Posted by: Philip Alex | Posted on: February 23rd, 2017 | 0 Comments
It has been a while since we were active on the internet. In cold climates, bears regularly hibernate to tide over the winter, and the website thought it was a bear.
But with the thaw of spring, we stretch our limbs and yawn, and look around to a new year. The snows have gone, and a sense of spring is in the air. This sense has not touched the trees as yet, which are as skeletal as ever but hope of budding and greening trills with the warbles of the ashy drongo which has come to Manali.
We still have pending projects from last year. One operating theatre has been completed and we have started surgery in it. It is SUCH a wonderful thing to have climate controlled conditions. Our patients won’t become hypothermic anymore and surgeons too are most grateful for this change. Laminar flow establishes 25 air changes a minute through the theatre via hepa filters situated above the operative field. A fluid warmer provides warmed iv fluids so we don’t need to give cold saline infusions any more! Now we need to start work on the other ot to bring that also unto this standard, and I suspect this process will take two more months at the least.
Our oxygen plant is still incomplete but we have hope of getting it done now that snow has left the ground permitting workers to complete it.
There are a lot of projects and plans on the anvil for this year.
Watch this space for updates !
Thank you for your support and interest.
We are very thankful to God for another year to look forward to and work here in Manali.
Posted by: Philip Alex | Posted on: December 26th, 2016 | 0 Comments
Christmas is in the air. A bite of cold wind, portent of a long awaited winter. The trees have shed their leaves and seem ready, as every one is, for the first snow. It is difficult to believe that one year has sped by.
This year has seen the hospital continue to grow. New team members, Dr. Dennis Martin, Orthopedic Surgeon, and his wife Ms. Sharel, who finished her M.Ph. both from Christian Medical College Vellore, joined us earlier in the year. Dr. Josy Thomas, General Surgeon and his wife Dr. Amy and little boy Mark, also from Vellore, joined us mid year. Dr. Ranjit Christopher, our previous administrator and Ms. Pushpa, Social worker, moved to Thane after a decade with us. Dr. Christopher handed over to two administrators Ms. Christina Dhas Sankhro and Mr. Thomas Mathai. Our junior doctors from last year left to pursue post- graduation. Drs. Shefali William, Dr. Shireen Chacko and Dr. Neerav Aruldas, have since joined to take their place. Dr. Ajit Albert continues with us, having been with us for two years. Dr. Chris Shin (Medicine) and Dr. Taehee Shin (Dental) continue to partner with us from Interserve. Dr. Riya has been our dentist now for the fourth consecutive year. Ms. Anuradha Garg has established a medical records section, and Ashish Giri has joined as an Occupational therapist both trained from Vellore,. Ms. Usha joined us as social worker and Ms. Pinki as Office assistant. Professionally, we have continued to move toward our goals of providing an appropriate standard of care at an affordable cost in the spirit of Jesus. The provision of orthopedic surgery has been a great asset to the people. With advancement come advancing needs for equipment, and we testify to God’s faithfulness in providing all our needs. Besides new lab equipment, operating lights and a new ventilator kindly provided by Interserve, we are in the process of introducing laminar flow in our operating rooms, and installing an oxygen plant on campus. A wonderful Christmas gift will be a new ambulance to replace
our older one, which has done so many miles the odometer is tired of recording them.
Our forays into the community under Dr. Bishan Shasni have been very well received and people from far-flung areas of Lahaul Spiti and Pangi have started travelling all the way to reach our hospital as a result of the surgical and medical camps we conducted in those areas, reaching around 2600 people, for the third consecutive year. They have now come to trust us and look forward to these camps, compared to three years ago when we first encountered fear and suspicion.
Being the salt and light is not difficult when we are keenly aware that all that we are and do is a direct consequence of obedience to our Heavenly Father. It removes the compulsion to seek to “perform” or “accomplish” and replaces it with a need to “obey” and “be”. We would like this knowledge to permeate all that we do and plan for the next year. We have seen the growth of the institution, of people, the church, and of each other over the years and are keenly aware that all of us are still a “work in progress”. To continue to be changed into His image is a wonderful aspiration for the New Year.
We have so many encouraging stories of families and individuals whose lives have been touched. Stories of healing, of restoration, and of renewal. These stories permit us to press on and persevere in what we clearly have come to recognize, as the work of God in Manali.
From all of us in Manali, we wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Blessed New Year.
