“Taking medicines without food is like washing your hands and drying them with dirt”- Haitian Saying

Partner’s In Health’s slogan is a preferential option for the poor in health care.  They target underserved populations, much like many other health care non-profits.  So what’s different about PIH?

The difference is in how they define “health care.”   It is not simply that they give medicines to people without explanation, expect them to be cured, and then leave the community (like what  happened during the much acclaimed WHO’s Smallpox Eradication Program).  Health care to PIH is the mental well-being of their patients.  Health care to PIH is giving out baskets of food for their patients that are too weak to work.  Health care to PIH is delivering beds to patient’s homes so that they can sleep well.  Health care to PIH is ability of their patients to lead lives that they can be proud of.

Socios En Salud (Partner’s In Health in Spanish) works towards this definition of health care.   That is why they have microfinance program with zero interest loans.  I’m down here working with that program, that is in no way a sustainable program (because of not charging interest), but is nevertheless successful at helping the people who have just finished TB treatment in a way that a sustainable program couldn’t be.  These people take loans, and pay them back in monthly installments.  The money that they pay back goes into a socioeconomic fund, which is then used to provide support such as food baskets or beds.

If we give people treatment for one issue, but fail to address another, what is it we really care about?  The issue we treat, or the people?  You can’t solve every issue, but you can sure try to care more for the people you are treating than the issues you are treating.

A street in Pisco after the earthquake in 2007

A street in Pisco after the earthquake in 2007

Next week, I’ll be heading to Pisco, a town of 100,000 that was destroyed by a 2007 earthquake that was  stronger than the one that happened in Haiti this past January.  As most of the town’s structure and industries crumbled along with its buildings, there is dire need for economic opportunities.  We’re hoping to start our microfinance program down there.  Hopefully I’ll have some cool experiences to write about.  But more than that, hopefully we can work with the people so they can continue on their never-ending road to recovery.

(For those who are wondering why we are having so many earthquakes these days, I happened upon a neat little explanation)

There are about twice as many taxis in Lima as are necessary.  It’s a buyers market.  If you don’t like the price of one taxi, you can easily wait for another.  Bargaining generally works out well for the traveler.  But on Saturday, I wish we had waited for a different taxi.

My volunteer friends and I were going to see a Cumbia concert (Peruvian Cumbia is a mix of Pop and Latin music that everyone here is obsessed with).  After bartering for a few moments, we decided that we had a reasonable fee, and we wanted to just get to the concert.  The fee was 28 soles (Peruvian currency, about 10 dollars).  We told him we were going to a place near the Megaplaza.

While conversing, we told him we were Americans.  He asked if we were Christians, we told him no.  Our conversation was short, and in our opinion, he was a bit rude.  But that happens with taxi drivers and it’s no big deal.  We ended up driving a little past Megaplaza, by about 1 km.  When we got to our destination, the driver asked for a little more money because we had passed our stated destination.  This is a common taxi tactic: They ask for a landmark, and then when you don’t go exactly to the landmark,  they attempt to charge you extra.  Usually, I don’t give them anything, but this time, we gave him 30 soles just to make it an easy payment and avoid asking for the two soles back.

The extra two soles were apparently not enough, he wanted an five extra.  To which I responded that we were not going to pay.  If I were by myself, I would have gotten out of the car, and that would have likely been the end of it.  But, my friend wanted to avoid an argument, so she wanted to pay.  But she didn’t have the money.  Which led to me arguing with the taxi driver for a couple of minutes while waiting for my friend to get out.  This was the opposite of the intended effect.

Right before she had gathered up her change to pay, the agitated taxi driver implored me “But this amount of money is nothing in your country, it’s only 10 dollars.”  And that’s when I really got upset.  But my friend was paying, so I we got out, and I was left to stew on it.

