Friday, April 6, 2007

Happy Birthday to me!


Hi, it's me, Lucie. I'm Holly's cat and I was born in a barn in Mechanicsville, Va exactly 10 years ago today. I remember those early days, when I would pile on top of Roxy, Sugar and the other kittens and nap in the sunshine between feedings. Our mama was a fat, white cat - not unlike yours truly, though my weight is contolled these days.

Before coming to NYC a few years ago, I lived all over Virginia: Church Hill, the Fan, Ashland, Winchester, and Edinburg. I even did a stint in the Outer Banks, but I didn't like all that sand very much. I prefer the mountains to the beach - mountain air is simply better for my coat. But now I'm an uptown city kitty. I enjoy watching pigeons out the window, napping in the bed Barry made me and running laps up and down the hallway in out apartment. I recently overheard Holly's dad George asking "Does Lucie ever AGE?". I took it as a compliment, since I do consider myself quite youthful.

Josh Camp coined the following proclamation: "Hi, I'm Lucie. It's a pleasure to meet me." Please see below for my recent photoshoot in honor of my birthday:


Tuesday, April 3, 2007

A trip to Bennington

Shea and I made a quick jaunt up to Bennington, Vt to see Lali, Mike and Jake the dog. The Lynch family is preparing for the arrival of little boy Lynch who may or may not be named "Ta'Quon Forrest Javier Lynch, IV". Trips to the pediatrician will be made via snowmobile, dirtbike or other perfectly unsafe mode of transportation readily available in their garage. Mike is currently busy with his nose in the baby instruction manual we brought for him. So far he has reached the chapter on "initiating sleep mode".

Bennington's got character, alright. If you're up there in the near future, check out the "Bennington Collects" exhibit at the local museum. Highlights included Pez dispensers, juicers, and slide rulers (my favorite collection, hands down).



Lali looks great - here she is with Shea at the Battle of Bennington monument.




After a sizable feast at the local restaurant:







Jake!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Congratulations Nurse Esme!


Our dear co-worker Nurse Esme just became a mommy! She is adopting this beautiful baby boy from Guatemala. She leaves tomorrow to fly down there and spend a few months getting to know her new son and his homeland. We at St. Luke's are so happy for her and little Pablito! Don't you love his head of hair?? Bon voyage, Esme!

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Give up the dough it's StPatty's, yo


Teetles in da house for St Patty's and it's a cold one. Sarah C was too scared to hit the scene too early, so we let her off the hook till the REAL party started. BarrioChino, evangelical northern Virginians, and a whole lotta traipsing through sleet, ice and more slush.


Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Popovers & Parks: a day with Cassidy & Egan

One of the first spring-like days calls for some good fun with some of my favorite friends in the city. I spent the morning visiting with Patricia and her daughter Cassidy on the U.W.S. We finally made it to the Popover Cafe where Cassidy managed to eat most of my salmon and most of her mommy's popover. I swear that child has the most adventurous palate:
We played around Central Park a little bit so Cassidy could ride the horses. That is, until the big blowout ....(see Cassidy's blog for details). Our park trip was cut a little short after that, but I still had hours of good park time to go...

So, I took the 1 train all the way up to Van Cordlandt Park where I met up with Amy and Egan. Egan told me ALL about General Isiah Porter whose statue stands in front of Van Cordlandt mansion at the north end of the park. Here's Egan trying to hide from us and defending us with his sword. Amy fixed us all yummy pizza back at their place in the Bronx. She also shared a classic piece of collective writing by her 4th graders. See the following post.

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: