Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A Sonoma Nurse's Experience in Haiti

I recently had the privilege of interviewing a Sonoma RN about his experience in Haiti just after the earthquake, and writing about it for the Sonoma Valley Sun.  The story ran on February 11, 2010 (http://3hmm.com/thesun/?p=15718) and is reprinted with permission.


Local RN Finds Vast Devastation in Haiti

When Steve Lombardi, a member of the San Francisco Bay Area Disaster Medical Assistance Team (DMAT), watched the news unfold of the disastrous earthquake in Haiti, he assured his fellow RNs in the ICU at Sonoma Valley Hospital that his team would not be going to Haiti because “the DMAT only responds to disasters in the U.S. and its territories.”
Yet, indicative of the unprecedented magnitude of the catastrophe, Lombardi received the automated call for a two-week deployment the next day, the first time his team has responded to an international emergency.
Lombardi, 57, has worked as an RN in the Intensive Care Unit and Emergency Room at Sonoma Valley Hospital for 15 years, and has been a member of the Bay Area’s DMAT CA-6 (being team #6 out of 11 in California) for 2 years. The DMAT is “a team of intermittent federal employees organized under the National Disaster Medical System (NDMS) to provide emergency medical care and to augment local medical capabilities during times of disaster,” according to its Web site, dmatca6.org.
Once on the ground in Haiti, smacked by the heat and humidity, Lombardi found that television coverage did not do justice to the vastness of the devastation. “The rubble of collapsed buildings extended as far as the eye could see,” he said.
Lombardi’s medical facility – a sort of Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (MASH) unit – consisted of a tent erected on the grounds of a golf club in PĂ©tionville, near the helicopter landing zone where supplies were continually flown in. His unit was associated with the 82nd Airborne, working alongside DMATs from New Jersey and Massachusetts.
Medical treatment primarily involved dressing changes and treating infections. Thankfully, there were two births and no fatalities. The type of care practiced was referred to as “treat and street,” where patients were treated, given food and water, and a note telling them when to return for further care. More serious cases were stabilized and evacuated. On their final day in Haiti the team treated its highest number of patients – 640.
Occasionally, strike teams would go out in Humvees and treat people literally on the street. While the strike teams were accompanied by members of the 82nd Airborne for protection, “what they were mainly doing was crowd control,” Lombardi said. “At no time did we feel threatened.”
Despite the inevitable cries of pain, Lombardi found the Haitian people to be very calm and dignified. Children are used to being held, so “they would snuggle right into you – that was relaxing,” he said. Still, it was heart wrenching to witness the stoicism of a three-year-old boy who had lost two fingers hold up his little hand, ready for the painful dressing change that he knew he must endure.
As for accommodations, at night Lombardi and his colleagues would find a spot on the tennis court, unroll a sleeping bag, and cover up with mosquito netting. The millipedes crawling all over the sleeping bags went unnoticed by the second night. There were flush toilets and cold showers available at the American Embassy, but these always had lines. “Sometimes that meant taking your shower at 3 in the morning,” said Lombardi. Wet wipes were put to good use instead.
Lombardi’s workday began at 7 a.m. and continued to sundown, when the Haitians would return to their makeshift shelters. Trying to maintain some sense of normalcy in the midst of chaos, people could be found sweeping and cleaning their immediate surroundings, bathing in a bit of water flowing in the gutters, maintaining their dignity and attempting to carry on. “People who had nothing were very generous with what they had,” said Lombardi. “And they were very appreciative of our help.”
Lombardi made a heartening observation as he witnessed all of the international military support equipment from nations that may have been in conflict with each other, now stripped of their weapons of war and outfitted for humanitarian aid. “If we could have more of that, maybe we’ll be okay.”

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Back to "School"










When I tell people I have a background in physical therapy, I mean it’s way in the background. I haven’t practiced in 22 years, having put my career on hold to answer a higher calling: raising my family. Furthermore, I let my license lapse over a decade ago. I wasn’t even sure if I’d ever go back into PT, feeling that writing, art and design, hobbies I’ve picked up over the years, would be more “fun.”

The disaster in Haiti, however, somehow brought the planets into alignment for me, not only with PT and French, and the timing in my life. Also coincident is the fact that I have developed my faith in the past few years, and I feel really excited about finding a way to do God’s work. I feel no hesitation in my potential to do something useful in this regard.

With my newfound inspiration, I got on the Internet to learn what it would take to get re-licensed. I quickly learned that I will need to sit for the physical therapy board exam again. No surprise there. The process to regain my license is a bit convoluted. It goes something like this:

• Study. A lot.

• Obtain proof of completion of an accredited PT program, Form P1E, from Duke

• Apply for license to the Physical Therapy Board of California (PTBC). Fee: $415

• Obtain from the PTBC authorization to sit for the PT Board Exam. This gives me a 60-day window in which to take the exam, so I need to time this application so that I’ll be ready for the exam within that window.

• Register with the Federation of State Boards of Physical Therapy (FSBPT) to take
a) The National Physical Therapy Exam (NPTE). Fee: $370
b) The California Law Exam, covering laws and regulations related to the practice of physical therapy in California (CLE). Fee: $30

• Schedule the exams through Pro Metric

• Obtain clearance through the Department of Justice and the FBI to be licensed, through Live Scan fingerprinting and criminal record check. This clearance is also only valid for 60 days, so the timing needs to fit with my PTBC license processing.  Fee: $51

• Pass the NPTE (!)

More Internet searching found a review course for the NPTE just a few weeks hence, taking place near my sister Shelly’s home near San Diego. I cleared timing with Shelly, registered for the class, and booked the air travel. First step done. Class fee: $350. Airfare: $147. I’m on my way.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Today is the First Day...

That familiar phrase “Today is the first day of the rest of your life” came true for me towards the end of January 2010. At my Small Group Bible Study on January 25, we were asked to identify our gifts. I came up with a desire to help people and the ability to write. But the catastrophic earthquake had hit Haiti on January 12, and I was consumed with the situation there.

I learned that the official language of Haiti is French. I read that, while there were at the time a lot of doctors converging on Haiti, there would be a continuing need for nurses and physical therapists. Hmm. French. Physical Therapy. Two skills I have that could be put to use as gifts to help in Haiti. My children are old enough to do without me for a few weeks at a time. I’m 50, a halfway point in a good, long life. So, is this the proverbial new beginning? I think it is.