Wednesday, May 27, 2009

It's a partnership




I've been thinking a lot about the meaning of the word 'partnership' since we returned from our trip. I looked in the dictionary. I read the words: colleague, ally, joint interest, association. I know we've been 'partnered' with our sister hospice since 2000 and I know that the Foundation for Hospices in Sub-Saharan Africa have made almost 80 partnerships with hospices in the US and Sub-Saharan Africa. But what does that word truly mean and what are the inherant expectations of being partnered with someone or something?
For me, having returned now from my second trip to South Africa, being partnered with our sister hospice means having a sacred covenent with not only the hospice organization itself but also with its staff and employees. I am bound to them as they are bound to me. We are teachers and students to each other. We are work colleagues worried about the same issues. We are human beings struggling with the same concerns and experiencing the same joys. We are brothers and sisters.
Our trip has ended but not our partnership. Our sacred convenent continues. Our work together continues. Our fundraising continues. This blog continues. We need you to help us continue this important work. Won't you please find a way to continue supporting our partnership? Of course, we're always happy to receive donations- money and medical supplies. We also need you. Join our African Committee. Support our fundraisers. Talk about our partnership in your communities. Share your professional expertise.
Thank you my partner.

Stacy

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Back At My Desk

So I am back at my desk, hard to believe that just a few days ago I was on Safari in Kruger National Park and just a few days prior to that I was side by side with my Hospice Brothers and Sisters in Soweto and Johannesburg. I am sorting through emails, catching up on what I missed while I was gone etc, but all the while my mind wanders to my new friends half way across the world and I wonder what they are up to...
People stop me in the hall and ask how was the trip. I answer fabulous, great, exciting, meaningful. All words that really seem inadequate to describe the feelings and growth I experienced as part of this great adventure.

I was really impacted on so many levels it will take time to integrate it all. On a personal level, I am still discovering ways I have grown in my understanding and experience of the human condition. Every time I tell a story I reconfirm for myself just how similar we all really are. No matter where you call home, we all feel joy, fear, pain. It doesn't matter what our challenges, we all find a way to face them, and all have the power to bring our own attitudes to bear on the experience. The most inspirational stories for me were those where a person's choice of attitude conquered seemingly insurmountable circumstances.

On a team level I was able to get to know 6 phenomenal people and began some wonderful new friendships. We laughed and sighed together. We got to know each other really, really well. 24/7 for 2 weeks....Same house, same bus, same outings, and same bathroom. We all got to see beyond the everyday exterior. Blending 7 strong personalities was not always easy but definitely left me respecting the unique strengths and vulnerabilities we each brought to the group. I learned some things about myself and celebrate the gifts I discovered in my peers.

On a Hospice Level, I was honored to be welcomed by such a wonderful team and organization that is our Sister Hospice. The powerful stories and courageous work we witnessed humbled me.

I have so many patient stories and experiences tucked away. I only hope I will do their stories justice as I continue to advocate in their behalf. Of all the patients we visited, I was most impacted by the pediatric unit. I think it was such an impressive unit. But at the end of the day, seeing children ill always cuts to the core. At the daycare, seeing beautiful bright eyed children impacted by the illness or loss of parents made my heart swell with gratitude that they were, for at least part of the day, in such a loving environment.

As for the staff... We were made to feel we were special guests and treated so well. The generosity and care that was bestowed upon us was overwhelming. Staff gave of their time, energy, and resources to make our experience very special. They endured our unending questions and always, always, responded with a smile and genuine joyful spirit. It is a beautiful thing to connect instantly with another... from such a different background.

On a global level, the need is clear. Food, Health care, Employment and Basic Human Rights and Freedoms. This is basic to what every living person needs. In South Africa there have been strides on may fronts but there is still far to go. And as I think of how to help South Africa, I can't help but think how I can do a better job here in my own country. The lessons I learned from South Africa are still applicable right here at home. We really are all walking on the same planet.

Then, I watched the sun rise over the African wilderness, saw a baby Elephant in the shadow of her protective mother, watched Impala with innocent faces graze in harmony, heard the beautiful songs of many colorful birds and remembered that there is a God, a great power of good that we can harness, and there is Hope.