Posted by: Philip Alex | Posted on: November 30th, 2016 | 0 Comments
The Annual day was a resounding success in all respects. Great fun, great music, dancing, skits, and bonhomie. The food was astounding, and the post dinner dancing addictive. All the staff came together to put up a fantastic program in record time. The theme was love, with exhortation to above all love each other deeply…. taken from 1 Peter 4:8
All the presentations underscored this theme, and came together to produce a seamless two hours of fun and entertainment.
We are grateful to the Daystar school staff and the DUF home also who helped us with this program.
A wonderful time was had by all.
Posted by: Philip Alex | Posted on: November 30th, 2016 | 0 Comments
We present our hospital staff photo, long overdue. From 60 employees in 2004, we have swelled to 112, nearly double, though our bed strength has risen by only five. We are therefore comfortably placed for employment. We are reluctant to raise the bed strength or expand too rapidly. We believe we can provide the best care with our existing framework in the circumstances we are currently in. We are grateful for each and every one of our employees.
Posted by: Philip Alex | Posted on: October 16th, 2016 | 0 Comments
The Chandrabhagha river slices a gorge through gargantuan granite cliffs that make the Pangi valley simultaneously inaccessible and breathtakingly beautiful. An unprotected road blasted three hundred feet high above the river along the side of granite and shale provides the only access into the valley. The journey is a bone rattling, nail biting, dust coated ordeal from anywhere between thirteen to sixteen hours. One has to wonder, while negotiating the precipitous curves, what would have led people to journey so far into wild inhospitable terrain to live? Myth and folklore have it that the Pangwalis, as they are known, were runaway criminals, or slaves fleeing from an irate king. The twenty thousand people here are evidently ethnically different, with peaked features, sharp eyes and aquiline noses.
Our team of twenty seven packed into two tempo travellers one pick up truck and one SUV bounced and jiggled their way to the sub divisional headquarters in Pangi called Killar, the location of government offices and the only hospital in the entire region. The hospital itself is a ramshackle wood and stone structure, dark, dingy, much like a subterranean cavern complete with rocks that serve for steps at the entrance. Our staff formed a human chain and unloaded our equipment, including our operating microscope, operating light, cautery machine, ultrasound machine, autoclave, and the entire stock of medicines and consumables which we needed. Every item had to be brought in, down to the sticking plaster. Having unloaded all this, we retired to our guest houses to wash off the grime and dust.
Just before dinner, our team leader, Dr. Bishan Shasni received a distress call from the government doctors at the hospital. They had a young lady who was in shock, whom they thought probably had an ectopic pregnancy that had burst inside her abdomen and was bleeding. Another short statured teenage mother had been in labor for two days and was probably having obstructed labor. The doctors there could not help, and these patients would not make it out to another hospital alive. Our operative and anesthetic staff piled into our vehicles and raced to the hospital.
Over there we found that the lady with the probable ectopic had been in shock for the past three hours. Her blood pressure was not recordable, she was pale, and her abdomen was extremely tender to touch. The pregnant mother was fully dilated (which means that the mouth of her uterus had opened completely) but the baby was stuck. Apparently she was in this state for the past six hours.
We really did not have a choice. The operating theatre in the civil hospital is generally unused, utilized only when teams like ours come in to operate. It was not fumigated by us or cleaned by our staff, who have a time tested ritual to sterilize the operating environment. They usually spend one day doing just this. We had just arrived, and had planned to sterilize the theatre the next day. But this situation required a solution that could not be postponed. Our team swung into action.
Within half an hour they had the basic equipment ready and a functional operational table ready to go. We used this time to resuscitate both patients with iv fluids and prepare them for surgery. Our radiologist Dr. Uma Shankar confirmed our suspicions of a ruptured ectopic with the portable ultrasound machine we had brought with us. With a hurried prayer, we rushed the lady with the burst ectopic pregnancy onto the operating table. Our anesthetist Dr. Prashant Varghese quickly intubated the patient and had her ready for the knife. There was two litres of blood in the belly, and indeed the right tube had an ectopic pregnancy which was bleeding. The bleeding was controlled, the ectopic removed safely and within the hour the patient was extubated and returned safely to the ward, now with a recordable blood pressure. The table was immediately readied for the lady with the obstructed labor. By now, our gynaecologist Dr. Priya had arrived, after a harrowing journey when her vehicle went off the road and nearly over the precipice after having reached Killar town. She had left from Manali after us and was travelling alone. Unfazed despite this ,she rolled her sleeves up and operated on the lady, delivering a healthy baby in a matter of minutes, a baby who to our great reassurance protested loudly at his extrication,. The baby was breech (upside down in the mothers tummy, with its hindquarters presenting first).
