tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11474675728294474512024-02-07T05:52:47.233-08:00Tanzania or BustOur family's year-long adventure in AfricaKiyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490997974361939957noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147467572829447451.post-81300257716559070942011-01-26T17:59:00.000-08:002011-01-26T18:00:19.264-08:00We've movedPhysically, we have returned to North Carolina, although this is, probably, not news to most all of you. But my words have a new home too. <a href="http://ourregularlyscheduledprogram.com/">Here</a>, at my new blog. I'd like to call it my "new and improved blog, version 2.0" but I'm not sure that any of those descriptions are true. Except for "new".<br />
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I don't know if Blog 2.0 is going to be anywhere near as interesting (I flatter myself) or anywhere near as closely followed (I <i>really </i>flatter myself) as this one was, but I am not deterred. Come over and say hello; I'd love to hear from you.<br />
-kjd<br />
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Amsterdam is awesome; not just because of its airport, which has a baby care room complete with little bath tubs and changing stations and curtain enclosures with cribs and soft music, or because the airport has a library complete with everything from art folios to childrens' books in various languages; not just because there is an amazingly organized, clean and functioning transit system; not just because the guy who serves you breakfast and a <i>delicious </i>cup of coffee and gives your daughter a plate with sliced cucumbers and butter croissant because it's the only thing she seems to want to eat also spends 10 minutes directing you on the best walking path of the city complete with historical commentary; and not just because there are separate roads, alongside and parallel to the "regular" roads <i>just for bikes</i>. No, not just for those reasons.<br />
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Amsterdam is awesome because people queue. And when it's your turn, it's your turn. And the guy standing behind you in line does try to (or get to) cut in front of you just because all he has to buy is one kilo of sugar.<br />
-kjd<br />
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When I was getting ready to come back to the states a friend (who has spent a significant amount of time living abroad) told me that the adjustment to "home" is often harder than the adjustment to "away." This made sense to me; coming home could be like returning as a stranger to a familiar place without the sense of belonging that I once had. So, when I set foot off the plane I was prepared for a weird transition period, a time of longing for Africa- for the grit and life of it- and of distrust or disgust or uneasiness about America.<br />
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I thought that I would stand aghast at the size of our cars and our waistlines, be stupified by all the choices for everything from toothpaste to apples, and be disgusted by all the big box-stores and our waste. But this hasn't happened. Land Cruisers are the norm in Arusha, so big cars in America just look nicer, not necessarily bigger and there are large African Mamas and skinny people in America. Rather than having to choose between two equally unappealing (in my opinion) brands of toothpaste in Arusha, I know that I can get my <i>Tom's of Maine</i> in any grocery store, so no choice is even necessary. And just yesterday I walked into Babies 'R Us, went straight to the "feeding" section, selected a set of toddler forks and spoons, paid, and, when I got home, recycled the plastic packaging. Ahhhh, recycling. <br />
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This is not to say that I don't miss aspects of my life in Arusha. Mostly, though, the longing is for the people I left behind. I miss Tim. I miss Tanzania Trio and The Browns. I miss lunch dates at <i>Picasso </i>and the feeling that I've really accomplished something just by making it through the day. I do miss that. Things are easy here- very easy- and for most people that means that they freak out about the smallest (insignificant?) things and I find that hard to deal with.<br />
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I do feel like my experience in Tanzania is somehow going to slip away from me; I'm not completely sure (yet) how I've changed as a result of my time there, and that leaves the experience feeling illusory, fleeting, surreal. With that said, the short answer to the question "How does it feel to be back?" is "Comfortable. Right. Natural." And that's a pretty good feeling.<br />
-kjd<br />
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Our week in Western MA was spectacular; there is really nothing better than a week spent in the company of your best friends (except a week spent in the company of your best friends <i>with </i>your husband). The weather and wedding were beautiful, and I will be forever grateful that I was there to see Liz and Nate exchange their vows- and to share a shot with them at the reception!<br />
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On the way home we stopped at my brother's place where he and his girlfriend treated us to a delicious welcome home dinner and we watched a (sort of) spontaneous Halloween parade in Portland's West End. Our first morning in Standish (where my parent's live) Eleanor got right down to the business of playing, which she has been comfortably doing ever since. It rained all day today (sorry readers in Arusha)- a marvelous, cold, gray rain. It's nice to be home.<br />
