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Guest Opinion: Creating their own fields of dreams

Despite challenges, a proud tradition is growing among Ecuadorian villagers

by Joseph Schwartz

I woke up with a startle and a feeling like someone was slowly driving an ice pick into my neck. Very quickly I realized that I had dozed off on the plane on my way to Ecuador with son Jared. In addition to being squeezed together like sardines, I had the honor of sleeping in positions that are fit for a contortionist. Sadly, I realized that I had already maximized my ability to sleep on a plane and we had not even taken off yet.

My thoughts quickly turned to our medical service trip to Ecuador. It occurred to me that when I made a similar trip the year before, everything was different — different country, different child companion, different group on the trip, different altitude and thankfully, different insects (hopefully, none). So, I wondered, what would this trip really be like — are the social and medical issues that burden the Ecuadorian people similar to what I saw in the Dominican Republic? Are they hampered by similar prejudices and inequities or is their plight controlled by different factors? Would we be able to contribute in a meaningful way to their lives?

Upon waking on the first morning, I could barely restrain my exuberance — not a single mosquito bite to be found; in fact, not a single mosquito anywhere in the vicinity! And no roosters crowing at 3 a.m. Unfortunately, my joy was brief and after astutely looking over at Jared and his chattering teeth, I brilliantly surmised what my body had been feeling for the last few hours — it was freezing. Well, technically about 45 degrees, but far different from the sweltering heat of my prior trips. I felt quite fortunate to be wrapped in the llama-haired blanket until I caught a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized that my eyes were swollen like a raccoon and I looked like Rocky Balboa — it seems that llama hair and my body have a love/hate relationship.

We spent the next days traveling to deliver medical care by day and counting pills by night; both had their own set of challenges. I strived to develop a Zen approach to counting vitamins for two to three hours and I readily admit that I failed. I have been meaning to write a letter to the vitamin manufacturers begging them to simplify their packaging; the Notre Dame students and Jared developed truly brilliant techniques that might someday earn them a Nobel Prize, but I labored at a pathetic pace of about 20 vitamin removals an hour for the first night or two. I was quite relieved to actually start seeing patients so that I would no longer have to undergo this humiliation.

Our medical teams ventured out to small villages 30-45 minutes outside of Quito to deliver medical care. The contrast between the majestic beauty of the Andes surrounding Quito and the abject poverty within the villages was stark. Most had a bombed out look to them — buildings with no walls and just skeletons of structure; trash filling the streets and the fields where the children played. There was very little running water or electricity. Cows, chickens and pigs wandered everywhere, using the village as their "restroom."

Of course this description could apply to other Third World countries, but the spirit of the people is what again amazed me the most. Of the roughly 200 patients that I saw over five days, every single one was kind, respectful and dignified. Most smiled in the face of whatever adversity they were facing and they were happy with whatever we could do for them, which many times was very little.

There was one specific day that depicts the true spirit of the people that I am trying to describe. We finished seeing patients early in the afternoon in what seemed like the most remote and poor village we had visited. I had developed bronchitis and laryngitis by that point in the trip and was relieved to be stopping for a break. As we packed up, the patients that we had seen insisted on taking us on a tour of their village. I thought to myself, what is it that they actually want us to see?

We slowly walked down the dirt path, around some of the biggest pigs I had ever seen (in fact, Jared very nearly tripped and took a mud bath with one of these mammoth animals) and it was soon obvious what these villagers wanted us to see. Amidst this squalor, were some of the most beautiful gardens and personal farms that I have ever seen — they were growing their own broccoli, coffee, squash, corn and tomatoes in neatly and adeptly irrigated small gardens. Granted, I was slightly feverish and possibly hallucinating, but this was a scene straight out of the Field of Dreams or the Garden of Eden. Earlier that day, I had seen a young girl with a severely infected ear from an ear piercing gone bad — she had a severe wound with pus and dried blood surrounding the ear and was developing early signs of a dangerous infection called mastitis. Yet, despite her condition, I remember her bright smile and the look of pride on her face as she and her mother rushed to give us a tomato from their amazing garden.

As we sat the last night and received the gracious words from some of the local officials and our leaders thanking us and praising us for coming on this trip, I couldn't help feeling perplexed. The people who deserved praise and gratitude were the ones living in these villages; they had persevered and they were the ones who made gardens out of rubble. And until I can truly understand how these people can continue to smile despite their hardship and cultivate beautiful farms without any real tools or resources, I am just going to have to keep returning on these trips.

Joseph Schwartz is a family medicine physician at Palo Alto Medical Clinic—Fremont Center, who has lived in Palo Alto for 17 years and has three children. In 2010 he wrote in this space about a similar trip to the Dominican Republic.


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Posted by Hannah
a resident of Greenmeadow
on Jan 19, 2012 at 6:37 pm

awesome and touching :)

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Posted by Alan
a resident of Midtown
on Jan 21, 2012 at 12:41 pm

I envy those who can sleep on airplanes.

Recently, on a trip to New Zealand, a young man on the other side of the aisle from my seat fell asleep even before take off. Subsequntly, the pilot announced that there would be a delay as a fuel pump was not working. Several hours later, the pilot announced that the flight was cancelled and the plane would leave the next day. The young man was then awakened and was startled to find that, no, he wasn't half way to Auckland, but he had never left the S.F. airport. Everyone laughed at his surprise.

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