I don’t mind the extra haggling, nor the extra haggling because we are Americans, but it was the incessant rudeness which he demand his money because we were Americans that bothered me.  And we knew it was unfair.  But it does beg the question, just because we can pay more, should we pay more?  Is it right for places to charge foreigners more for things?  I like to consider myself more than a tourist, I am a person  who lives in Peru.  I don’t feel I should pay more for a taxi than a Peruvian does, but in the end, the taxi driver probably needs the money more than I do; however, he should not feel entitled to it any more than I feel entitled for my opportunities because I’m American.

Conversely, I would argue that those who can’t afford to pay should pay less than those who can.  My job here, for example, is dedicated to giving a preferential option for the poor in health care.  That is something I believe in.  And maybe if I thought that the taxi driver were in the business of giving a discount poor people, which was covered by his taking advantage of foreigners, I wouldn’t have minded.  But I doubt that was the case.

For those of you who don’t know, PIH has been a pretty influential organization in the Health World.  Its charismatic co-founder, Paul Farmer, is working with Bill Clinton to be a Special Envoy to Haiti (whatever that means, but it sounds important).  They have treated patients all over the world, in areas that, because of geographic isolation, were once thought impossible to reach.  They now work in 11 countries around the world.

Probably their first large-scale policy change came in their treatment of multi-drug restistant tuberculosis (MDR TB) in the mid-nineties.  The World Health Organization’s (WHO) official stance on MDR TB was that it was not cost effective to treat, and did not pose a major threat (potentially because those who had MDR TB were dying without treatment).

SES kid

PIH’s contacts in Peru begged to differ.  They knew many people with MDR, and they knew it was spreding rapidly throughout  the marginalized areas of Lima. So they went about studying and treating a group of people with MDR TB, the largest cohort ever treated up to that point: 10 patients.  And they found cure rates better than those in the United States.  They were able to barter with drug companies to lower the prices of MDR TB drugs and, in 1998, change the WHO’s policy on MDR TB.  Furthermore, they have been working with Peru’s Ministry of Health to have them adopt their MDR TB treatment program nationally.  In March, PIH in Peru held the a week-long conference training the WHO in TB treatment.

Yes, so they’re kind of a big deal. But the idea behind their success is not revolutionary. They use community health workers.  What that entails is training members of the community to visit patients, make sure they take their medicines, and provide them with support.  This idea works so well because these health workers have either been patients in the past, or have had someone close to them who has had to get treatment for TB.  They know what it’s like to take medicine every day for 6 months, or in some cases of MDR TB, a year and a half.  They know what the patients are thinking and feeling.  They know what the community needs and have ideas how to help with that.  They know it’s worth it to treat patients. They are not doctors, nurses, or statisticians from outside, but people who have grown up their entire lives walking the same streets that they walk to visit patients.  They can’t meander five minutes through the community without getting stopped and asked for help.  And they do help.  It is because of this community-feedback mechanism that PIH has developed it’s mission of integrative health, a topic which I will touch on next week.  But just so you know, these big policy changes and idea shifts did not come from Paul Farmer, they came from people in the community.

As you may know, it was Easter this weekend. Which means everyone in Latin America takes Thursday and Friday off. The other volunteers and I decided to go to Arequipa, a 15 hour bus ride to the south. It’s known as Canyon country. I spent Friday and Saturday hiking, climbing ruins, seeing condors, and seeing the second deepest canyon in the world. It was a lovely extended weekend.
Then came the fifteen hour bus ride back. We made seven hours of the journey. We stopped at two in the morning, and did not move for the rest of the night. I saw lines of cars around us, so I knew we were not in trouble. If we had been reading every piece of Peruvian news, we would have known that the miners were planning on striking; however, we had not been up to date on the current events. We woke up in the morning to find ourselves in a line of buses, filled with people like us, trying to get back to Lima after the holiday.
We were in Chala, a small finishing/mining town. We learned why we had stopped. The government wanted to legitimize an illegitimate mining industry, meaning creating environmental restrictions, and, presumably, taxes. It was seven in the morning, the word on the street was that we might get through the blockade by 1pm. And by blockade I mean 8,000 miners blocking the road, with only 500 policemen.

