Jambo Kenya!

Nairobi Airport

 

In my quest to become a physician, I looked for every free after-school and summer enrichment opportunity I could find.  In high school this lead to my participation with local programs through the Kentucky AHEC (Area Health Education Centers), hosted in Louisville, Lexington and Bowling Green.  The summer before senior year I traveled to New Orleans for SOAR (Stress on Analytic Reasoning), which directly led to my matriculation to Xavier University of Louisiana a year later.  Whether it was the early trips to these in-state programs or later on to college and medical school, my parents were always there for encouragement and support.  Usually at least one (or sometimes all four) of my parents would accompany me to get settled either for a week, a month or 4 years… to ensure I was safe and secure in the next phase of my journey.  After residency, my dad drove with me from Nashville to Boston, only stopping for gas, so I could make it to the first day of fellowship on time.  Not surprisingly, when it was time to travel to Kenya, I asked my parents if one of them would mind “dropping me off” one more time.  My dad agreed to the challenge and has traveled the 8000+ miles with me this week.  Other than a bit of turbulence, our flight over was mostly unremarkable.  Our first few days have been spent in Nairobi.  Tomorrow we will travel to Mutomo, where I’ll begin my assignment at Our Lady of Lourdes Mission Hospital.

Here are our first few days captured in pictures.  More to come soon…

Fresh off the plane
Sarit Center (Mall)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nairobi National Museum
Nairobi National Museum
Nairobi National Museum
Nairobi National Museum
Urban Eatery
Kibera
Gas Prices 98 KSH / liter
Urban Eatery
Skyline as seen from Nairobi National Park

 

 

Living with No Regrets: Scientist, Educator, Adventure Seeker

Abu Dhabi

Vanderbilt’s Medical School is housed in the Medical Center and shelters the training of both medical students and the biomedical graduate students.  Lucky for me, half of my friends in medical school were graduate students.   One of these friends is Kimberly Mulligan Guy.  She has a dynamic personality and has never met a stranger.  As smart as she is beautiful, she commands the room in professional and social situations.  In June 2015, shortly after I had given my notice, we talked on the phone, just to catch up.  During the call, she said, by the way, I’ve just been offered this opportunity to move to Abu Dhabi.  She expressed her apprehension to moving to a new country, coordinating this move with her husband and transitioning her job in Nashville to the Middle East.  Should she go, she asked… my response… Ummm, Yeah!

Dr. Mulligan Guy received her PhD in Molecular Physiology and Biophysics from Vanderbilt.  After graduation, she took a position as a Resident Scientist in the Center for Science Outreach where among other duties, she investigated the impact scientists positioned full-time in a public school have on secondary education and student interest in science.  These are the skills she carried with her to the students in Abu Dhabi.  During her time there, she not only learned about the education system and culture in the United Arab Emirates, she had the opportunity to travel to Thailand, Egypt and Spain.

After her return to the States, she has accepted a position as the Director of Diversity and Multicultural Affairs in the College of Sciences and Mathematics at Auburn University.  This position allows her to continue to make sure students have the best opportunity to seek their dreams and fulfill their life goals.  We recently reconnected in Toronto and as with any good friend, it was if it was only yesterday (instead of two years ago) since we saw each other.

Today we talk with Kimberly Mulligan Guy about living and working abroad as a scientist and educator.

  1. Tell us a little about yourself.

My father was in the army when I was young so I was born in Colorado Springs, however home is Columbia, SC. I’m the second oldest of five siblings. Both of my parents attended an HBCU and I loved A Different World (I actually still love it, the topics are relevant even in this day and time) so the only real decision was which one I would chose.

If you would have asked me in high school which college I was attending I would have said Xavier University in NOLA (we could have met in undergrad!). However, circumstances led me to make one of the best decisions of my life which was to attend Florida Agricultural & Mechanical University (FAMU) in Tallahassee, FL where I was a chemistry major. My original plan was to become a medical doctor but as a sophomore one of my professors asked if I would work in his laboratory. I needed some extra money (what college student doesn’t?) and it would look great on my medical school application. Little did I know I would fall in love with research and that one opportunity would change the trajectory of my career path.

