Mission Accomplished

What an exciting and eventful year this has been. We thank you all for your support. We are so grateful for all of your moral, spiritual, and financial support. Our experience has certainly impacted Nigerians and our family in a very positive and meaningful way. God has answered prayer and we believe we have truly accomplished the goals and missions that we set out to do initially. Lives have been saved, others, including our own, have been transformed.

Not only have lives been saved, but many more patients have a significantly better quality of life because of Michael’s intervention. Giant tumors have been removed, hearing restored, and severe traumatic wounds have been repaired. What excites Michael the most, however, is that much of the knowledge and skills that he has brought to Nigeria will stay in Nigeria. In one week, the lives of three small children were saved by Dr. Aboiyar, who used very specialized equipment and skills to remove foreign bodies from their airways. There are very few places in Nigeria where the parents could have taken these children. Certainly, the quality of care that they received from Dr. Aboiyar is as good as it gets in Nigeria (and America for that matter.)














Lisa has accomplished her mission of teaching English in an academic setting. She went far beyond meeting the requirements of completing her master’s degree. Not only did she improve her students’ English language skills, but she mentored interactive teaching methods out of love and compassion for her students. Such methods are rare in this culture. Outside of teaching, the challenges of managing a large home in a developing country were brilliantly overcome by Lisa. She was very much in her element.


Emily, too, achieved her goals. She not only learned something of medicine and surgery in a mission hospital, but has been a great help as well. She was instrumental in setting up and organizing the ENT clinic. Her help was most appreciated by Michael as she assisted him in surgeries. She went on to help with patient care on the surgery service, where she has become quite proficient at wound care, especially burns. Additionally, children at a local orphanage, the neighborhood children, and grade school children at Hillcrest where she has substituted have all benefitted from her loving tutelage.

Hannah, Sterling, and Camille have matured as well. They are now keenly aware of how two thirds of the world’s population live, in contrast to the luxury that we have in America. They have all come to appreciate the lively, cosmopolitan, and yet devout community of missionary families that we are a part of. They have all expressed interest in service-oriented careers, and they are all interested in coming back overseas in some way.

Our mission in Nigeria has ended for now. We will consider if, how, and when we will return to Nigeria in the future. On May 31st we departed Nigeria from the Abuja airport. We are taking advantage of our route through Europe and vacationing in England. On the way home we have to stop in Charlotte, NC for a debriefing with SIM, our mission organization. We will arrive back in Vancouver, Washington in mid June. The remainder of June will be spent taking care of over ten months of business and visiting friends and family. Michael will join ENT Clinic of the Northwest (formerly Vancouver ENT) on July 1st. This is a new and exciting practice opportunity for him.

Thanks again for all your support. We know we have many friends and family in the US as well as in Nigeria who have been following this blog. Blessings to you all. We may add a few reflection entries to the blog in the next couple of weeks.


Michael Mitchell, MD

Last Surgery

I had hoped to spend more time with administrative duties in my last couple of weeks, but there were a number of surgeries that needed to be done and only I could do. So needless to say, it has been busy for us up to the end.
On Wednesday, the 27th May, I operated on a nice elderly woman who desperately wanted to have her large tumor removed. We have been trying to get her medically ready for surgery, since she says she is 90 years old.
The surgery went well and she did very well after the surgery. We were all pleased. It was another major event as we finish up in Nigeria. I thank God that everything went so well.

Another closure event was a “Sendforth” dinner last night for the missionary doctors that was attended by all the doctors of Evangel Hospital. It was a very nice time. I received a couple of nice gifts and had the opportunity to thank the medical staff for being such great students.


Michael Mitchell, MD

Graduation Day

We have been quite busy as we prepare for departing Nigeria as well as all the end of school year activities. The most significant of these activities was Hannah participating in the Hillcrest School Class of 2009 Graduation tonight. There has been much preparation and celebration. Over the past weekend, we had a SIM Senior Tea where families and friends of the eight graduating SIM seniors gathered and we showed pictures of the seniors as they were growing up and then talked a little about them. Later Sunday we had a Baccalaureate service. We enjoyed wonderful music and a fantastic sermon by Dr. Bill Ardill, our general surgeon whose oldest daughter just graduated.
Today was a small and personal graduation. Twenty-three students graduated. All are going to universities around the world – Australia, New Zealand, United States, and Lebanon. A few were going to big name schools like University of Southern California and George Washington University. We have been told that this year’s senior class has been an exceptional group of kids. During the ceremony, each graduate was addressed individually with funny anecdotes and words of encouragement. We feel privileged that Hannah could be involved with such great group of people. We certainly have enjoyed being a part of this school community, which is diverse, highly educated, selfless, and very family oriented. Graduation was a wonderful event that helps bring closure to our mission in Nigeria.

