Nearly a year has passed since I left one remote village in the Sierra Nevadas for another remote village in the middle of Africa. Talking with friends last night, it finally hit me: I’ll be on a plane in less than 4 weeks now! There is so much to do!

But this morning, I looked outside, expecting (and hoping) for a bit of rain. Not a lot but just enough that I wouldn’t have to go teach sabbath school in the villages. I know, I’m a bad missionary. Instead, I look out and see fog. Instantly I am transported back to a time of simplicity and a place of nostalgia: my grandparents’ beach house on the Northern California Coast. Located right on Highway 1, we got fog regularly. One night we watched the God’s Must be Crazy. I was amazed at the end when he was higher than the cloads. Shortly after, We drove into the coastal mountains and as we reached the top, a fog bank came in and I saw what it was like to look out over the cloads.

Now I understand not only how cool cloads and fog are, but I see how the gods really must be crazy. There are things that I never thought I would understand and there are things that I thought I could never understand here. I saw how things were done and all I could do was wonder how in the world did they come up with that explaination. One example is snake bites:

On of our Traditional Birth Attendents describes to us this pain she is having. Now, let’s all remember that I am not a doctor and have no clinical training except for how to pull teeth (and that’s even a bit sketchy at times…). But I have had my fair share of normal ailments. She describes a pain that sounds just like a sinus infection. Sinuses are a hard topic to explain because it is difficult to show someone what they are. She asked me very seriously if her pain was caused from a snake bite 14 months ago. People told her that it probably was because she was helping people and the tradditional healer didn’t like that so he sent a snake to bite her.

If she had told this to me last fall, I would have probably laughed and told her not to worry about it. But even after 11 months here, I had to stiffle that laugh and seriously tell her not to worry about it. If the snake had truly been poisoness, she would have felt the effects long ago. She is in the clear and should try a saline sinus wash daily.

From the time of Adam and Eve, snakes have been seen as negative omens. This is shown in the anamistic beliefs here. If a snake bites you, you’ve pissed someone off. You don’t go to the doctor but you stay home with different leaves and mud. Theres not much else that can happen at the hospital but they can at least keep the fevers down and the patient hydrated.

Its fascinating to me to hear where modern medicine hits with ancient beliefs. This happens among the educated and the medically inclined. The frustrating part happens when they go to all the trouble of trying to fix something that can’t be fixed but won’t take quinine and tylenol for malaria. When health proffesionals here still believe that killing a chicken will stop a blood clot or that walking in the rain will cause malaria.

Some things are ingrained so deap, it is hard to even start to change a view. It brings up images of a dream within a dream: Inception. The best way we do this happens to be with farming metaphors. Thankfully, my grandparents are farmers and I have had my fair share of little gardens in the past. We ask what happens when you plant your crops too close together and they respond that they get a lower yield, they are sicker, and generally, its a bad thing. We then talk about family planning. There are lots of ooo’s and aaaaahhh’s as they see the importance of saving money by spacing out children. Then we recenly had to add a part about working the land and caring for it. They were all about it and when we said you have to take care of women the same way, there were several shouts of joy and a few looks of shock.

When it came to sleeping around, one man asked, “Well what else are we suppose to do if our wife won’t give us their vagina?” We then launched a mini topic on how sex works, how women take longer to get going, and how that if they made her feel extacy, that they would have no need to go look for other vaginas. A common phrase is “my penis won’t let me sleep” so it soon becomes an excuse for a man to whore around. This then, of course, spreads diesease, most commonly HIV/AIDS and yeast infections.

Litterally, it must be something in the water because everyone and their mother seems to have a yeast infection. Men included. Circumcised. Usually, yeast infections come from an unbalanced flora/fauna habitat in a woman’s body. This can be caused from too many antibiotics, hormone levels, and other contaminates. Men then contract it from the women and can spread it to other women. Of course, this also means that it can happen to even a women who is not sexually active. But for the man to get it, you have have plunged into an infection or two. There is no monosat (or whatever that drug is) here in Chad. Our translator, Naomi, has been trying to get a yeast infection clinic going but its been difficult to obtain large quantities of the vinigar and lime juice that she uses for treatments. Thankfully though, she is doing something to help her community. People come with their 3 wives or one night with their wife and the other night with their girlfriend. From people who work in the field to high poloticians, Naomi with treat them all.