 

  1. How did you decided to pursue a PhD in Molecular Physiology and Biophysics?

Vanderbilt University has an Interdisciplinary Graduate Program which allows you to conduct research in different labs during your first year prior to deciding which department you would join. The one piece of advice I always give students considering graduate school is to choose your advisor wisely. I didn’t choose a field, I chose a mentor who would allow me the space to figure out what I wanted to do with my degree. I knew going into graduate school that the traditional route of academia might not be for me. The process of science excites me but what I find most fulfilling is helping young people, especially students of color, fall in love with science. My mentor allowed me the freedom to pursue activities which supported my passion. I’m grateful for his recognition there’s more than one way to be a scientist because I had classmates who did not have the same experience. My work with the Vanderbilt Center for Science Outreach during my time in graduate school directly led to my opportunity to work in Abu Dhabi.

 

  1. How did you come across the opportunity to work in Abu Dhabi?

The Vanderbilt Center for Science Outreach has had several very successful collaborations incorporating “real-world” hands-on science into K-12 classrooms. Vanderbilt University already had a partnership with the Abu Dhabi Education Council for a leadership program and when they expressed interest in expanding their STEM programs our office was excited for the opportunity.

I wasn’t included in the original conversations, I don’t think anyone considered I would be interested in moving overseas. My husband was taking me to Barbados for my birthday in June and prior to my leaving I had a meeting with the Director of our office. In passing, I mentioned what a cool opportunity this was for my coworker. While on vacation, I received an email stating I would be perfect for the position but they didn’t think I would be interested in moving but let’s talk when I returned. Fast forward one month later (after numerous conversations with family and friends) I’m packing to move to Abu Dhabi.

 

  1. What were the most challenging aspects of living and working abroad? What were the most rewarding aspects of living and working abroad?

Many of the challenges we experienced while assisting in getting a STEM program off the ground in Abu Dhabi resulted from preconceived notions. You devise a STEM curriculum (which is heavily dependent on what you assume the students have already learned), order your supplies, and train instructors the week before school starts. What could possibly go wrong with this plan? What didn’t is the better question! But I feel many of the issues resulted from not having a good grasp of the school culture going into the situation. I lived in Abu Dhabi full time with another co-worker. Because the people from our office who coordinated the efforts had only visited, I don’t know if they were aware enough to fully prepare us for the challenges we experienced. However, I loved every minute of it and if I didn’t learn anything else, I had a priceless lesson in the importance of being flexible!

I was very fortunate that my husband had a career which allowed him to move with me. The move would have been much more difficult if we didn’t have the opportunity to share in the experience together. We had the opportunity to meet so many wonderful people from all over the world. It was interesting because I was there for the better part of the election cycle. To be able to discuss the rhetoric regarding the Muslim faith with the students and faculty I worked with, to experience the hurt with people I cared so much about, but also be a voice to reassure them all Americans don’t think that way gave me so much hope. The students and faculty I worked with were so inquisitive about my culture and always eager to share theirs with me. I was able to attend Mosque with a coworker during Ramadan, I experienced an Emirate wedding, and went to an iftar for my birthday with a group of friends. Not to mention the beautiful places we were able to visit for the price of traveling from Atlanta to San Diego.

 

  1. How do you counsel your students on balancing life, work and adventure?

The lessons I hope the students I work with take away from their time with me are to find their passion and make it their career; surround themselves with people who have similar goals and push them to be better; never be afraid of failure; be fearless, especially when it comes to seeing the world; and don’t let money dictate your path. Mistakes happen, things don’t go as planned, but you learn from them and keep moving. I want them to live their lives with no regrets and remember to have fun!

Thailand
Thailand
Barbados

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Egypt
Toronto

Out of Sight…? Racism and Medicine

National Museum of African American History and Culture

Through no coordinated efforts on our part, 3 graduates from my high school arrived in New Orleans, LA to attend Xavier University of Louisiana.  When I describe my experience at Xavier to other people, I describe it as the first time I could be unapologetically myself.  It was so empowering to look out on the yard on any given day and feel empowered by people who looked like me striving toward higher education and positive service toward others.  Those four years became more important when re-entering the “real world”, remembering the support and guidance there, helped during the days when I was made to feel less than or underprepared or undervalued.