Michael Mitchell, MD

Final Exam and Saying Goodbye

Final exams in Nigeria are very different from final exams in America, especially when you are saying goodbye to 71 students who have become quite dear to you. This past Friday, I gave my final exam to my students. It was quite the event, and I am very happy that my husband was there to be a part of it. (I had asked him to come and help me proctor the exam.)

The first order of business was announcements. By popular request, I finally gave out my email address. I am hoping to stay in contact with my students. Gifts were presented by me and by the students. The students had taken a collection and were quite thoughtful and generous in showing their appreciation to me. I got flowers and a beautiful wood carving of Africa that I am going to proudly display in a prominent place in my home in America. I also got a unique Nigerian gift: phone credit! (You buy little cards from street vendors worth a certain amount of credit and load it onto your phone - - no monthly bills.) Even more precious to me though were the words of gratitude and affection and prayers said on my behalf. They told me that I had been like a mommy to them . . .I have felt that way about them as well! That makes for an awfully empty nest as we part ways!

The second order of business was a final class picture. This time, I am surrounded by all 71 students (both classes). This picture will also be very proudly displayed in my home!

At last, we got down to the business of taking the final. Exams are very tense events in British system schools. And it is no wonder since they count as 70% of the final semester grade! I am very uncomfortable having so much weight resting on one test, so I gave a very predictable test with directions that are familiar to the students (they have seen them before on our regular quizzes throughout the semester.) Though the examination process is brutal, the grading scale makes up for it: you can have a final average of 40 and still pass the course with a D in the British system unlike our American system schools that allow for a final average of 60. Reconciling these two vastly different educational systems has been a challenge for me while teaching in Nigeria.

One of the most encouraging things to me personally has been the students who have communicated to me what an impact my teaching style has made on them. Some of the students will in turn go on to teach themselves or are already teaching. The classes my students are used to are very teacher-centred: the teacher lectures and the students take notes quietly. There is very little interaction. There is also very little assessment to determine the students’ level of knowledge going into the lecture and very little assessment to check for comprehension during and after the lecture. The idea of meeting the students where they are at, engaging in group activities, and involving the students, in general, is a new thing here. I am excited to think that I might be passing this on to my students.

Lisa

A Tense Ending to a Sweet Year

No, not tense in the way you think . . .today was my last regular class day at JETS, and we finished out the year discussing grammar tenses. It was a fun class where the students shared some of their habits and regular activities (you use simple present tense to talk about those things as well as to express general statements or truths.) I learned all sorts of new things about my students as they shared using the present tense: many love to read, many of them pray regularly (which isn’t too surprising since they are seminary students), one thinks about a certain girl named Nancy all the time, and my student who cannot hear even told us that he eats gwata everyday! (Gwata is a vegetable soup thickened with grits.) I also learned a Nigerian proverb as one student shared a truth that uses present tense: When lizards lie prostrate on the ground, how do you know which ones’ belly is aching? (Hmmm . . .I think something got lost in translation on that one.) It was a great last day of class!

We ended our class time together with a photo session. Included you will see pictures of both my first hour class and my second hour class. Also included is a picture of Nehemiah and Kingsley, two students who kept me on my toes with LOTS of questions!

Even if I should come back and teach in Nigeria 40 more years, these students will always have a very special place in my heart. I am going to miss their warmth, their sincerity, their friendliness, and their ability to enjoy each moment to the fullest. My students have treated me with such respect and gratitude for every little thing I do. Though the living conditions here are hard by American standards, the joy that comes from teaching and interacting with my students far outweighs having no water, inconsistent electricity, and no air conditioning.

