Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Which direction?


Barry and I were dining on Malecon take-out last night at 95 Cabrini and we got to talking about blogs. His is pretty well established - he started it for his semester in Brazil and has been adding to it since. (You can link to it at left). I told him how I haven't done much with mine yet and I keep wondering: do you go backwards or just start with the present and move forwards with events in your life - capturing memories as they happen?

We decided that a timeline - or in my case a "space" line - is in order for our blogs. If I didn't represent the Cougars, Strawderman, Bucknell, Senegal, Richmond and NYC, what would my blog be? Fa what? And of course there's my recent Niger trip, which is what's inspired me to start this thing in the first place.

So - on that note, I will start with Niger and move through space to the mountains of Edinburg, the foothills of the Fouta Djalon, the pool days in Goochland, and the special Parker reunion in Highlands. It'll all make it in there somehow.

This photo is of Bo, Barry and me back in the summer of '05 when Barry moved away from NYC. Since Bo just moved to Portland, I thought I'd pay a little to tribute to him here. He is sorely missed on the hall. (Leysie is in the background, seducing bartenders and causing a general rucous.)

Monday, February 26, 2007

"Fulbrighter" Steph in Niger: a glimpse at a public health issue


My good friend Stephanie is in Niamey, Niger (West Africa - see map) for 6 months. Today is her birthday, and since she's possibly one of the coolest people I know, I am going to tell you a little bit about what she is currently up to. She is in Niamey doing research on the women who undergo obstetrical fistula repair. For those of you who are not medical people, obstetrical fistula is essentially a tear in the wall of a woman's birth canal that results from childbirth gone wrong. That's the least graphic way I can describe it. Why does it occur? If a woman is in labor for an excessively long time, with the baby's head continually pushing against the mother's bones in the pelvic area, the pressure of the baby's head will cut off oxygen supply to the tissue adjacent to the bone. This dead tissue will have become a hole between the birth canal, plus the urethra and/or rectum - and the mother will most likely have delivered a stillborn baby. As if that isn't bad enough, she will then essentially leak urine or feces because of this hole, or fistula.

Obstetrical Fistula (O.F.) is a grave problem in underdeveloped parts of the world, including Africa. It is a complex issue involving many socioeconomic, anatomical and cultural issues. But some of the main reasons behind its prevalence are: girls often marry and deliver babies at a young age; their immature pelvises can have a hard time handling the demands of labor. Girls and women frequently labor in remote areas with limited to no access to modern medical care, including the C-sections that would be indicated in cases of prolonged, obstructed childbirth labor. These girls/women who incur O.F. may smell badly indefinitely until they are able to have the fistula repaired. You can read more about it at the UNFDP's website "Campaign to End Fistula" - see link above.

In recent years several "fistula repair centers" have cropped up across Africa. There has also been a fair amount of press coverage of the centers, of the patients who have had successful repairs, and even of the western medical teams who send over short term repair missions.

When Steph finished her MPH this past May, she started pondering the notion of fistula....afterall, she and I had spent over 2 years in Senegal as health extension volunteers with the Peace Corps. The topic interested her on a personal level - she had known women like the ones she read about, who'd experienced difficulties in childbirth. Here was a population of women who were making international headlines for "finding their way to repair centers in hopes of having OF repair surgery". Stories relayed the life-changing proceedures and how the women were healed and rid of all their worldly problems.

But Steph, who thrives on investigating public health situations first hand, wondered the following: what really happens to these women socially and emotionally through all this? If these patients were on the fringe of village life to begin with once they started leaking urine and smelling bad, were they allowed to return home after repair surgery? What was the experience of being at the hands of western medical teams like? And what were their hopes and fears about reintegrating back into their villages, far from the capital and the fistula center at the national hospital?

Steph took her inquiries to the Fulbight committee, and they, too, saw the value in having someone examine the situation on the ground. She was subsequently awarded a Fulbright grant to take a closer look at the experiences of these fistula patients. She is officially, as they are known in some parts, a "Fulbrighter". (Incidentally, I like saying "Fulbrighter" and try to work it into sentences as much as possible.)

She arrived in Niamey in December and will remain there through May. She has been interviewing the women who currently reside in the fistula compound of the National Hospital in Niamey and getting a sense of where they come from and where they may be headed after their surgeries. Her blog is linked here, so please refer to it for many more wonderful details chronicalling her time and work there.

The photo above is of Steph flipping through some charts of OF patients associated with the non-governmental organization (NGO) in Niamey called DIMOL






This photo is of Steph in front of DIMOL that I took of her in my first week there. DIMOL is one of many NGOs working with OF patients in some conjunction with the national hospital in Niamey, where they go for repair surgery.


This one is of one of the fistula patients:

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Around Niamey:

So on my recent trip to Niger, in northwest Africa, I visited my good friend Stephanie Oppenheimer - shown with me here. She has made a lovely home for herself in the Niamey quartier of "Recasement", a residential section of town with the typical sandy streets and walled family compounds. Here is her house:

And below are some scenes from the neighborhood:


Far from Dakar, there are few paved roads in Niamey and more than a few camels strolling the streets alongside beat-up, white taxicabs that cost 200 CFA to share a ride:

One may hail a cab to get to the Grand Marche, the largest market in town. It looks a little like this, a swirl of people, colors, activities, and more STUFF than you could ever imagine anyone buying:

Friday, February 23, 2007

Leysie the Apple dork

So - I'd been riding the high of my recent trip to Niger for several weeks. And what better way to relive and share the memories than through photographs. Unfortunately, I thought I knew a little more about Mac's iPhoto program than I actually did. Apparently, I had manipulated the file folders on my hard drive past the point of no return. The end result? I couldn't access any of the beautiful photos I'd uploaded from our photo CDs in Niger. the same CDs we painstakingly loaded onto Steph's laptop through the dust film that covered everything in recasement....

I fussed and fumed through shifts in the peds ER at St. Luke's where I work, wondering why I couldn't view my photos. Everyone was asking to see them and here I was telling them, "they're THERE, but they're not really there."

I turned to my fellow Mac lover, Leysa Karas. Within an hour she'd made us appointments at the Apple Store (midtown - the 24 hour house of utter therapy). In the frigid air we made our way to midtown, laptops in hand. The geniuses fixed my iPhoto problem. I became PARKIE P. while she was LEYSIE K. We enjoyed listening to the genius call out "Parkie P.?" Is there a Parkie P. present?".






Here's what our cool names looked like on their genius bar triage screen.






And here's Leysa & I in her new Bushwick loft.

Because "THINGS ARE GONNA BE DIFFERENT IN BROOKLYN."



More to come on the Niger photos...

Friday, February 9, 2007

My first post



Greetings from Cabrini Blvd, my home of 4 years and my little pad in the heights of NYC. I am recently returned from an amazing trip to Niger where I visited my good friend Steph. Here is me in Carol Gardens at my best friend Sarah's apartment. Photography by Stanley Mouse. The profile photo is actually from my annual rollerbirthday extravaganza, held at the Roxy in NYC each year between Xmas and New Years - Barry gets photo credit for that one.

Plans for this blog: images from my rollerdays, my travels, and my life in general. But first to get acquainted with Blogger.... Bonne Ballade!