-kjd<br />
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We are now in Western MA, in the Berkshires. I am reminded of why I love New England, especially in the fall. The leaves have shed their uniform green and are displaying the full spectrum of colors that make them who they are. The weather is remarkably warm, and there is no shortage of rocks, plants, seed pods, and blades of grass to entertain Eleanor's imagination. We are staying in a lovely old home with dear friends from college, taking long walks and bike rides, and drinking wine in front of the fire. Today's mission: buy 200 apples for welcome bags. Look out local apple orchards!<br />
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If it weren't for Tim's absence, it would be pretty much perfect. <br />
-kjd<br />
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Well, in case I haven't, it's all true. And I offer the following as proof:<br />
-kjd<br />
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To date, 9.5 months in:<br />
$23,000 spent on project-related expenses<br />
10,000<span style="font-size: x-small;">+</span> photos taken <br />
1000<span style="font-size: x-small;">+</span> meals, purchased and prepared<br />
450 bottles of soda purchased and distributed <br />
126 ground-truth points recorded<br />
112 surveys completed, 144 outstanding <br />
20 trips, 67 nights and 87 days spent in the field<br />
58 group interviews<br />
13 meetings with professionals<br />
11 employees, plus a few other one-time hires for camp projects, etc.<br />
5 Maasai ceremonies attended<br />
1 man<br />
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Who is this man, you ask. Is he a superhero? Seems like he would have to be, doesn't it. Perhaps. Even if only in his own mind and ours. <br />
-kjd <br />
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The same goes for Eleanor's clothes: I don't want to stop her from exploring the world around her, so there are some clothes which I just don't put her in first thing in the morning, when I know she'll be spending hours outside - in the dust. Generally I do the choosing of outfits, and she happily dons whatever I select. <br />
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This morning, however, Eleanor chose what she wanted to wear, and given my lack of fashion sense I just can't decide: it is totally fashion<i>less</i> or awesomely fashion<i>able</i>?<br />
-kjd<br />
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And sure enough, within minutes we were greeted by the sounds of rain drops on the window ledge outside. It was a glorious hour of light rain, which was all to short in my opinion.<br />
-kjd <br />
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Up until a few months ago I wouldn't have thought twice about there needing to <i>be </i>a recommendation for this- we don't have a television in our home and don't own childrens' videos or have portable DVD players or a Playstation or X-Box or Nintedo or an Atari (remember Atari?!) or whatever it is that children have these days. But then I found the <a href="http://tanzaniain2010.blogspot.com/2010/08/airplanes.html">airplane</a> video which I used one day in a desperate attempt to keep Eleanor entertained long enough to get dinner on the table while Tim was out in the field, and since then she has continued to ask for more. <br />
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I realize that I am on a slippery slope here, especially by giving in to her requests, but I also recognize that NO SCREEN TIME, particularly as she gets older, is not realistic (imagine the fun we'd miss experiencing films like <i>Wall-E </i>or <i>UP </i>with our children) and could ultimately have lasting and unintended consequences. Do I really want to completely deny my children the ability to participate in a thoughtful discussion about <i>Seinfeld </i>or <i>The Simpsons</i> as major social forces in the late 20th Century or the opportunity to laugh (for the 100th time) at <i>Arrested Development</i>. No. I do not.<br />
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So while I still cringe each time I start up the computer, I...scratch that...<u>we</u> are making a concerted effort to set limits to Eleanor's screen time, which thankfully is very easy to do. At least for now. She is allowed one of two things: "<a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6484138201640748049#">For the Birds</a>" from Pixar or something from Sesame Street. And I have to admit, even Tim and I can't get enough of <a href="http://www.sesamestreet.org/video_player/-/pgpv/videoplayer/0/948bed32-43eb-4cc0-80b5-d0f2e8271c62">this</a> Sesame Street video/song called <i>What I Am</i>. I actually look forward to singing along, with Eleanor dancing on my lap. <br />
-kjd<br />
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<span id="goog_177023113"></span><span id="goog_177023114"></span>Kiyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490997974361939957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147467572829447451.post-64073023161354718612010-10-05T02:53:00.000-07:002010-10-06T01:05:16.466-07:00in a previous lifeThis morning I received a gchat from a friend in Arusha asking me to please "explain how seasonal eating works" here in Tanzania where, for many things, there are no seasons. That is to say that we can seemingly get our hands on a plethera of foods (i.e. lettuce, tomatoes [no, not heirloom], squashes, beans...) that are grown all year round. Now, there are some foods that I have noticed have a "season": when we first arrived the mangoes were FABULOUS and we consumed something like 4 every day-- each of us. But generally, are we still eating seasonally if there are no real seasons? If we eat cauliflower coming from Kenya, is that still considered eating seasonally? Is Kenya local? Is it like buying an apple from Virgina when we live in North Carolina (because it's a bordering state) or more akin to buying an apple from New Zealand (because it's a different country)?<br />