I heard shots being fired. I saw a helicopter arrive on the beach (at least we were at the beach). I saw tear gas fired. I saw tires burning. I saw 5 buses pass through that had been at the front of the strikes, their windows smashed as concerned Peruvians looked through the broken glass. Thankfully, I was not near the front. Then we heard rumor that some miners had died. The protests had just been moved up a notch. I could see armed military men standing on top of the police station. We would have turned around, but around 100 km behind us, there was another blockade. So we were kinda stuck. The miners never wanted to hurt us, but they did want to make their voices heard. I was never in trouble, just uncomfortable and on edge.
We decided to move 5 km back to a what I would call a trucker stop. Along with about 20 other coach buses (1000 people) we cleaned out the restaurant, the food, and desanitarized the toilets so you couldn’t go to the bathroom without holding your breath. We were in the desert, next to the ocean. I went to bed having eaten one meal that day, but having stocked up on plenty of water. I went to bed calmly, knowing the miners would not come to where we were. I went to bed almost positive that in the morning, we would be on the way to Lima.
The next morning, things started getting ugly, people were screaming at each other about what to do. The bus company wanted to just wait it out. There was not food. Only a small portion of cheese for children. Our bus collectively decided to go back to Arequipa. Some people couldn’t afford to go back and pay for another ticket, so they decided to wait it out. The place was a disaster–no clean toilets, no food, hardly any water. Unfortunate that people were forced to stay there (voluntarily or not). There was no news as to when the blockade at Chala would stop, but it was rumored that things were ugly there. On the other had, it wasn’t clear that we would actually be able to make it past the blockade that was behind us, but we had heard that other buses had made it through the less severe blockade of only 3,000 miners, and no deaths.
We made it back, with only a 45 min stop at the other blockade, and relatively peaceful passing.  Seven hours later we, were in Arequipa. And thus ended my over 48 hours on a bus. We went to the airport, where the government was giving out free military flights back to Lima for those who had been on buses. Why was the government was investing their money in that, rather than in quelling the protests? Well, they didn’t want to give into the miners demands. And they decided to just wait it out. So Monday night, at 12 in the morning, I got on a Peruvian air force plane and flew home. The main reason I got a flight so rapidly, was because I was American. I felt bad.  So did the other volunteers, and two of them stayed behind, to wait there turn in line. I felt it was a situation that did not have a correct response. Any Peruvian would have lambasted me for giving up my opportunity to go home. Yet I didn’t feel it was right. I wanted to stay. Then I started thinking about what would happened if I stayed. Well, I would probably just be getting on a flight the next morning, in front of some other Peruvians, and still feel bad. Really, there was no right answer. I got my house at 3 in the morning, and crashed.

I must first apologize for being MIA (not the musician) for the past month or so. I’ve been getting my feet wet in Lima, Peru, which is considerably larger than Guatemala City. I meant to have a get together in Ann Arbor before I left, but since my turnaround was so quick, I did wasn’t able to get that together.
So what am I doing in Peru? Well, I’m working for Socios En Salud (SES), Partner’s In Health’s Peruvian sister organization (You may have heard of Partner’s In Health through the book Mountains Beyond Mountains or through their work in Haiti). I’ll be working with microfinance again. But with a different twist. These loans will be zero interest loans for patients who have recovered from tuberculosis. Tuberculosis (TB) is a particularly debilitating disease because, for the first month or so of treatment, you have to stay in your house, without having much contact with the outside world so you don’t spread the disease. And that is for the people who catch TB before it is bad. If they are already have coughing up blood and very weakened or if they have Multi-Drug Resistant TB, that rehabilitation is longer and tougher.
It’s not too hard to imagine that many of these patients loose their jobs and ability to generate income for their families. Well, my arm of SES works to help them get back on their feet after they have been cured. Here is a PBS video on what we do:

I’ll be sure to take a more in depth look at things as I get a better idea of what work I will be doing on the ground. Feel free to email me with any questions or comments. Later this week, I’ll be posting about my experience getting caught in a miners’ strike. Have a good day.