We got something right!

One of my responsibilities, when moving to a new post, is to assess local medical resources. Most cultures are more formal than the American culture, so there are official introductions, sometimes the exchange of small gifts, often tea or coffee, and polite chatting before we get down to the business of me asking, “What can you do for the official Americans in your country?” Not in those words, of course, but that is the real purpose. I will visit the hospital or clinic and ask nosey questions to determine if the facility is acceptable to me, and those I serve.

I continue to be surprised by the hidden jewels I find in the most unexpected of places around the world. I remember the husband-wife MD team—Harvard residencies—working in a truly backwater clinic in Rwanda and, in Guinea, the tropical disease expert from Germany. I have never served anywhere that I couldn’t find at least a few excellent physicians.

Nursing is another matter. Frankly, most of the countries in which I have worked undervalue the nursing discipline, and a few—Guinea and Afghanistan come to mind—don’t recognize the discipline at all. Nursing in these places is an OJT technician job with little formal training and no respect. In more modern countries, nursing usually requires formal education but falls short of the critical thinking required in countries with the highest standards of nursing care.

I recently had dinner with a German nurse who was lamenting that nurses in her country, while highly educated, were underutilized as integral members of the health care team. She was intrigued by advanced practice nursing and commented on the ways in which the German system could benefit from such a program. Finally, she said, “You Americans have really got it right!” Now, there’s a comment I never hear. I usually have to listen to all the things we Americans have wrong.

For Reflections on Nursing Leadership, published by the Honor Society of Nursing, Sigma Theta Tau International.

Prologue to my blog

The advertisement in the nursing journal said, “Deliver primary care to U.S. government employees working in embassies overseas.” That was enough to catch my attention! I was a 40-something single mother with a great nurse practitioner job in Biloxi, Mississippi, but I had a nagging suspicion that there was more to be had if I looked for it. Soon, I was going through the long and frustrating process of applying for the position of foreign-service health practitioner with the U.S. Department of State.

That was 10 years ago and, in subsequent years, I have enjoyed long assignments in Ghana, Guinea, Afghanistan and Pakistan with shorter tours to Mexico, Russia, Hungary, Uzbekistan, Rwanda, Kosovo and Honduras. I am assigned—with consideration of my preference—to a U.S. embassy community to deliver patient care in the medical unit, usually as the sole provider, but sometimes with a State Department physician. The patient load is the run-of-the-mill primary care stuff with some interesting twists along the way. Some are location-specific, such as parasites, malaria, or “acid” bug burns. Some are scary acute-care problems (MIs, cancers and orthopedic nightmares) that my clinic diagnoses, stabilizes—using local resources, when available—and transfers to a medevac center or to tertiary care in the United States.

It isn’t all direct patient care. I am responsible for testing embassy water quality, evaluating food sanitation practices of embassy kitchens, scrutinizing local public health issues that might affect our embassy population, emergency preparedness, health education of the embassy staff and a variety of issues that are in some way related to the health and well being of embassy personnel. It is never boring and I marvel at the range of knowledge I have acquired since taking this job.

The off-work possibilities are boundless. I’ve spent New Year’s Eve in Red Square, ridden horseback to Egypt’s Great Pyramids, climbed through a bamboo forest to photograph mountain gorillas and been a lazy bum on some of the most beautiful, and isolated, beaches in the world.

I’ve met amazing people at every location and learned that, no matter the region or the language, we are all more alike than we are different. I have also seen the poverty, lack of education and poor health care the majority of the world suffers. It devastates me, but I have been able to offer small assistance by volunteering at a children’s center or supporting a local hospice.

Of course, there are some negatives to this employment. While I have attended the major events in my grown children’s lives, such as weddings, I’ve missed just about all of the daily life events. Webcams and Skype phone calls help my seven grandsons remember my face and voice between visits home, but I miss not being with them more often. My youngest daughter traveled with me until 2003, when she returned to the United States for university. Now, I live and travel unaccompanied and sometimes feel out of touch with the U.S. culture, and my family and friends. Still, I know how truly fortunate I have been to reside and work in the world at-large. It isn’t for everyone but it has been a dream-come-true for me.

I recently completed a three-year assignment in Pakistan, an amazing experience. After returning to Washington, D.C. for two months of language training, I’ve now moved to my new assignment, Prague, the capital of the Czech Republic. The past 10 years have taken me to mostly rough, medically underserved locations. For the next three years, I will be in the heart of Europe, and I wonder what that assignment will hold for me. In this blog, I will share my discoveries and adventures and reflect on past ones. I hope you’ll join me.

For Reflections on Nursing Leadership, published by the Honor Society of Nursing, Sigma Theta Tau International