So even though there is some crazy medicinal ideas, some natural remedies actually work. Naomi is using those to treat. We try to inception-ize people to understand that health is more than medicine. Its about a healthy community, good education, oppotunity, and an understanding of what makes up health. As I prepare to go home, I think about all the stuff I have to do, both here and once I’m home. I’ll have to do some fundrasing and some relaxing. If you have any ideas or want to help, just let me know: Nous sommes ensamble. We are together.

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So my friend Allah is sitting here making me feel like I’m back in high school with his choice in music. I’ve been putting off writing this blog for no real reason other than sheer laziness. It might be because the Internet has really been acting up until recently or that there have been a few things that aren’t terribly blog worthy or that I never quite know how I feel about this place. Complaining never helps and especially with the Internet, it can never be taken back. So this’ll just be a general update and maybe I’ll through in a few crazy stories involving bribes, police, the lack of Ebola, Boko Haram presence, Ramadan, rain, and Lil Wayne.

Last I talked about was May, full of babysitting and other craziness (wow….my bad). In June, we had a few weeks of training for our Community Health Workers and Traditional Birth Attendants on nutrition. Sarah Macomber(goingwheregodsendsus.wordpress.com) is a Registered Dietician who assists in the nutrition center down the road from us and did an amazing job entertaining as well as educating our health workers. They loved her example of a tree for the food groups. As a parting gift, everyone got a mango tree (the good one, of course) to remind them of their lessons as well as a point to explain that health isn’t an overnight change. You won’t get fruit from your tree tomorrow but you still have to water and fertilize it today.

The city of Béré has 21 neighborhoods with approximately 38,000 inhabitants. We delivered health lectures from January to April in each one. We worked with our health workers and the chiefs to get them set up and the community really appreciated the information. We decided to expand our health education out to surrounding villages. For the last few weeks, we have been out in the village of Tchoua teaching. Our feedback has been incredibly encouraging and we have thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks to a generous donation to the hospital’s tree project, we have been able to continue the theme of “Health for Tomorrow” in our lectures.

We have had several people come through recently as well from all over the place. Of course, BAH has a close working relationship with Loma Linda University School of Medicine.Three second year medical students from LLUSM spent their summer here rounding and assisting the doctors. We currently have three other students: two medical students from Denmark and one nursing student from Poland. I hope that they all have gotten their appetite wetted for a life of missions. Masha is a nurse from Toronto by way of India who heard of BAH from a previous volunteer (Janna Wagner). Her goal is to eventually work with Doctors Without Borders and being a pediatric nurse here for the last 2 months has thoroughly prepared her to tackle malaria, typhoid, malnutrition as well as assisted in her French skills (I’m jealous because she is learning so fast!!!!). Mason and Kim McDowell are a long term family who just arrived in June. Mason is a nurse anesthetist and Kim is a stay at home mom who doesn’t stay at home so much. Her girls are always asking us where she is since she has taken over the nutrition program while Sarah is on annual leave. She’s grabbed the project by the horns and people from all over the state have been coming to her to find out how to make their malnourished children fat. Charis and I have been assisting in the preparation as well as the lecturing while she handles the numbers and consults.

So that’s the quick and dirty. I’ll throw in a few more stories later this week Internet permitting! And in case your wondering, there is no Ebola in Chad and we haven’t heard of any BokoHaram recently….

Zachary Gately

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Kelo, Tchad
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Wow! Some fun things happening here! With Danae’s parents on annual leave, I’ve been filling in for babysitting a couple of times a week. That hasn’t stopped me from still getting out and adventuring!

The three little Arabs! Raïsa, cousin Karin, and Diana playing before bath time!

Arabic Diana. She’s started to speak gibberish. I guess that’s what happens when each parent speaks 5+ languages.

Addison with a calabash rice bowl on her head in the swing. She doesn’t like naps.

Zane and Addison helping me collect clothes before it rains. We just barely made it!

An impromptu funeral stop. One of our midwives died within the our of us casually arriving for other business. Lots of wailing, grown men crying, and shouting on the first day.

Saturday afternoon we drove to the Monkey Forest. It’s full of vines and trees but no monkeys that day. Chad has a deforestation problem and it was a surprise to see so many non mango or palms.

Sunday we returned to “sit” at the funeral for our midwife with the rest of our crew. We sang, said our condolences, and started a mini insurance group.

Not sure when I’m coming home but I was preparing some bags just incase its sooner than later. Crazy colors!

I know you probably don’t think so but it’s getting greener here!

Found this little guy just chillin by the sidewalk.

Zachary Gately
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L’Hopital Adventiste de Béré
ATTN: Zachary Gately
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Kelo, Tchad
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