Project Ecuador

Project Ecuador
Giving Hope and a Future

Sunday 31 August 2014

6 events that have made me feel humble... and thankful...



  1.       Throwing my old knickers in the bin, and then seeing them hung out to dry on the neighbour´s washing line.  
  2.  Being asked how many aeroplanes my 6 year old has flown in by someone who will never travel further than the local town their entire life.
  3. Being invited into a cane shack and fed chicken soup while the family looked on.  I think I ate their supper.
  4. Having to wait until after dark to be able to go to the toilet, unseen, in the bushes, in a village where no one has a toilet. 
  5. Asking a 20 year old Mum to sign her name… she, shamefaced, told me she could only give a finger print as she never went to school.
  6. Dressing the grotesque, stinking breast tumour of a 38 year old woman… she is the same age as me but does not have much longer to live. 

Thursday 21 August 2014

A Plastic Chair



I was driving home one evening, tired out and desperate for a chance to have a shower and then relax on the sofa with my feet up and a cup of tea.  It was then that I spotted her.  Señora Hilda is an old lady who lives in our village.  She is now well into her seventies and suffers from a chronic illness that leaves her unable to get out much.  She was sitting inside her living room with the front door open, watching the world go by.  What caught my attention was the fact that she was sitting bolt upright in a $10 plastic chair.  There was no sofa in her bare living room.  Her swollen ankles were hanging to the floor, instead of being gently raised on a soft foot stool.  There was not a comfortable cushion in sight. 
It made me wonder what I expect to be doing when I finally reach old age and am frail and want to rest my aching bones.  I hope I am not sat in a hard, plastic chair. 
It is easy to think that will never happen to me – after all, I am working hard and saving for retirement.  Surely I deserve more. 
But Señora Hilda has worked hard all her life too.  She raised six children.  She still keeps chickens and pigs.  She has washed clothes by hand all her life and carried heavy sacks of bananas, corn and manioc.  She has carried buckets of water from the well to cook and wash, and cooked every meal she has ever eaten from scratch.  No wonder she is now frail and worn out.  She does deserve a rest.   
But despite the hard chair she is happy.  She is surrounded by her children and grandchildren.  She lives near the friends she has had since she was a child herself.  She enjoys watching them go by of an evening, and calls out to greet them and hear their news.  I don´t think she worries about her plastic chair. 
I hope when I am old and frail I am surrounded by loved ones.  Maybe what kind of chair I am sat upon is not so important after all.    

Thursday 7 August 2014

Ethical Medicine?



I thought I had seen it all… but apparently not.  
I was called to see an old lady at her home one evening at 9pm.  All her family was gathered because they thought she was dying.  Her umpteen sons, daughters and grandchildren crowded the tiny bedroom.  They told me the patient had been fine the day before, and that she had gradually become weaker and weaker until she could no longer get out of bed.  Now she was nearly unconscious. 
As I enquired further, it transpired she had recently been started on a new medication for her symptoms of mild depression.  The medication was a tranquilizer – one that was rapidly addictive.  I told them the old lady´s symptoms were due to overdose from the tranquilizer and advised them to stop giving it to her. 
The family stopped it temporarily, and the old lady recovered, but continued to feel weepy, so one of her daughters took her back to the doctor who prescribed the same tranquilizer in lower dose.  The old lady immediately calmed down and the family was delighted. 
A few weeks later, once the old lady was addicted to the tranquilizer, the doctor told the family he would only continue to treat the patient if they paid him $1,500.  The tranquilizer is one of the very few drugs you really cannot buy in Ecuador without a prescription.  When the old lady stops taking it she develops headache, starts to shake and becomes agitated and upset.  The doctor has deliberately caused her to be in the situation that to continue to receive the prescriptions for the medicine she now craves, she has to pay him a huge sum of money.
Surely that is not what being a psychiatrist is all about? 
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