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This got me thinking about the fact that in a previous life, Tim and I were "locavores." Does anyone out there remember that? Tim kept a pretty fantastic blog about that experience. "It's funny," he often comments, "We spend a year eating locally and I [Tim] write about it, and then we spend a year living in Africa and you [Kiyah] write about it." Hm. Funny. <br />
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We fared pretty well our first local meal (in Maine). After that it was a lot of pork and ice cream. I mean A LOT of pork and ice cream.<br />
-kjd <br />
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Much to her mother's pleasure, she did not fall off. Or bump her head. She did look rather sheepish after doing it though, which reminds me of another song...<br />
-kjd<br />
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I have thought a lot about this statement. Although the term makes me a little uncomfortable, the sentiment is true. If I wanted to, I could go the whole day without interacting with a Tanzania who wasn't one of the house employees, without using more than standard Swahili greetings. I have ex-pat friends, we go to grocery stores where the Wahindi owners speak English, I attend playgroups at ex-pat restaurants or the International School where English is the language of instruction, my nanny speaks English, my landladies are British...shall I continue?<br />
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But everyday that I leave the property, I come face to face with "black" Africa and the dichotomy does not escape me. I am acutely aware of my good fortune, and of the fact that so many here do not share it; that my opportunities set me <i>so</i> far apart from the average Tanzanian that even making the comparison is somewhat silly. Sometimes I think this serves to make the "black" (real?) African experience all the more visceral. If I were out "there" in it, everyday, wouldn't I grow somewhat accustomed? Hardened?<br />
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It might be a "white" experience, but it still is an African experience. And it is <i>my</i> experience. And as the time draws nearer to it [that experience] being over I have decided that, even if it is "white", it is no less real.<br />
-kjd <br />
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Perhaps the most difficult of these events we learned about just this afternoon; Tim's grandmother, Yvette (Grammy) Roy, passed away (this morning on the East Coast). We hear that it was a peaceful passing surrounded by her loved ones. The news weighs heavily on our hearts, but she lived a long, full life and she will be remembered with love. In life, she was a successful business woman, an honest friend, a devoted wife, a caring mother, and a warm and loving grandmother. We are so glad that she had a chance to meet Eleanor, and that Eleanor could meet her. We will continue to share stories of her teaching Tim to drive, making crepes for her grandchildren at camp, and reminding us of the importance of making wise financial decisions. She was a powerful force in Tim's life, and I'm sure the lives of all her family, and she will be greatly missed.<br />
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Here's to a life long and well lived. Rest in peace, (great) Grammy Roy. <br />
-kjd, tdb, elb<br />
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Well, it seems I've found <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/olive-biscuit-cookies-recipe.html">another</a> way to indulge her desire: I pair the butter with sugar, flour and olives (yes, olives) and cut it into cute little shapes. So she's not eating it right off the block, but really does that make it any more acceptable? For the time being, the answer for me is "Yes. Absolutely."<br />
-kjd <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKNxc0e_T0SA6C4oo70hKTaulARTdP7kr_EcXpBBA5J_D6Q5hww1Tjy34ZeydsZfKJ_AzW_ZyyZkqnqcDb77dRgYblVFCziwiIfm0qxNiwVNnMiWOqeV8OGlP0UEJ311ml9dMUujK0Ew/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKNxc0e_T0SA6C4oo70hKTaulARTdP7kr_EcXpBBA5J_D6Q5hww1Tjy34ZeydsZfKJ_AzW_ZyyZkqnqcDb77dRgYblVFCziwiIfm0qxNiwVNnMiWOqeV8OGlP0UEJ311ml9dMUujK0Ew/s320/005.JPG" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> little fingers.</div>Kiyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490997974361939957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147467572829447451.post-41215168255127212912010-09-27T11:04:00.000-07:002010-09-27T11:04:23.343-07:00An outside following...wtf?For almost 10 months now I have been faithfully putting insightful, poignant, imaginative, humorous posts on this blog. By turns they have made you cry with laughter and weep in sadness; you have savored our adventure stories, and marveled at Eleanor's growth. Surely this is not hyperbole (wink, wink).<br />
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A friend, also living in Arusha, recently revived her long dormant blog as part of an online writing workshop. For a couple of weeks now, she too has been putting insightful and witty posts on her blog. This afternoon I received the following text from her: "Omg! Someone from a reality show in the US commented on my blog!"<br />