Lisa

Dinner with the Ibrahims

Just a little bit ago we had dinner over at the Ibrahim’s (a Nigerian family on our compound) house. After sitting and talking to Gwakmon and Victor for about 15 minutes we finally got to the meal. We had pounded yam, a vegetable soup, and a traditional Turok (the name of the tribe that Gwakmon is from) dish. The dish looked like a brown soup with carrots and peas mixed in at first glance. Once Gwakmon took a ladle full out of the pot I realized that it was no normal soup. It was made with tapioca flour so it had a sticky texture. Also we ate two chickens named Princess and Precious that were given to Emily as gifts when she visited Gwakmon’s village for a wedding. All of the food besides the pineapple we had for dessert and the pounded yam were quite spicy. Throughout the meal Lilian, the mother of Victor and aunt of Gwakmon kept speaking in Hausa to me and Camille to try to teach us the language. We could barely understand even what kind of questions she was asking. Unfortunately due to schoolwork I had to leave a little early. Still, it was a fun Nigerian culture experience.

Sterling (16)

Final Friday Night Potulck

Last Friday night we had our final SIM potluck at the Fretheim’s house. The whole experience was quite special because it was the last potluck that we Mitchells and the Taits would be attending. After eating the delicious food that was provided by the different families around Jos we had a short worship time. Being the only drummer around I played bongo for the worship songs while the Sampsons sang and played guitar and keyboard. Then came the farewell testimonies and skits for the Taits. We have not known them for long but we have known them long enough to know that the amazing things people were saying about them were all true. Next came the prayer, we split off into groups of 2-3 to pray for the Taits, us, and other people that needed praying for. After a few minutes of small group prayer we all came together and prayed as a whole. Hearing the things prayed about for us was encouraging and touching. It is extremely encouraging to know that even though we have only been a part of the Jos mission community for a year we have people thinking about us and praying for us. The Friday night potlucks are just one of the things that we will miss most about Nigeria.

Sterling (16)

Final Honor's Recital

Last night was the final honor’s recital at Hillcrest: an evening featuring the jazz music of George Gershwin and others. The event was just as elegant and classy as the first one last semester. Heidi Tolar, the Hillcrest teacher and wife of Coach Jay Tolar, did an outstanding job organizing and decorating for the event. She was also a participant herself, playing several piano pieces very well.

I haven’t said much about my other teaching position. I teach brass players at Hillcrest School on Thursdays. I have prepared and performed pieces a couple of times now with highschoolers, Heather Ardill on trumpet and Jessica Strydhorst on trombone. Once a week, I also teach the middle school trumpet players, and we are working on an ensemble piece for seven players right now. I can hardly wait to perform a Renaissance piece by Gabrielli at the final concert next month!

Never did I think when I was practicing and competing on trumpet in high school that I would be teaching young trumpet players one day in Africa!

Final Trip to Yankari

This previous weekend I took a trip to Yankari with my friend Ryan Devoe and his family. With this trip I have now been to Yankari three times. The drive there was a long drive because we stopped several times for petrol, food, and to get our room at a hotel in a nearby town. Once we were finally there we went straight to the warm springs. After five hours in the car we were ready for some swimming. We swam there from about one in the afternoon to 4:30 when we had to leave due to rain. On the way back to the hotel we stopped to get real Nigerian “suya.” The kind that is sold at Hillcrest is Americanized and doesn’t have the true flavor of suya. This suya that we ate was much spicier and tasted better than the kind at Hillcrest. After roadside dinner we drove to the hotel at which we were staying for the night. While walking in we saw what we thought to be a pool. It had a diving board, it had ladders on its sides, and a nice sitting area nearby. Once we got to go check it out we found out that it was so poorly maintained that it had become more of a pond with its own ecosystem. The water was so green that you couldn’t see the bottom even in the shallowest part of the pool and there were frogs and who knows what else swimming around in it. By American standards the hotel was mediocre but by Jos missionary standards the place was a palace. The rooms each had two double beds, a small tv, and best of all an air conditioner and all of this was for a third of the price of the rooms at Yankari. The next morning after having slept in a nice air conditioned room we took off for the wildlife reserve again. Once there we went on our safari which in the end turned out to be a great experience. For the first hour or so we saw nothing but a few water bucks and different kinds of birds but finally we came to a swampy area where we found the elephants. There were about one hundred elephants that crossed the road fifty feet ahead of our car. The most exciting thing was the big male elephant which was about one and a half times as big as the safari truck we were riding in. Once we were back to the main area of the resort we ate and headed down to the warm springs for the last time. Along the way home we stopped quite a few times also. One of those times we were fortunate to have spotted a Nigerian version of beef jerky. Ryan and his family had eaten it before but I didn’t even know that it existed. It didn’t taste much like meat, all I know is that was spiced with pepper and was quite hot. Overall the trip was bunches of fun. I had to admit that I was sad to be leaving such a beautiful place behind.

