Perhaps, if I am really honest with myself, I would admit
that one of the scariest things about moving to Malawi (before we actually did)
was the thought of HIV/AIDS. Not the living among it, nor the disease itself,
but rather that I was married to a surgeon. A surgeon, who by the very nature
of his work would be belly deep in HIV infected blood almost every day of his
life. And in the end, how comforted would you be by the “1 in 3,000,000” chance
of contracting the dreaded illness, if double gloved, if the patient was on
antivirals, and if PEP (Post Exposure Prophylaxis) was started right away?
Yet, as is the case with most ‘dangers’ when living with it
day in and day out, the mind forgets the possibilities of problems around each
corner. Snakes become a part of the garden watched over by the vigilant Jack
Russell, malaria becomes like the common flu where you just take a pill and
recover, spiders become houseguests only thought of if one is unlucky enough to
be bitten, layers of security bars that once obscured the view of Thyolo
mountain become a climbing gym for cooped up boys in the rainy season. And
HIV/AIDS is the disease slowly killing your neighbors but so slowly and so
quietly, it almost doesn’t exist.
But then on a day like yesterday I’m taken back to our
sunroom in Michigan where I remember dreading the unknown country of Malawi, dreading
the possibility of ‘danger’ from poisonous vermin and probable robberies, but
most of all the dread of surgery on HIV positive patients. I suppose if there’s
one thing that Malawi teaches me, it’s that having control over my life is more
of an illusion than a reality, we live in a temporary world, which has the
possibilities to change and to change us without much thought and void of
concern.
Yesterday Ryan came home with that look on his face again.
That look that said, “things are uncertain…” and then he showed me his finger.
A perfect slice, dried blood indicating a cm long cut on his pointer finger.
How celebrated this injury would have been if done while hammering and sawing
boards for a tree house, or cutting vegetables in the kitchen! But it occurred
in surgery, in the Malamulo theatre, double gloved, on an HIV positive patient.
Then, I heard it again, “1 in 3,000,000” chance of
contracting the virus. Double gloved, patient on antivirals, PEP started….and
then it was as if Ryan’s lips were moving but I couldn’t hear any of his words…
(In four years this is Ryan’s 3rd time to go onto PEP, but by far
the worst case, (the previous two from a small needle stick))…
A single moment can change our lives, or not. Sometimes what
happens to us in a split second takes months to realize the impact. And so now we wait, Ryan will take the horrid
PEP daily for a month, (nausea, abdominal pain, diarrhea and lethargy as side
effects) and then he will get tested to check the results.
Sometimes I’m not even sure how or if God protects us from
these perils. Why would He protect us anymore than the 12 yr old girl, raped in
the village by her HIV positive Uncle and consequently infected by the virus?
It’s a choice we made. It’s a possibility we said ‘yes’ to when
we signed up for Malawi. I’m guessing most of our surgical residents have also
thought of this possibility when leaving the comfort of what they know in the USA
to rotate here for 2 months? 2 months that could change their world forever…
So why do I feel I have a right NOT to have HIV in my home when
the community we live in suffers daily because it’s in theirs? We’re not
removed or immune from ‘African problems’, and I don’t want to be either. We
are all God’s people. We are all here (on earth) temporarily, and suffering is
part of the human story. Just how we suffer is sometimes different.
HIV/AIDS affects 10.5% of Malawi’s total population.
But our district of Thyolo has an occurence of 22%.
Of those admitted to Malamulo hospital 70% are HIV positive.
Around 50% of surgical patients are HIV positive.
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16 comments:
We're praying for you: for God's protection, for medications to have their effect with no side effects, and then so much more for Malawi. Thank you for sharing! Brian & Bethany Smith
I can only imagine. Love you guys. You are both in my prayers.
I am moved by the honestly you write with. Tears welling up and sending you and Ryan lots of love and hope. Thanking God so much for the heart you have for the people of Malawi. X
Powerfully written! Praying for both you and Ryan!
I imagine there's a scarred- over, toughened Sharlene that stoically endures during these times, but I'm hugging the inner fragile one that doesn't have to always be strong. Life can be so cruel and I'm so sorry.
Your family are in our prayers...
Prayers In Jesus Name! Scary thoughts but God is always in control. He will always shield and protect Ryan and your family. You are a great writer Sharlene. Your words are encouraging and uplifting.
Trust God he will not contract HIV/Aids. Praying for Ryan.
Thank you Brian! We really could feel Gods power in lifting us up during this time. And knowing you and Bethany were holding us in prayer was so encouraging. Love to you both! Xox
Thanks Les! So glad you are in our lives xox
Thank you Bec. It's friends like you that get us through tough times. Not always in constant communication but we know you're there for us no matter what! Lots of love
Thank you Laura! Really appreciate it. Xox
You're very insightful April and I'm so grateful for your honesty and support. Thanks for the hug too! Xxx
Thank you Misty xox
Thank you for your encouragement, very appreciated! Xox
Thank you Saizi. Your support is welcomed!
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