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My internal monologue went a little something like this: "I'm sorry...what was that?! Someone that is (a) not related to you or (b) not a really, <i>really</i> good friend commented on your blog? You've only been doing this for like 2 weeks! Wait...WHAT? A reality show?" <br />
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In all seriousness, kudos for writing something that someone "out there" wants to read. Her <a href="http://itskilitime.blogspot.com/">blog</a> <i>is</i> pretty awesome; you should check it out. Especially <a href="http://itskilitime.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-in-arusha-really-you-have-to-stop.html">this</a> post; the "friend" she's going to visit...yeah, that's me.<br />
-kjd<br />
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After long debates and late night discussions, Tim and I decided that it makes the most sense for Eleanor and I not to return to Tanzania after attending my dear <a href="http://lizandnate.nearlyweds.com/sites/index/120231">friends'</a> wedding at the end of October. There are many reasons for this decision, a few of which include:<br />
<ol><li>Making two 24+ hour plane trips alone with an 18 month old in the span of two weeks (and the jet lag that would come with those trips) only to turn around and make them again three weeks later seemed crazy. </li>
<li>Tim will have time to focus on wrapping up his research without feeling guilty about being away from home, he'll be able to leave his wet towels on the floor whenever and wherever he wants, and he'll be able to eat Frosties (aka. Frosted Flakes) three meals a day if he so desires. </li>
<li>Staying home means that Eleanor will be able to have some real QT with her grandparents (both sets) who, I'm certain, are ready to make up for lost time.</li>
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Of course the best reason <i>not </i>to stay in the states: leaving dad in Tanzania while we enjoy live-in daycare (we'll be staying at my parents' house until after Christmas) and having reliable...well...everything. In the end, neither decision seemed to be the obvious one, so we chose the most logical. Mark your calendars. We're coming home.<br />
-kjd <br />
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Two of my favorite go-to lunch-time recipes have become versions adapted from <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/panfried-chickpea-salad-recipe.html">this</a> pan-toasted chick pea salad and <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/honey-balsamic-bean-salad-recipe.html">this</a> 3-bean salad (which I've officially turned into 4-bean salad). They are equally delicious, nutritious, and easy to prepare-- and my family loves them. Although, preparing them does leave me humming a song from my childhood; Molly, I bet you know the one...<br />
-kjd <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrZOXaVyfDE3cfzIDdV55bh6biS9WoFIZnoCI4dZtVWo2dwrFp5zFPicDOPVl9Z1wNzdJS4oktQW3DC5Ft2ba1iXl22w6yMLR_yacyHc2-pYp0motyAE-kJfzLeNOx_-qnTDeSbn8rGQ/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrZOXaVyfDE3cfzIDdV55bh6biS9WoFIZnoCI4dZtVWo2dwrFp5zFPicDOPVl9Z1wNzdJS4oktQW3DC5Ft2ba1iXl22w6yMLR_yacyHc2-pYp0motyAE-kJfzLeNOx_-qnTDeSbn8rGQ/s320/001.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pre-mixing: pan toasted chick peas and leeks, chopped cilantro and red onion, and a curried-yogurt dressing.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNhcLQFuq7Szjhy1MLBIq0ZLYFVlJUl-a3WgL-hcL_Ty_fI_5m60rNY40a3ioHfLT2_qq2KUBvM7BjpyHcA4OXSeK8MqACWc4-wR6z5_JS-Jp5l4qmhLPsq8aQJ8n-T7z5l3TZI8T5Js/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNhcLQFuq7Szjhy1MLBIq0ZLYFVlJUl-a3WgL-hcL_Ty_fI_5m60rNY40a3ioHfLT2_qq2KUBvM7BjpyHcA4OXSeK8MqACWc4-wR6z5_JS-Jp5l4qmhLPsq8aQJ8n-T7z5l3TZI8T5Js/s320/004.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> From Top: green, cannellini, and red kidney beans, and chick peas. All are topped with a honey-balsamic dressing and toasted almonds.</div>Kiyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490997974361939957noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147467572829447451.post-34151504702628337162010-09-24T00:22:00.000-07:002010-10-13T11:35:40.699-07:00A visit with friendsNearly two weeks ago now, our dear friends Kelley and David flew all the way from Carrboro, North Carolina to visit us. We were honored and thrilled to have them visit- and to be able to share our Tanzania life with them. We had a great time at Tim's field site, visiting Tarangire National Park (with our favorite driver/guide Jonas), and experiencing the thrills of downtown Arusha. We were sad to see them go, and look forward to our reunion in NC. Here are a few images from our safari with them. Kelley and David- thank you!<br />
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(Warning: Given the number of animal photos already posted on this blog, I tried to limit images to those that are a little out of the ordinary. Hopefully they work.)<br />
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</div>Kiyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490997974361939957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147467572829447451.post-74292721712431676582010-09-22T01:10:00.000-07:002010-10-13T11:36:55.403-07:00dads and daughtersSometimes they are going to be on the same page; their experiences aligned. Sometimes, they are not. But of one thing I am certain- they will always love each other. After all, dad's are awesome.<br />