Sterling (16)

Better Than an Apple

It's getting closer to the end of the semester at JETS; I have only 3 more classes to go. There is so much more I want to cover with my students, and there is so little time. I am going to miss them very much! My prayers are already going out on their behalf for next year; I am confident that the Lord will provide for their needs.

In all the years I taught secondary math, I never received the thank yous that these students have lavished upon me regularly and as of late. In the U.S., I would get a few Hallmark cards hurriedly signed with a name only, plates of cookies here and there, and even an apple a few times (which, once upon a time, was the gift that you brought teachers.) I have recently discovered a teacher gift unique to the Nigerian culture (I suppose it could be unique elsewhere, but I haven't been there to know.)

I was actually quite puzzled why students suddenly began to insist that they have their picture taken with me. Actually, there were so many pictures taken a couple of class days in a row that I was late to my appointment afterwards!

Then a few days later, the puzzle was answered . . .pictures started pouring in back to me. White envelope after white envelope with pictures inside of them, each hand delivered by the person pictured with me. Each picture presented with a smile and a thank you. Some pictures even had handwritten notes on the back. I know these pictures took money and forethought to present. What a lovely custom! Nigerians know how to express their appreciation and take the time to do it. I will treasure these pictures always! More than that, I will treasure the memories that I have made with these students.

I believe these men and women are the future of Nigeria. They struggle for an education and better ways that we take so for granted in America. I feel privileged to be used by God to help them in their struggle.

Lisa

Junior Senior Banquet

So this weekend was the junior senior banquet at Hillcrest. The banquet is sort of a prom equivalent, but banquet is a lot classier than the prom I went to. Every year the 11^th grade students put it together as sort of a farewell gesture to the graduating class. They get one of the nicer restaurants in town to cater it and have some of the underclassmen serve everyone. Everyone dresses up really nice and spends quite a bit of time getting ready for it.

Now that you have the background, I can tell you my person experience with the banquet. Gabe, my boyfriend, asked me with a song a few weeks ago; so we went as a couple. Mr. Cunningham, one of the teachers at Hillcrest, is a chaperone for the event and asked Emily to go with him. Sterling was recruited as a server. The three eldest of the Mitchell kids ended up being at the event.

I actually spent two nights away from home because the banquet is on a Friday. I spent Thursday night at the house of Penelope Tait, one of my friends from school. We did as much towards getting ready as we could. That included nails and straightening Penny’s hair. She has really curly hair so it was quite an ordeal, but it turned out really nice. The next day we only had a half day at school to give everyone time to get ready. After school I went with a group of girls to go out to eat for lunch and then we got ready together.

The banquet itself was really cool. The junior class had made it a Hollywood theme and had gone to great lengths to make everything perfect. They even had a red carpet and a Hollywood sign, and that was just the outside. The inside looked like the Oscars. I couldn’t believe that I was still in Nigeria. Each person had a seat reserved for them. At the end of the night there was even an awards ceremony at which every senior got a little golden person for either they’re participation in the senior play or their participation in sports. After the actual banquet was over all the juniors and seniors went to the Niger Creek hostel for the after party that lasted all night. It was a really cool experience.

Keloids and Peanuts Keeping the Doctor Busy

Time flies when you are having fun and also when you are busy. I must say that my days are not always fun, but often busy. Dr. Aboiyar, the family medicine physician who is now a diplomate in otolaryngology, has been taking some well earned vacation time. Therefore, my days have been a little fuller than usual. In addition, we have two family medicine residents rotating on the service. While they try to help when they can, it does take time to teach. I do, however, find the teaching part of my job very rewarding. I feel that I can make a more lasting impact as well as making a difference for a larger number of people by equipping young Nigerian doctors with more knowledge and skills to better treat patients.

This week is barely half over and I have found that we have done quite a bit clinically. On Monday, we were in the operating room all day for our regularly scheduled operating day. Dr. Aboiyar came off of vacation for a few hours and repaired an eardrum beautifully and with very little help from me. I then went on to remove a tumor off of a vocal cord and then removed a thyroid gland. We got a late start, so the day went a little long.