The fight for equality has been ingrained into my being for as long as I can remember.  My grandmother was not shy in sharing her experiences growing up and prepared me for what we now call micro-aggressions when I started elementary school.  I have no doubt this part of my informal education led me to medicine and then to public health, searching for my own way to level the playing field.  With the current events that have engulfed our country over the past several weeks, I have been struggling to articulate my thoughts and feelings as it relates our country and our profession.  Those feelings that range from anger to disgust to disappointment to despair.

My high school and college classmate, Ashley Harmon, a psychiatrist, made an eloquent statement the other day.  She captured some of those feelings.

 

“No one ever speaks to the complicity within the medical community that tolerates racism. Do my peers understand what it means to be called a Nig–r while providing care to patients? Do you know how it feels to be seen as subhuman and still provide excellent care? Do you understand how I have to remain silent and continue to be unbiased? Do you understand that because I am the defacto leader that I have to provide an example at all times? Do you understand how traumatizing that is? Do you know that medical schools do not teach people of color how to defend themselves? These institutions also do not teach our white peers to defend us either. Administrations look past the person and to the bottom line. Racism and bigotry scream silently down the halls of medical institutions. And we wonder why there are health disparities? The medical community has not even developed a coherent response when one of their own is harmed. How then could the medical community protect others?”

I asked Ashley if she would mind sharing more on this subject today.

  1. Tell us about yourself.

My name is Ashley Harmon and I am a board certified geriatric psychiatrist. Most recently I have been working at a VA on an inpatient unit as an independent contractor but will be coming into the VA as a full-time physician in the fall of 2017. I have been quite mobile since graduating from my fellowship at University of Rochester in NY. I have been blessed to work in several different health care settings including nursing homes, assisted livings, inpatient psychiatry and emergency psychiatry.

 

  1. What led you to the field of Psychiatry?

When I entered medical school, I initially thought I would pursue neurology since I had a fascination with the brain and how it functioned after working as an aid at an assisted living facility. I will never forget an elderly resident that I took care of. She was a God-fearing woman who never forgot her evening prayers, but she was heartbreaking because she forgot her children’s names. I also could not reconcile how this praying woman could become irritable in a moment’s notice and be an adept thief that could rival any professional. We often retrieved resident’s belongings from her purse. I wanted to understand what was wrong with her brain, and why she lost her memory. But as soon as I stepped onto a psychiatric unit during my clinical rotations, I was hooked. It astounded me that someone’s brain was powerful enough to shape their perception of reality and it was wonderful learn about the person behind the illness once their symptoms resolved. I felt that through psychiatry, I would work with the young and old, including those with dementia and try to improve their quality of life.

 

  1. Can you elaborate more on your comments above?

The day I wrote this Facebook post I was quite frustrated and dismayed at the racial tensions and violence that were displayed in Charlottesville and the days after. I was especially alarmed that white supremacists had become so emboldened that they were proudly spouting their ideas and vicious rhetoric. This made me reflect upon the times, in various settings in which I had been called the n-word or my patients of color had to manage knowing another patient was using racist language. Though I deal with emotionally unstable patients, the majority will adhere to social norms despite their illness. And, the majority of cases where I had encountered racist language were not in the midst of psychosis or delirium. It reminded me of instances where even inside the walls of a hospital, a supposed place of healing, racial tensions could easily bubble to the surface. It is always below the surface, unspoken. If racists can proclaim their beliefs loudly in the streets, why must I remain silent in the halls of healing? Prior to taking a sabbatical from the VA, my team was dealing with a man who made racial slurs in front of others. Fortunately, this program had a policy in place to manage incidents like these so there was a feeling of empowerment. This is not the norm. But this made me think of other facilities where policies are not clear and in fact give no recourse for those who would be aggrieved, either patients or staff. And does this not reflect on the way we deal with race in a broader context? Essentially, what I have seen is the policy of reprimand without consequence. This can foster a sense of helplessness which can produce apathy. There is also an ethical argument to be made about not refusing to care for those who believe differently from you. But what if those beliefs could be harmful to others? I think this question becomes even more complicated when dealing with mental health. Ultimately, I believe health institutions encourage the silence because this is a difficult situation and hope it “goes away” along with the discharge of the patient. It is also true that this is the easy way out. But the experience never truly goes away for those who experience the insult. How do I protect my patients? How do I protect myself? Is no place sacred? Even in this place, where my patients of color are trying to obtain stability and healing, they had to deal with someone who thought of them in vile terms and less than human. Daily they had to interact with a person who speaks about them in vile terms, smile, and be appropriate, and all because this person hid behind the cloak of the name “patient”. And I realized that I have been taught to do the same. In all of my education and training, these issues had never been addressed in a formal manner or treated with any consistent seriousness. And I saw myself in the same boat as my patients. The ways in which we address culture and race can significantly impact patient outcomes or minority participation in the health care field. As providers, it can significantly impact our health and our spirit. So what are we to do?