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Although I haven't managed to pull it together every night of the week (surely that's going to take some practice, right?), the times that I have managed to put a hot meal on the table that's both delicious (for us parents anyway) and kid-friendly have been a relative success- which is to say that even if she doesn't devour the food, Eleanor sits happily at the table long enough for us all to enjoy the dining experience.<br />
-kjd <br />
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</div>Kiyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490997974361939957noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147467572829447451.post-87707686577655036842010-09-18T11:49:00.000-07:002010-10-13T11:36:01.560-07:00It might not be prettyIt's dry here. Very dry. There are parts of one's body that are especially susceptible to such dryness, and mine have not escaped this fate. The weather has been especially unkind to my feet, which have become particularly thirsty. Several weeks ago Tim and I had another movie night -- Ocean's Eleven. In the film Bernie Mac's character comments that the way to really soften your hands is to slather them in lotion and then wear gloves to bed. This got me thinking...<br />
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It might not be pretty, but my feet are thanking me.<br />
-kjd <br />
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After returning from a night at the Tarangire Safari Lodge with some good friends from NC, I opened my email to learn (from an Arusha friend) that our nanny was suspected by her former employer (also an expat) of being HIV positive. In an email to me, this employer said that "Asina came to work one day with what looked like the chicken pox so we sent her to our friend", who was a doctor. Following her visit, that doctor called the employer and "alluded very strongly to the fact that she [Asina] was HIV positive". The employer, not wanting to confront Asina directly, gave her "ample opportunity to disclose this information to me, and since that day I have been operating under the assumption that she was [HIV positive]."<br />
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We were flabbergasted that this information had been concealed from us, but also a little understanding given the incredible culture of fear that surrounds HIV here. So, after soliciting (oh SO helpful) advice from doctors in Arusha and the states as well as HIV researchers from UNC and Duke, we decided that the risk of transmission to Eleanor was so "vanishingly small", and that the risk that someone else (i.e. a new nanny- a new nanny that Eleanor <i>did not</i> know and love and trust) would also have the disease was so high, that we would continue to employ Asina. <br />
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With that decision made, next came the decision about how we were going to confront her. Tim is a HUGE proponent of honesty (does that surprise anyone to learn?!), so we decided that no matter how awkward we were going to be completely forthcoming. We played through every possible scenario of what we could say, and how she might react. We felt prepared for an long discussion, an awkward hour.<br />
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The one thing we never stopped to consider is that she had no idea about whether she was HIV positive or not. So when I asked her to come upstairs and I told her what we knew (suspected by your previous employer of being HIV positive based on your visit to the doctor that one time) she was shocked. Blindsided. She had no idea. Not only had she never, to her memory, consented to an HIV test, no one- not a doctor not her employer- had told her that she was in fact tested or that the test result showed that she was HIV positive.<br />
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"Well," we thought, " if you've never been tested then the doctor CAN'T know for certain that you are positive. This is a good thing." She told us, though, that the doctor did take blood, but then just gave her medicine and sent her home. An American doctor working in Arusha, a friend of ours, has since confirmed that tests (HIV tests in particular) are performed here without consent <u>all the time</u>. It is horrifyingly commonplace. <br />
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The next 6 hours were spent getting her tested (the test was positive) and then trying to find someone that she could talk to- a doctor, a nurse, a councilor- someone. Anyone. Most of the time she just stared blankly. Empty. When she wasn't doing that she was crying. Weeping. When Tim asked her if there was anyone she could talk to- a friend, a family member- she just shook her head. "They will separate themselves from me, Tim," she said. "There is no one. I know them. It is best for me to just die. That is best." <br />
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We were SO HORRIBLY unprepared. I felt desperate. Tim seemed to hold it together pretty well, but we both knew that we could not leave her alone. Under no circumstances was that an option. We finally found someone to talk to, and by days end she has spoken with the leader of a support group for HIV positive people in Arusha, had liver function test results which showed that she was a candidate for ARVs, and learned that treatment was free (finally...good news?!). That night she sent a text message (which I will never forget) saying that when she first heard the news she was "thinking that it was just best to be killing by[sic] myself" but that with our help she was feeling better.<br />