Tuesday was normal clinic day. I coached the residents through seeing and treating our patients. Along the way we had a two year old boy come into clinic with a peanut in his airway. Peanuts are a mainstay in the Nigerian diet and there is little education at this point about safe foods for young children. Consequently, peanut aspiration is a common problem. This young boy had aspirated his peanut five days prior. He lives near the capital city of Abuja, a three hour drive from Jos. Medical care is so expensive there, that his parents brought him to Jos University Teaching Hospital (JUTH). The ENT surgeons at JUTH don’t have their equipment up and running yet, so they sent the patient on to Evangel Hospital, where the boy arrived five days after aspirating the peanut. He was obviously having some difficulty breathing, so we rushed through our patients in the clinic and got to the operating room in the afternoon. In the operating room, I found half of a peanut firmly lodged in his windpipe (trachea) just below the voice box (larynx). I suspect that he would have developed infection, a blocked airway, and eventually died had he not been treated. He was doing very well and went home today with very happy parents.


Today, we went to the operating room with an extra, overbooked case. This young man has many tumors called keloids that have been growing over the past 10 years. A keloid is scar tissue that has gone wild and continues to grow. Clearly, this is the worst case I have ever seen, much less operated on. Dr. Aboiyar and I spent several hours excising the keloids and then remodeling the skin on his neck. There are other large but significantly smaller lesions on the other side of his neck. I was very pleased with the initial outcome.


I still need to find time this week to take care of a couple of patients in the hospital with broken jaws. I think my remaining time in Nigeria will go very quickly, just because it is so busy. I look forward to the weekends for a little more fun, which will also make the remaining days go by even quicker.

Michael Mitchell, MD

A Trip to the Library

Lisa the Librarian! That’s my most recent hat to wear. Recently, I discovered that my students, who are freshman in a university, don’t know how to use a library. We in America are very fortunate to have great public libraries and school libraries with regular classes to help us become familiar with how to use it. In the past week, I have met with my students twice outside of our usual class time to teach them some library skills. It was a voluntary class, so I was quite pleased at the turnout!

It was amazing to me to see an actual card catalogue again (ever tried to use a computer catalogue with no regular electricity?) It was even more amazing to me that grown-ups had no idea of how to use a card catalogue. The students listened quite attentively as I first told them how to find their title or author in the files and how a library filing system works. I felt like a mother duck as my students followed me around to different parts of the library and we found some of the books we had looked up together. Then it was their turn to go solo; it brought me great pleasure to see the looks on their faces when they found their very first book all by themselves! Many came up to me proudly waving the book in my face!

Next week, I am going to assign a project where they have to select a book from a recommended reading list that I compiled for them from the card catalogue. My hopes in doing this is that, well after I am gone, my students will continue their education and improvement in English through reading. The books I selected are very practical books on marriage, finances, and living out your everyday life in faith. I tried to get books at a lower reading level since many of them struggle to get through their textbook readings.

To “help” my students explore this goldmine of information sooner rather than later, I am going to borrow an idea from my grandpa. I’ll never forget one of my favorite Christmas presents: a toilet roll with dollars stuffed in it. I have never unrolled a roll of toilet paper so fast! I am going to have a treasure hunt, so to speak, in the library. I figure a little bit of pocket change stuck in the pages of random books from the list will be a good motivation for my students to explore the books I have recommended. I’ll keep you posted . . .

Lisa

Easter Day

To our friends and family back home, Happy Easter! We are a little bit ahead of you so we are able to give a full report of our activities for the day.

We went as a family minus Sterling to our Nigerian church, ECWA Seminary Church. It was a more lively service than usual with lots of familiar music. Afterwards, we went to the home of Rick and Brenda Naatz, who are another missionary family on the Evangel compound. Rick heads up the medical lab at Evangel, and Brenda works in the SIM travel office. Jacob is their son and Sterling’s close friend. Also invited was a short term nurse that we have gotten to know named Simone, who is from Switzerland. You would have never known we were in Nigeria; the menu was ham, roast chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, rolls, salad with raspberry vinaigrette, green beans, sweet corn, and 3 kinds of homemade pies (French silk, mango, and lemon meringue.) It was a feast. No short cuts here . . .homemade piecrusts, handsqueezed lemons, home frozen corn, etc. I don’t think Brenda had to slaughter the animals, thankfully!

After our great meal, we headed next door for the annual Easter egg hunt with all the missionary families on the compound. A good time was had by all.

