Sunday, October 9, 2011

Medical Mission with Liga International

Liga International Medical Mission to El Fuerte, Sinaloa, Mexico
(for information about the organization,  go to ligainternational.org)
In April 2009, I went on a medical mission with an organization called Liga International, to El Fuerte, Sinaloa Mexico.   The whole experience was pretty incredible; it  is hard to capture it all in words.
Why did I go on a “medical mission” to Mexico?  I am not a medical professional, but my field of expertise is ‘medical sociology’ or as I prefer to say Sociology of Health and Medicine.  My geographical focus has been Latin America, specifically Mexico.  I also speak Spanish pretty fluently, and have studied medical Spanish and so I volunteered as an interpreter, which they need because a lot of the docs don’t speak Spanish.
Why Liga International?  One of my MedSoc students told me about Liga at the beginning of the semester.  Liga International is an organization of pilots, medical professionals (general, internal, eye, dental, pediatric, ortho, pharm, nurses, etc.), nurses, medical students, and other volunteers (i.e. Spanish interpreters) who run a monthly clinic in the remote mountainous rural farming towns of El Fuerte, San Blas and El Carrizo, located in the north of Sinaloa, Mexico.  The first weekend of every month, about 15 to 20 small planes (such as the Baron Beechcraft, 4 seater, which I flew in; it is much like flying in a small sedan in terms of size) fly some 40-50 medical and support volunteers into northern Sinaloa to staff the clinics.

Me w/Julie (one of the pilots) and a volunteer Doctor with the plane
The experience was remarkable in that I had the opportunity to fly in a small aircraft to a remote part of Mexico,  AND I had the chance to see first-hand a lot of the stuff- in regard to doctor-patient interaction in cross cultural settings, rural health, etc.) I read and teach about as an assist Prof of Sociology at a local Cal State University.  Since I was a volunteer, it didn’t cost me a lot- just the price of my hotel room and food, as well as a fuel fee (about $200).  (And air-sickness (read on!) and lack of sleep and probably exposure to some kind of flu bug all of which have since resolved.)
Below are some of my experiences and impressions….

The Liga organization/clinic works with local Mexican volunteers, including doctors and students.  The students helped organize and run triage in the morning, and then ran the waiting room in the afternoon, distributing patients to the various clinics.
Friday afternoon in El Fuerte.  We arrived in El Fuerte by about 2:30pm.  I was in a state of severe motion sickness.  The trip was fine for the first 3 hour leg between John Wayne and Ciudad Obregon, where we went through customs and fueled up.  On the trip from Obregon to Fuerte, Jack drove the plane (Julie and Jack are a husband-wife pilot team) and he did this little hotdog maneuver when we took off, plus there was turbulence landing, so I was pretty green in the face. 

Me in a state of severe motion sickness

The pilots had the taxi drop my at my hotel, the El Fuerte ($50 night for room w/two bed tho’ I was on my own; very new and comfy for Mexico J ), and went on to their hotel, the El Torres, just down the street.  I showered, and went for a walk to deal with the motion sickness.  I checked out the local Mercado municipal, which was tiny and mostly shut down given the time of day, and then decided to head to the clinic to help set up as it was about 4pm. 
The clinic is at the northern end of town, about a 10 minute walk to the central park and El Fuerte hotel.  I arrived and met Winnie, the clinic coordinator.  Winnie is an amazing woman- calm and centered despite being in demand from every direction from volunteers trying to find supplies, and set up for the Saturday clinic, and at the same time deal with the long line of patients already lined up to go through triage and get their “ficha” (appointment time).