In great appreciation,
Laura


Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Home Again

Home again! We’ve logged in more than 40 hours of air time in the past two weeks and countless more hours in three airports. Days and nights have exchanged places. I’m writing this blog at 4AM. Probably sleep will come and days will normalize after awhile, but how can I ever be the same person as before I left?

It will take weeks and maybe months to fully process all that I’ve witnessed: unshakeable faith in the midst of abject poverty, Africans singing on street corners and in classrooms, the children of Mapetla fluttering around us with extended hands waiting for their Donald Duck stickers, the horrid conditions of the government run hospital where we visited the children’s ward, and by contrast, the Soweto Hospice, so clean and welcoming.

One evening, sitting across the dinner table from our host, Dr. Patrick Mashele, I peppered him with questions about the work of caring for so many impoverished lives. Helped along with a bottle of South African wine, the conversation had turned philosophical. “We are put here,” he said, “to be someone’s ladder.” It was a surprising image that made an immediate impact. It’s not just about lending a hand. We are meant to be ladders, to invite a stepping up, to give someone a foothold and help lift him from his circumstance.

In leaving Soweto, I like to think that our team has done some laddering work. We’ve worked closely with the hospice staff as trainers and consultants while their organization undergoes major change in a desperately struggling economy…..far worse than ours. Maybe we have added a rung or two, or maybe we have simply fortified an existing rung so that more patients can be served. I hope so.

And it has not been a one-sided relationship. Not at all. I came to Soweto wanting a new life experience, yes, but more than that. I came seeking a deeper response to life, a truer sense of my humanity, and a closer relationship with God. I have been lifted too.

Roxie Smith

Monday, May 18, 2009

Reflections of the Soweto pediatric inpatient unit


As an employee of Hospice SA it is amazing how I would attempt with my entire being to avoid entering our Pediatric Ward in Soweto. However my passion gets the best of me all the time as I try with all my might to bypass the ward. I am drawn by the little cry or laughter that fills the corridor. Entering the ward always has the same effect on me: a lump in my throat, tears streaming down my cheeks and a knot in the stomach. As I visit these little people from crib to crib there may be a silent cry “Why Me” or “Please Love Me” perhaps “Hug Me Please.”  I stand dumbfounded as I watch dedicated “Care Giver”, Nurses and Doctors working with so much love and compassion. Some feeding, diaper changing or just holding a crying little one. At time when I am able I would dig deep and contribute to the care. Occasionally I just want to flee from the scene and justify my actions for not caring – How can one so tiny endure so much! How can one turn and run when the need declares this is not fun! How, how do you ask this tiny being to hold on, because tomorrow will be a better day! I salute all hospice workers – you make working at hospice worthwhile. Thank you Stacy and Team for touching the hearts of our Nation. God Bless.

Regards,

Mrs Eugeny Maraba

Center for Palliative Learning, Head of Department

Gift's poem


Below is the poem Gift wrote while a patient in our Soweto hospice:

THE GIFT

By Gift Khontyaphi

 

My Lord I ask you now,

Help us children and me;

To grow up until we die.

I thank you Jesus,

Because you help me when I'm sick,

I thank you Jesus for our mothers,

 Our doctors, our sisters.

They love us so much.

Please Lord help me

To grow up until I die.

I have lots of sickness

Since I have been small

Now I am better

I feel well.

To feel sick is not good

I feel tired

And don’t want to drink my medicine,

I feel sad, I want to see and be with my family.

To die is not alright.

Don’t think about dying.

If you think,

 You are going to die fast.

Because to die is not alright

I want to grow up,

Grow up until I die.

My HIV is not alright 

I want to drink my medicine

Please Lord give us Power

I know children want to grow up

But if you don’t take your medicine

You will die

I feel bad, I feel sad,

I feel naughty, cross and angry,

I feel everything has been stolen from me

My life has no control.

It makes me want to be naughty

Please Lord help me.


My Lord I ask you now,

Help us children and me;

To grow up until we die.