Later that evening, we were the guests of our Nigerian pastor, Barje Maigadi and his family: wife Amina, sons Sulmane and Surane, and daughters Kauna and Kiota. (I hope the spelling is correct!) It was a real treat to be invited into their home and see how a Nigerian family of 6 lives. We had an American friendly meal, but the best part of all was the time spent sitting around chatting and getting to know one another. The Maigadis lived in America for several years when their children were at a very impressionable age. Our families, especially the kids, seem to hit it off. We laughed quite a bit as we realized that despite our different cultures, we had some striking similarities: mothers who can’t seem to finish sentences, fathers who like their remote controls and who don’t listen, and teenagers who like music and can talk silly (at least by adult standards.)

The longer we stay in Nigeria, the more people we meet and become attached to. The Maigadi family is yet another family that will be difficult to say goodbye to in just 7 short weeks.

Lisa

Coach Tolar Takes Teens Abseiling

We have been privileged to enjoy a lot of adventures. Yesterday offered yet another one. Coach Tolar offered to take some of the teens abseiling. In the US we often call it repelling. I came along as driver, chaperone, helper, and participant. Hannah, Sterling, and Camille were some of the teenage participants.

The drive to the 150 foot high rock face was not long. It is near Miango, where we have often gone in the past. Double click on the image to enlarge. You will see the people at the bottom.

At the base Coach Jay Tolar briefed us on technique and safety.

As an aside, we cannot praise Coach Tolar enough. The kids all love him. He is a huge asset to the school. He directs all of the athletic programs, teaches physical education, and coaches the men’s teams for soccer, basketball, track and field, and volleyball. For physical education, he not only involves the kids in the basic sports, but for the seniors he includes archery, shooting, and abseiling. Not only is he a great teacher, but he is a great role model. He is man of deep faith and he emphasizes good character and integrity in all activities. Because he has both challenged and entertained our children, their experience here in Nigeria has not only been enriching, it has been fun as well. He has consequently been very instrumental in making this year a success for our entire family. We are very grateful for his outstanding leadership. In my book, he is the coach of coaches

The usual way down the mountain is back first. Camille had her first trip down in the usual fashion.

Hannah was the most experienced abseiler amongst us, since she had been up on the rock with the senior PE class. She was fearless. She preferred coming down the mountain “Aussie” style, i.e. face first.

By the end of the day, the Mitchell family was able to come down together Aussie style.

Michael Mitchell, MD

Motorcycle Mayhem Continues

Today I once again spent a Wednesday afternoon trying to piece together the face and jaw bones of a motorcycle victim. Today’s patient is a 60 year old gentleman who was hit by a passing motorcycle. He had multiple fractures of his facial bones as well as two jaw fractures. In addition he had brain fluid leaking out of his ear for the first few days after the injury. Fortunately the leak stopped on its own, as it usually does. In the operating room, I managed to piece his upper jaw together, wire his upper and lower jaws closed, and put a titanium plate over the fracture line in his lower jaw. I used the manual hand crank drill that we dusted off and tried for the first time. Overall, it was a long afternoon as we sweated away in the muggy operating room.


The man in the photo is a 48 year old man who was riding his own motorcycle and had an accident. He fractured his left ankle in addition to also having brain fluid leaking out of his right ear. Again, his leak stopped spontaneously. He was in our clinic this morning for a follow up visit. He initially hobbled in with the help of his family members. I asked him, “Where are your crutches?” He had purposely left them in the car, for some undisclosed reason. A family member brought them so he could leave my office on his own accord. The crutches were brand new; he just got them from the carpenter yesterday. You may notice that they are wooden and not exactly the same size. He paid 1,400 Naira for them, which is almost $10 at the current exchange rate. The aluminum crutches are much more expensive to purchase.


Michael Mitchell, MD

Epidemic of Deafness

One of my great concerns are the number of deaf patients I encounter every week. Today was an exceptionally bad day. Of the 28 patients I saw today, five wanted something done for their deafness. They were as follows:

1. A 45 year old man was also treated for a febrile illness and came up completely deaf.
2. An 18 year old well dressed young man was treated for a febrile illness with antimalarial drugs. After taking the drugs for five days he could no longer hear.
3. A six year old boy had meningitis in early March. After he had recovered from his meningitis, he was deaf.
4. A two year old boy has never been able to speak or hear according to his mom. Though she admits that he did have a severe illness when he was one year old.
5. A four year old boy was treated for severe infection with unknown drugs in an outlying hospital two months ago. He has not been able to hear since then.