The clinic
I Arrived at the clinic on Friday at 4, met Winnie and Lucy, and began to help organize supplies for the Pharmacy, OR, and exam rooms.
While I was helping put supplies away in the pharmacy  on Friday afternoon, Dr. J  arrived.  Since a good number of patients had been through triage and were waiting around, Dr J and I went to work for a couple of hours. (Dr. J was the General Med doc and since he spoke very little Spanish I was assigned to him to translate.)  I was anxious and stressed about my translating skills, as it had been a while since I had worked in a Spanish language medical setting, but Fri afternoon helped warm me up and I figured out which words I needed to look up/review. 
Lucky me, the first patient we saw was a woman in her early 50’s who was suffering from hemorriods!    It was great to translate for a few hours on Friday as it have me a good sense of what vocabulary I needed to review!  (see below). 
We worked for several hours that evening and then from 9-5 the following day, with only a brief 15 minute break to eat a small lunch at 1pm.  I was shattered- to be speaking in two languages all day was extremely draining, plus after sitting all day in a chair in a freezing cold room (the clinic had wicked AC) my  head and low back was killing me. 
On both Fri and Sat eve after clinic, Dr. J and I walked back to town together and agreed to meet up in an hour for dinner.   El Fuerte is a charming colonial town, and because of the tourism (it is located at the southern end of the Copper Canyon, near Los Mochis) it has numerous hotels and posadas that are lovely and reasonably priced, as well as restaurants and bars that offer good local cuisine (fishing and farming are the basis of the economy in N. Sinaloa).  On Fri we had dinner at the Choza Hotel (really good food, but was too motion sick to really enjoy it) w/4 other Liga volunteers, two of whom were a father-son team; the kids was 13 and very smart and helpful, it was great to see a dad and son doing this kind of work together (they were on the religious side; they blessed dinner before we ate).  On Sat eve, Dr. J and I met up w/another Liga pilot/Dr (yes, some of these amazing people are both pilots w/their own planes AND doctors) for a fabulous dinner at the Hidalgo Posada, which I could barely eat as I was STILL motion sick and simply too exhausted to eat or talk (but I did a fine job of drinking a margarita and sipping a straight shot of Patron!).  Unfortunately, I did not sleep well either night, despite having a rather comfortable (for Mexico) bed; I was ill from eating too late and the motion sickness.
The patients that impacted me the most.   As luck would have it the first patient we saw was a middle aged woman with hemorrhoids.  Imagine having to translate that!  Luckily I did know that word in Spanish ;)
Triage on Sat morning was my favorite part of the experience.  I worked with Winnie from 8-9am, on Sat morning.  The way triage works is that all the patients line up on Friday afternoon and Saturday morning, and fill out their medical form/record (some have been to the clinic previously) and tell us the reason they want to see the doctor today.  Based on their complaint, they were designated an appointment time in the following clinics: General Medicine, Internal Medicine, Ortho, Pediatrics, Dentist and Eye. 
Saturday morning Triage
Most of the people were elderly, women with children, and a few teenagers and young adults.  Most are farmers  from the outlying rural areas and their only access to medical care is through private clinic’s like Liga’s. 
By the end of Sat we had treated 300 people in the clinic; There was also an operating room running that did 13 operations on Saturday, including several hernia, varicose vein, and cataract operations. 
Patients that impacted me most:
- A woman in her early-to-mid thirties who worked as a tomato packer from 8 am to 12 midnight for six months out of the year (the other six months tomato work is out of season) came into the clinic with uncontrollable tremors.  Dr. J diagnosed her as psychosomatic right away, after doing a few muscle and reflex tests on her.  He was like “done” with her, saying he could do and recommend nothing. Next patient!  I was so sad for her, wishing I could provide more information about mental health services, etc. but that was not part of the clinic.
-A 17 year old girl who fell off of a moving vehicle 1 year prior, damaging nerves in her right arm and a keloid scar on her lip (unfortunate case of really bad surgery/no PT on both counts).  The girl does not speak.  She does not go to school but sits home all day reading and watching tv (admittedly the school is far away, she lives in the campo/country).  Literally, she is so shy that she is incapable of speaking to us so her mother accompanies her to the clinic and so she is there to hear Dr. Jay say that she (the mother) is protecting and coddling her daughter and the kid needs to be more independent and get an education!
- WE also saw many elderly men and women who had severe musculo-skeletal pain, headaches, backaches, etc.  And no wonder as the nature of their work is literally backbreaking (farming, living in the country). 
-The prevalence of diabetes/obesity, high blood pressure, dehydration, eye problems/cataracts was astounding.  Also, the numerous hernias, varicose veins dental problems and childhood birth defects of all types.
-sense of time; asking the patients, “when did you begin to feel this ----- symptom was pointless.  The concept of time was confusing- “it hit me a while ago” could mean a few hours, days, weeks or years.  It was also difficult to get the elderly to focus on one particular issue/pain/problem.  All of their aches and pains were connected and a long involved narrative was required to explain it all- something Dr. J did not have time for! He’d say to them, “ok, point to the ONE place on your body that hurts” to get  them to focus!  In some ways I felt like what was happening was a “cultural encounter” in which the indigenous/campesino could capture the benefit/mojo of western/American medicine….?  Leads into dependency issues…..
                -me pego – the illness/pain “hit me”
                -profuse musculoskeletal complaints (because of hard work), headaches
                -
Health consequences for me!  Fibromyalgia flare for 10 days plus!

Some of the frequently used words and phrases, several  of which I had to look up!
-respira/inhala hondo – inhale deeply
-desmayos/desmayerse – to faint
-latidos; le late rapido/violentamente - heartbeats
-patear- to kick
-entumido- numbness
-aguda- Sharp/ dolor apagado – dull
-derrame – stroke
-vision borrosa – blurred visiĆ³n
- escallofrios- chills
- erupcionesd de la piel
- materia fecal/orina
-rascar- to itch
-bultos- lumps
-Quistes- parasites
-mormullo- murmer

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Central American Migrants at 'Lecherias', Mexico

In Spring of 2008, I was in Mexico on a Fulbright grant, working on my 'health and immigration policy in North America' project. During this time I made several field trips to the Railroad tracks (Las Vias, or Lecherias) just outside of Mexico City, where Central American Migrants hop on the cargo train north, to the US-Mexico Border. I went with fellow activists, Paty and Anita, who had been working for months with the migrants at "Las Vias" alongside the Human Rights Commission of the State of Mexico.  Paty is a local activist, Anita is a lawyer and fellow Fulbrighter.