The next day, both patients were doing well, the lady with the ectopic sitting up and smiling, wan and pale, but well. The young Nepali couple were thrilled with their little one, who was sleeping peacefully next to his mother who herself looked like a school girl. With a huge sigh of relief, our team resumed the normal pattern of our camps, setting up rooms for ultrasound, eye examinations, a pharmacy and consultations, and the theatre staff started their magical transformation of the theatre into a sterile haven for surgeries.
Patients poured in, clamouring and jockeying with each other for precedence to be seen. Our staff had worked out a numbering system by which they would be seen, but they did not want to follow it. Eventually, the melee subsided, and some semblance of orderly consultations commenced. Patients were examined by the doctors, tested in the laboratory, x rayed or sent for ultrasound examinations. The ultrasound machine was the rage. Every one wanted an ultrasound, even those with headache foot pain, shoulder pain and knee pain. They were very hard to dissuade or be convinced that the magical black screen would not help them. We even heard the patients leaving the consultation whisper to those waiting to be seen “Say you have abdominal pain, not knee pain” so that they could justify the use of the box with the wand that uncovers all secrets of the body. Dr. Uma bravely soldiered on doing about seventy ultrasound examinations every day.
Rounds were conducted twice a day, and we came face to face with the fear and trepidation that the people live with. The lack of any viable health services for emergencies have filled the people with fear which is written large on their faces. It took a lot of convincing, cajoling and humourous reassurance to get them to relax and believe that their wounds were not going to burst or explode, or some other drastic complication happen to them. Those who were well enough to go home were unwilling to leave, wanting to stay till all the sutures were removed. However beds were limited and every day there was a new wave of surgeries to be done.
All the operations went well. There were no complications, and even our two emergent cases did not develop any wound infection, which was truly the grace of God. The eye team of Dr. Satish and Naveen were overwhelmed by the need of surgeries to be performed. We were very aware of the overshadowing grace and presence of God through all the days we were there. It was with great joy and a sense of accomplishment that we loaded up our vehicles again on the last day for our return to Manali. A brief visit to a mountain lake nearby provided a welcome break on the last day, an opportunity for all to experience the joy of walking mountain trails and revel in the beauty all around.
We are very grateful that we could do this camp again this year. We are grateful to all those who came, and worked hard to provide hope and healing to a people deprived of the chance for safe surgery. We are also humbled that God would so prepare us and providentially plan for us to be there to save those three lives that first night, an testimony to His great love for the people of Pangi.
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Posted by: Philip Alex | Posted on: July 16th, 2016 | 0 Comments
We are grateful to Dr. Khup Minsong, eye surgeon for conducting a camp here in LWH Manali and operating on patients providing cataract surgery here in Manali. Dr. Khup has a long history of experience with eye surgery having practiced for many years in various locations all over India.
Posted by: Philip Alex | Posted on: July 14th, 2016 | 0 Comments
Dr. Dhruv Ghosh operated on a six year old child who had presented with a large mass in the abdomen and pain every time he ate something. Imaging had shown a huge cyst in his abdomen. Intra operatively it was found to be a large cystic mesenteric lymphangioma. The child underwent a resection anastomosis and has been discharged well. Thanks Dr. Dhruv!
Posted by: Philip Alex | Posted on: July 14th, 2016 | 0 Comments
Dr. Dhruv Ghosh operated on a four year old with a large left sided diaphragmatic hernia with a sac (eventration). The four year old child could not be taken to any higher centre and was malnourished. The child stood the surgery very well and has been discharged home. Thanks Dr. Dhruv!
The intraoperative photo shows the repair.
Posted by: Philip Alex | Posted on: July 14th, 2016 | 0 Comments
A seventy five year old gentleman came with the history of an irreducible swelling in the groin for a day and inability to pass stool or flatus. On the operating table he was found to have a Littre’s hernia. He had a Meckel’s diverticulum in a femoral hernia which was gangrenous. He underwent resection anastomosis and repair successfully.
Posted by: Philip Alex | Posted on: April 8th, 2016 | 0 Comments
I returned from George Ani’s funeral on the 3rd of February 2016.