Most of the patients I see have preventable causes of deafness. In the developed world, we have vaccines to prevent meningitis and measles, but most Nigerian children do not get all the vaccines that are available in the developed world. In the West, we rarely use a toxic but effective antibiotic called gentamycin, but here it is used very commonly and blood levels are not monitored as we would do in the West. In America, the Food and Drug Administration and our legal system keep our drugs safe and pure, but in Nigeria NAFDAC (the FDA equivalent) is not able to keep the drugs safe.

The impure drugs are most concerning to me. Many patients have told me that they took an antibiotic like chloramphenicol or an antimalarial like fansidar and have subsequently lost their hearing. These drugs should not cause hearing loss. I strongly suspect, though I have yet to be able to prove it, that the drugs have been laced or even replaced with an antimalaria drug called quinine which is toxic to the ear. Unfortunately, it is hard to prove without the actual drug in hand that caused the hearing loss. I have only had one patient who stopped taking the drug immediately and brought the unused drug back to me. We have sent the drug for testing.

I estimate that I have seen at least one hundred patients with preventable deafness. I know I am only seeing the tip of the iceberg. There must be tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of deaf patients in this country of 140 million. The options for the hearing impaired are limited. If a patient has enough hearing left so that a hearing aid could help, there are few places to get aids (our hospital being one of them). In America, a cochlear implant is an option, but this costs $40,000 to $50,000, which is almost a lifetime of earnings for most Nigerians. To make it even less accessible, the surgery is not done in Nigeria, but only in developed countries. Consequently, all I have to offer patients is that they try to find some of the few resources for deaf patients and learn sign language. I find this most unsatisfactory, and I wish I could offer them more.

For now, I do my best to try to educate the doctors that come through my department and let them know that there is an epidemic out there. Most Nigerian doctors seem unaware of the problem, since the deaf patients don’t return to the doctor who prescribed the medicine that made them deaf.

Michael Mitchell, MD

Bargaining 101

I don’t know if my mom has talked about shopping with Alphonsus, our driver, in past blogs, but after having had the joy of shopping with him this afternoon, I feel the urge to document it. He’s a funny guy. Getting to the point, this afternoon Alphonsus and I went shopping for soccer cleats and goalie gloves. First of all, Alphonsus is a funny character. He definitely has spunk. Even though my mom is his employer, he doesn’t hesitate to voice his opinion and is also very stubborn. These traits come out particularly in his car-washing habits and in shopping.

Anyways, we went out shopping at Terminus, the downtown market. Now I know absolutely nothing about soccer gear because I’ve never bought it before. Being in Nigeria didn’t really help with knowing what to expect either. So needless to say, I got as much info as I could from fellow students and asked Alphonsus as many questions as possible before we got to the store. But as soon as we arrived, I was immediately unsure of what to ask for. I had been quietly hoping that Alphonsus, being a soccer coach in his free time, would know what to ask for and what price to pay for it. At first he did what I was hoping he would do. He showed me the two types of “boots” that I could buy; my choices were “hard boots” which were cleats with hard plastic or metal spikes or “soft boots” which were cleats with spikes made of the same rubber that bottom of the shoes were made of. Now hard boots are higher quality and thus more expensive, but because of the poor quality of the alternative, I thought that they would be best. Oh, and just as a side note, Alphonsis is very stingy. But getting back to my story, as the guy selling the shoes and gloves named his price, Alphonsus got very quiet. I did my best and managed to barter the sales guy down 2,500 naira from his original price. When I asked Alphonsus if that was a good price he responded with a grunt that I assumed at the time meant yes. So I bought the shoes and gloves.

Then we got into the car. : )

As soon as the door of the car shut, Alphonsus proceeded to tell me how I had been ripped off and how I was “too quick to take the price”. Now before I got in the car I was feeling pretty good for bartering the guy down that much, but by 30 seconds after getting into the car, that happy feeling had diminished to a shame for how much I paid (which I had thought was fine but I guess not). Thinking back though, I was a bit frustrated that he didn’t say anything in the shop. But I guess that’s not in the culture. Sterling told me a similar story of when he bought a jersey at the market and received a similar response from Alphonsus and Shadrack, one of the neighborhood boys. I guess it’s just one of the life lessons that I’m learning for shopping in Nigeria. Never settle, barter your heart out, the price can always be lower.

