photo below).  We are thrilled that his wife Jeanine & young son decided to move here to Kibuye from Bujumbura.  Many professional families live apart because it is difficult to find work in the same place and most of the Kibuye doctors travel back to Bujumbura on the weekends to be with their families.  Jeanine is now a full-time language instructor in English, Kirundi, & French, primarily for many of us.  


This is the same unit viewed from the entrance gate.  The small building is a cookhouse & storage place for food & other items.  


The unit below is the middle unit in the triplex.  It has a shared dining room space for all the single doctors or those whose families live elsewhere.  They tend to eat their meals together.  There are also two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room that is currently being used by two single male doctors.  (You can see the McLaughlin house in the far right of the picture.)


This is the 3rd unit and it is just opposite the McLaughlin’s house.  We made this unit into two separate single units, each with their own living room, bathroom, and bedroom.  We wanted the versatility of single units for different doctors that might come along like a married couple with no children or a single female.


We are really happy with how these turned out and hope that having these new neighbors will give us more opportunities to fellowship with our Burundian colleagues.  A special thanks to all of you who gave financially to make this project possible!  

21.10.15

COTW: Neonatal Jaundice

By Alyssa

We have been slowly developing a neonatology service here at Kibuye. We now have a renovated dedicated room for the service, five incubators, nasal feeding tubes, oxygen (sometimes), official protocols, and a trained pediatric team to evaluate and care for these tiny patients on a daily basis. But until now we have not had any treatment available for babies with jaundice. Neonatal jaundice is very common and is easy to treat with special blue lights. If left untreated, however, the babies can have serious consequences including neurologic damage and even death. We searched for the blue lights in Burundi but were unable to find them, so I began looking at options for purchasing them elsewhere. An option from India fell through as it was too difficult logistically to arrange for shipping the materials to Burundi. Finally a google search resulted in a perfect solution for our situation - the Bili-Hut created by Little Sparrows Technologies. What is the Bili-Hut? "Low-cost portable phototherapy to treat neonatal jaundice. Anywhere."

Conversations with the brilliant founders of this company (Donna Brezinski, MD and Gary Gilbert, MD) resulted in the generous donation of a device for our use at Kibuye Hope Hospital. A visiting surgeon brought the machine out in his suitcase. Our engineer set up the battery back up system so the machine can run continuously despite power outages. I trained the peds staff on how to identify and treat jaundiced babies. Eric met with the Bili-Hut creators in the US. And voila! We've now treated five babies with neonatal jaundice. And it works!

I remember previous cases of neonatal jaundice. I would explain the risks to the families and recommend they take their baby to Bujumbura for phototherapy. Out of dozens of cases, though, only one or two had the resources to travel to Bujumbura for care. We treated the others with sunlight, but that's certainly not the most effective treatment and it runs the risk of skin damage from the sun and hypothermia due to the babies being outside in the cold (yes it can get cold here). We had at least two babies die from complications of jaundice (kernicterus for medical readers).

But this week we cared for a jaundiced 3lb premature girl. Her initial bilirubin was quite high - high enough to cause neurologic damage. We placed her in the Bili-Hut and within 2 days her bilirubin was down to almost normal. She's doing well now after the phototherapy, and the Bili-Hut is available for the next patient. I'm thankful to be part of the ever-expanding team of people who make this care possible for our tiny patients.




16.10.15

Book of the Month: Being Mortal

(by Eric)

Several years ago, we did a BOTM post on Atul Gawande's book Better.  Gawande is a surgeon and writes with an incredible sensitivity and appreciation for digging deep enough into an issue to appreciate its nuances.  His style is reminiscent of a medical Malcolm Gladwell.

I first heard about his new book Being Mortal one Sunday at Kibuye, when Jason was reading it outside his house on his Kindle.  (Marvels of technology...)  Arriving back in the US, my desire to read it intensified.  Why?

Because Gawande has raised issues that American society has a desperate need to have articulated.  The population is aging, and the idea I hear the most is this:  I would be happy to live and long and productive life, or I could die tomorrow.  It doesn't matter.

However, this is an awfully incomplete sentiment, since the majority of people will not experience either of these alternatives.  The norm, for better or worse, has become a life that ends only after a significant period of increasing dependence and disability.  And we don't know what to do about it.  So we don't really talk about it, and we barely think about it.

Enter Being Mortal.  One of its main points is that the medical field is ill-equipped to navigate this conundrum, because it is a kind of historical accident that society has ended up putting the aging culture in the hands of the medical establishment.  So, as a doctor, the book is useful in helping me recognize my own feelings about aging and end-of-life care.

It is a very personal book, where Gawande shares stories from his grandmother-in-law and his father, and well as a wonderful story about his grandfather in India, which he uses to debunk the idealism of the traditional model of caring for the aged at home.  He talks about deciding when too much medical care is too much.  And he talks about retirement communities, assisted living, nursing homes, and hospice, all in great depth.  He often speaks about how things don't work, but he also showcases several people thinking outside the box to find improvements and bring these important aspects of society into better focus.

He doesn't answer all the questions, but he gets our cerebral wheels turning, and does leave the reader with some helpful take-home points.  He is (as far as I can tell) a nominal Hindu and a functional secular humanist, so he doesn't have much to say about death itself (and what may or may not come after).  As a Christian, I can look elsewhere for that.

Rachel and I find ourselves discussing his ideas with almost everyone we meet.  We've roundly recommended it, and even bought it for some people.  As one reviewer said:  Only read this book if you will ever grow old and/or die.