|Shunga hospital theatre entrance|
|Treatment room - very basic|
Wednesday 6th June : Shunga hospital is 24 miles from Kasulu. The road is described as ‘excellent’ by Christine, the German nurse-administrator of the hospital. It takes 75 minutes of juddering and bouncing to get there.
Dr Ndege is on holiday and I have promised to visit at least weekly to see surgical problems. Christine has arranged two operations for me, but asks me to look at a little girl who has been injured. A small mine has exploded – perhaps an unwise momento from a conflict in Burundi – and several children have been injured. One did not survive, and the girl I am shown is desperately ill, and needs a major operation to explore a wound of her abdomen.
The theatre is well-organised and clean. There is a sister to help me. A simple injection anaesthetic (ketamine for the medically qualified blogger) allows me to open and repair a serious bowel injury. The child’s life hangs in the balance, but she now has a chance. I will see her again in a few days, but meanwhile Christine and her team will care for her expertly.
The other operations completed, and a handful of outpatients seen, we have ‘lunch’ at 4 pm, and set off along the dusty road home.
"Team Africa" : a photo of us together taken this morning. The dust is so terrible on the road to college we've found this lovely footpath instead . We're both well as you can see, and look much the same as ever - a bit browner and dustier!