Hannah (18)

An Answer to Prayer

As the time gets closer for us to leave Nigeria, I get both excited and sad all at the same time. With the hot, humid weather before the rains begin, home sounds especially good: green grass, beautiful flowers, cool weather, and easy living with lots of consistent electricity and clean water. But I also feel torn because of the loved ones we have made here. One of those loved ones is our housekeeper Asabe.

Asabe is a lovely Christian lady. If ever there could be a Nigerian equivalent of Gunda Mitchell, it would be Asabe. She is always dressed immaculately even though she is doing dirty work, is graceful and charming, is deeply devoted to her heavenly Father, and even has a laugh a little like Mom’s. But most of all, she cleans German style! If you have ever been to Nigeria or Germany, you would know how unlikely that combination is! Asabe is a pleasure to work with. Ever since my first cook left, I have gotten to know Asabe better (in spite of her moderate English skills!)

Asabe has survived two husbands and has 6 children, 3 of which are at home and rely on her paycheck. She has modeled many things to me: sacrificial giving during the crisis when she opened up her home and shared what little she had to people left homeless by the rioting, and a cheerful spirit despite some of the difficult life experiences she has undergone. I have been very concerned for Asabe as the time has gotten closer to our leaving. Jobs are hard to find here. I have been praying that God would provide a new employer for her so that there would be no gaps in her income like there was before she came to us.

My househelp and I were all rejoicing this week when God answered this prayer! A new family has come to Jos that I met at our orientation in Charlotte, NC this past May. Asabe has already started working for them one day a week and will begin working full-time as soon as we leave. The new family was willing to wait for her because she is such an excellent employee. What an answer to prayer!

Lisa

Fishing and Hippo Watching in the Heat

Sterling and I just got back from a short fishing trip that was short on fish, but tall on tales. We headed south off the 4,000 foot plateau that we live on. It was quite the adventure. No one knew of any rod and reel fishing on this lake in recent times, but apparently there had been some kind of fishing tournament on the lake that was last held 13 years ago. We set out on a three hour drive hoping to catch Nile perch, which can weigh up to several hundred pounds.
Things were not as we had hoped. There was no easy access to the lake with bank fishing as we had hoped. Last night was spent in tents with an outside temperature over 90 degrees farenheit, no wind, and much humidity. Today warmed up quickly to over 100 degrees. We fished some this morning, but without a bite.
On the good side, I got my first ride in a dugout canoe. We had great company. We did see hippopotami in the water and monkeys in the trees. We successfully warned some of our guys to get out of the way of some of the hippos on the move. Hippos are very aggressive and more people die in Africa from hippo attacks than from any other animal. We had more uniquely African experiences.
We were quite happy to drive back this afternoon and leave the 100 degree temperature. We came back onto the plateau to the first rain of the season. It has been over four months since any rain has fallen. It was 65 degrees while raining. Ahhh! We like the cool and the rain.
Michael J. Mitchell, MD

Hannah the Hillcrest goalie?

I don’t know if it has been mentioned in the past but for the first half of our time in Nigeria, Emily and I played soccer with the neighborhood kids on the field in front of our house. Emily played a lot more than I did, but whenever I did play I really enjoyed the game. Recently it has become so busy that it’s hard to find the time to get out and play with the boys but I still enjoy the game. Anyways, jumping back to the present, soccer tryouts were this week. I can’t really call them tryouts because the team has a no cut policy, but needless to say I made the team. I actually first kind of got the idea when Coach Tolar approached me at school and asked me if I would be willing to be goalie for the girls team. Michelle Palmer, the girl who usually is goalie for the Hillcrest girl’s team, has an injured knee this year and consequently did not come out for the season. So after Coach planted the little seed in my head I got to thinking about trying out and decided why not? There’s a first time for everything right?

So, Wednesday was the first day of practice and it was pretty fun. The field players did their own drills while I did goalie drills. I got out of a bunch of running. Being a goalie is pretty tough on your body though. Just so I could be up to par, I did a couple pre season practices with the goalie from the boy’s varsity team. After one afternoon I was pretty cut up from the ground we practiced diving on. But I guess it’s just part of the job.

But what’s even more crazy is that it looking like (this is based entirely on my own observations, so I can’t say it with 100% certainty) I could be starting goalie for the Hillcrest girl’s team. Our first game is in about 2 weeks, which gives me that long to get good at being goalie. I just hope I can live up to being a starter. So far I have shown my newness to the sport very well. So, we’ll see.

Hannah (18)