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Tim and I still trying to come to terms with the experience, but are (1) amazed at the strength that Asina showed by getting tested, and (2) infuriated at a country that (a) understands so little about the disease that someone newly diagnosed can't share the news with most people because he/she will be completely ostracized and (b) allows for the testing of people without their consent and then DOES NOTHING with the information. What kind of doctor does that?<br />
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That night was I giving Eleanor a bath, laughing with her, and I suddenly felt immensely guilty. Here I was, in my fancy apartment, all the opportunity and freedom in the world, happily going about my (healthy) life and this woman, who has spent so much time with us, who cares for our daughter, is sitting in her one room house knowing that she is, and always will be, HIV positive. She will wake up the next day and have to face the reality that it was not a dream. It is real. What makes matters worse for me is, even knowing what I know about the real risks of transmission I still couldn't help feeling a little bit unsure- feeling a little like the chance (for infection of Eleanor) that we were taking by keeping Asina, no matter how small, was still too big.<br />
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Even now, though, reason still wins and Asina is still our nanny. We (Tim, Eleanor and I) are going to be as constant a support for her as we can. At least that is our hope.<br />
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Finally, I thought it prudent to share some of the information that was given to us regarding HIV transmission. It's one small, small thing that I can do to hep reduce the fear of this disease.<br />
-kjd<br />
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<u>Useful information</u><br />
- The most risky practices for transmission include unprotected sexual contact, IV drug use, and direct blood-to-blood contact. The risks for transmission are very low even for sexual contact - on the order of <1/100 for male-to-female sexual exposures, and MUCH lower than that female-to-male. Generally, HIV is surprisingly NON-infectious.<br />
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- Household transmission risks are <i>extremely</i> small. There are a couple documented anecdotes of household transmission out there (e.g., two sisters shared a razor), but it's really really rare. So rare that it's not really studied - we don't have much more than anecdotes. (Search Pubmed for "'household transmission' HIV" and you get 9 hits; "'casual transmission' HIV" gets 17 - only one since 2006.) People do AIDS hospice without getting HIV; for example, of 206 contacts of 90 AIDS patients had NO infections in median 23 months: <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/2118767" target="_blank">http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/<wbr></wbr>pubmed/2118767</a><br />
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- Tears, saliva, and so on all have very small amounts of HIV in them, but even if someone skinned their knee and an infected person licked it clean (not that this would happen), the chances of actually passing HIV from that contact is really very very very small. The virus itself is quite fragile, and will die quickly when exposed to air.<br />
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- Taking ARVs lowers the risk of transmission even more.<br />
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- (CAVEAT: This is for someone in Eleanor's situation specifically, where the pretest risk is so low. See the comment below this post). When testing for HIV, a positive result is MUCH more likely to be a false positive than a true positive - so much more likely to be a false positive, that THREE consecutive positive ELISA tests in a row are as informative as flipping a coin. What does this mean? It seems that HIV is a screening problem with a VERY low pretest probability. If we call the pretest probability 1 in a million, and we say that ELISA antibody testing has a sensitivity of 100%, and a specificity of 99%, then the positive predictive THREE positive tests would give you a positive predictive value of 0.50. The FOURTH positive test in a row would give a PPV of 0.99. Bottom line: if you test positive, test again. It's better to give someone a false positive than a false negative. This is unfortunate, I suppose, but understandable.<br />
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- More information can be obtained <a href="http://www.hiv.com/">here</a>, or <a href="http://www.tanzania.go.tz/hiv_aids.html">here</a> for Tanzania specifically.Kiyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14490997974361939957noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147467572829447451.post-60725200090207943782010-09-11T12:43:00.000-07:002010-09-11T12:43:22.704-07:00are you STILL in Africa?A recent email from a friend with this same title has prompted me to provide an answer.<br />
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Yes. We are very much still here.<br />
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And despite having just had someone truly wonderful time with friends (two different sets of friends at that) from North Carolina we are all feeling quite ready to NOT be in Africa anymore.<br />
-kjd <br />
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