 

  1. How do you see change happening regarding racism in the medical profession?

Medicine tends to focus on patient outcomes (rightfully so) and there is a focus on racial/cultural health disparities. There is little in the medical literature that focuses on the experience of minority physicians nor is there much guidance in how institutions should instruct their providers to empower themselves or their colleagues in this matter. But if we are to truly address these concerns, they must first be discussed. They cannot be swept under the rug since it is indicative of a larger problem.  In medicine, we are taught that to address a problem, we have to first correctly identify it. We have to acknowledge that our peers and colleagues of color have experiences which can be emotionally unsafe and at times traumatizing. I believe we should begin to document the experiences of physicians/practitioners in terms of racist interactions so that we know how prevalent this experience is. Unfortunately, I believe that this experience is quite common and occurs at least once during the career of a practitioner of color. Once we catalog the frequency and quality of these experiences, we can begin to develop an appropriate response. Medical students should have appropriate training and enter into their careers armed with tools and confidence to take care of themselves and others. Though we may not be able to refuse care to patients, we should have a coordinated and consistent response across facilities that lets patients know that this behavior and rhetoric is not acceptable within healing institutions. Our brethren should be empowered alongside us so that we carry a forceful message that will scream louder than the silence of racism.

 

  1. As you know, outside of large cities, some of us may be the only face of color in the department or in the office or hospital.  What advice do you have for our colleagues, those who encounter racism or witness racism in the work environment?

For now, I encourage my colleagues to consistently document these encounters and keep a log. Out of sight is out of mind. I believe that our counterparts may not actually believe that this occurs regularly and therefore does not warrant a coordinated response unless we have the data to prove it. Begin to approach administrators and ask them about what policies are already in place and gauge if they are open to improving these policies and re-educating staff on how to deal with these patients. We will be the only ones to bring this issue to the forefront. We will need to be the champions not only for ourselves, but ultimately for the ones we serve.

 

National Museum of African American History and Culture
National Museum of African American History and Culture

Each Journey Starts with a Single Step…

Grand Canyon

Last week was a special day.  A holiday.  A day I celebrate each year with pride.  I love my birthday and each year I feel increasingly blessed that I have the wonderful opportunity to enjoy this day with family and friends.  I find my birthday a natural point to reflect on where I’ve been and where I’m going.

This week, two years ago, marked the last week in my full-time job and the beginning of my journey as a locums physician.  It represented a re-birth, if you will.  The start of an adventure that in 2017 has led me to embark on a 6 month volunteer assignment in Mutomo, Kenya.  Many people as me, “Why Kenya?”  There is no short answer to this question.  I have wanted to live and work abroad since medical school.  Working with the underserved has always been a part of my mission and purpose in this country and working in a resource poor environment in another country feels like a natural next step as part of my growth as a person and as a physician.  CMMB is an organization that focuses on improving the overall health of women and children in many countries.  Our Lady of Lourdes had a specific need for my skill set and I was matched for a position in their mission hospital.  I have never been to Kenya.  I have only lived out the country for five weeks as a part of a Spanish immersion course in college when I studied in Guadalajara, Mexico.  I lived with a host family and my roommate was a young woman who taught Spanish in Kansas City.  I saved every extra dollar for two years to afford the classes, my dad gifted me his airline miles, my aunts and uncles slipped me fives and tens on the holidays… “to help me get to Mexico”.  It does indeed take a village.  I was grateful for that opportunity and I am grateful for this one.

My village has once again surrounded me in support.  I hope that you will keep me in your thoughts and prayers and I look forward to sharing this experience with you.  I hope that as you approach your birthday, you ask yourself are you living your best life?  You only have one.  Make the most of it!

 

Rock Climbing, Phoenix Arizona