Equating the familiar mental image of his twinkling smile and that easy shake of his head with his now still body was a surreal impossibility. He was killed by a speeding vehicle while on a cycle from Vellore to Bangalore. Time then froze into a snapshot framed by Annie his wife, his bewildered kids, as wafting waves of incense stirred the heated air. The seismic shock of the moment fragmented into a barrage of questions and suppositions which whirled with the fan stirred wind, each shouting, but echoed by a silence bereft of answers. Here is the transcript of my message at his funeral. It is an attempt to find meaning and hope, and offer that hope to all those who hurt as we do.
“I stand here today on behalf of my family, my wife Anna and my son Nathaniel. I come on behalf of the Lady Willingdon Hospital Manali, and also on behalf of the many mission hospitals all over the North of India. I stand here today also on behalf of thousands of patients not only in the Kullu valley and beyond, but also on behalf of many thousands of patients in remote locations all over India.
I knew George from his student days. The songs we sang at his funeral were songs we had sung together with him. I watched him grow and mature, graduate, and go for postgraduate training to C.M.C. Vellore in E.N.T. Watched as he became an exemplary surgeon. By this time we were in Manali mission hospital. Manali mission hospital is the only viable hope for patients in the Kullu valley and beyond the 13500 foot Rohtang pass which isolates 45000 people beyond its natural barrier. George first came by himself for an ENT camp to Manali six years ago. Seeing the immense need he help set us up with all the necessary equipment for regular camps. He subsequently came to us faithfully twice every year for the next six years. He personally motivated other ent surgeons to accompany him. His department supported him in this endeavour. He used to come for four or five days, in which time he would see three to four hundred patients and perform ten to fourteen complicated surgeries before his return to vellore. This was a huge boon to so many patients, for whom access to this sort of service would normally mean an eight hour drive to Chandigarh and huge costs, both of which were beyond the reach of many.
I would like to share two stories from his times with us. Both stories have to do with time. The first is about a three year old boy called Man Singh, the son of a daily labourer who was brought to us with stridor and a progressive inability to breathe. We could only think of diphtheria, or croup, none of which fit into his pattern of presentation. We put a tube down his windpipe and put the boy on a ventilator to keep him alive. We talked to the father about taking the boy down to a higher centre but were greeted with that glazed expression which we know means that we might has well have suggested taking his child to the moon. The father of the boy asked us to remove the machine and give him the boy so he could take him home to die. But George was scheduled to come the next day. I persuaded the father to permit us to keep the boy till George had come to see him. He agreed. George came, saw the boy and diagnosed a rare condition of congenital abductor palsy where the vocal cords are unable to open thereby causing the difficulty in breathing. He then performed a surgery by trying to lateralise the cords and inserted a tracheostomy tube below the vocal cords through which the child could breath. The child was discharged well and has subsequently been seeing George for the next two years. Last September George advised us to remove the tracheostomy tube. This child who was now five was discharged completely well. If George had been even a day late, I would not have been able to persuade the father to keep the child and the child would be dead. Here in Kerala you may not be able to understand why a father would rather choose death for his child than the option of taking the child to a higher centre, but that is the reality that a large proportion of India lives with. God however, had chosen George to come just at the right time so that this boy could live.
The second story is from the very last time George was with us last September. He had travelled overnight by taxi from Mussourie where he finished a camp. He had seen about three hundred patients, and had performed twelve surgeries in Manali. He had to leave by bus at five pm and had just commenced his last surgery, a modified radical mastoidectomy at two thirty pm. This surgery normally takes anywhere between three to six hours. I was considering alternate travel arrangements when at four thirty I saw George outside with his bag. He said that he felt God’s hand permitting him to finish the surgery in record time. He was able to get on to his bus in time.
Today, as we see him lying still, many of us have questions. Some of the questions are about time. Most of these questions do not have answers. Some of those questions are suppositions that open oppressive doors of guilt or fear. But George would not have us live under these shadows. His times were undoubtedly in the hands of the Lord of the universe. And he lived a full life, filling the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run. So it is our unbelief that questions the progress of time in the Master’s hand. We have to believe that God knows exactly what He is doing, though it does not take away our pain or furnish answers to a shrouded future. We don’t know what the future holds, but we do know who holds the future. And so, we can come to say thank you. Thank you George for who you are, for your smile, your humility and for your passion for life and to see God’s kingdom come here on earth. Thank God for the privilege we have of knowing George. We can hope, because we know that this hope will not disappoint us, because of God’s love that has been poured out in our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us. (Rom 5:5).