(left to right) Paty, me, Anita

The vast majority of migrants that come through Las Vias (at southern end of rail map below), in the STate of  Mexico are from Central America and are traveling to a US (and occasionally Canadian) destination.

Rail Map:  Lecherias is north of Mexico City.
Patricia (Paty) Camarena is a local activist who visits the rail tracks/Las Vias 3-5 times a week, bringing food, clothes, medical supplies,  and even advice and prayers about how to get on the train without getting killed.  Paty is Anita's contact and it is she that takes us out to Las Vias.  She is motivated to help the Central American migrants passing through her 'back yard' because her brother disappeared about 8 years ago, at the age of 28, when migrating from Mexico to the US.  Since then, she has been working with the Central American migrants where she lives in the city of Ecatepec, in the state of Mexico.   We arrive at her house at about 9am, after taking an hour taxi-ride direct from the Condesa to her house in Ecatepec. 
Pati  has been up all night, only sleeping about 3 hours, cooking rice, beans and potatoes/hot dogs for the migrants.  She takes us to her computer, where she shows us hundreds of photos, and some video, of the migrants hopping the train, and those individuals she has helped over the years, as well as other individuals who she has developed ties with, ranging from the local coyotes (migrant smugglers) and bomberos (firemen) and Comision de Derechos Humanos (CDH- Human Rights Commission), as well as other local women bringing food, and researchers/applied professionals such as myself and Anita.  Some of the photos are very graphic - loss of limb, injury due to beatings (several pictures at the end of this blog).
 
Offering meals to migrants at Las Vias/Lecherias.
Photo by Paty Camarena

We typically arrived at the Vias at around 11am, with large containers of rice, beans, potatoes, tortillas, water.  The migrants lined up and we served them food and water.  It was all very orderly and they were very respectful and thankful for the food.  On average we served from 100-150 migrants a meal and water each day....
One day, the food went fast- LOTS of migrants, even two women in the group under the highway pass.  The migrants are so well-mannered, as soon as we say ‘a comer, bien formados’ they line up and take whatever food we give them.  Today it was rice, beans, tortillas, boiled egg, and a potato pancake.  We ran out and ended up buying food from the torta/taco man who sells to the migrants for at least an additional 13 people.  One day, there were so many people who showed up- close to 200, that we could only feed about 150.   I paid for tacos from a nearby vendor for the other 50 @ 2 tacos each for $1.

EAch time we were at Lecherias, representatives from the state of Mexico Human Righs Commission (CDH) were there to support us and record the services provided by Pati and the CDH.  The CDH had very little in the way of medical supplies lacking even the following: bandages, tape, alcohol, peroxide, electrolytes, pain medication, aspirin, alkaseltzer, etc. 

After we served the food and treated the most urgent medical problems, we sat around and waited for the train.  Often, Paty and Anita would identify minors and migrants requiring legal and/or medical advice, and then arrange for a taxi to take them to nearby service agency (in so doing, we could not directly offer the migrant cash or use of our cell phones).  Paty would also offer advice about how to get on the train, and what to do when arriving further north.

"Typical" migrant gear, the baseball cap, backpack and cardboard.

Resting before catching the cargo train.

On one visit one of the migrants was practicing jumping on the train and he fell, scraping his knee (there was a bit of blood and gravel was embedded in the wound); nothing too serious, but it needed to be cleaned and treated to avoid infection.  We did the best we could with the CDH supplies, but it was not a good bandage job as they used cotton instead of a real bandage, and the cotton embedded itself in the wound- a recipe for infection. 


A Red Cross ambulance came by and they took a look at the migrant’s wound, but would not treat him, saying that he had to go to the hospital with them to get the wound properly cleansed if he wanted it treated, they wouldn’t do it right in the field.  I found this odd, that the ambulance paramedics didn’t have the capacity to triage the injury in the field; Paty said it wasn't a matter of capacity but prejudice, and that one of the paramedics had an attitude that he did not want to treat the migrants.

The beast.

At about 2pm, the migrants started getting ready for the train, packing up what little gear they had (most were traveling with nothing but the clothes on their backs) and filling their water bottles and stretching out their muscles.  They began to line up on one side of the tracks, where it is easier to jump on the train.  The train was late and the tension was rising as they waited.  Finally, after being loaded with cargo cars, the train pulled out of the ‘garitas’ (gates) and began to move through the underpass where all the migrants were waiting.  It was moving pretty slow, and most of the men managed to jump on and find a spot to sit. 
Migrants attempt to board...

There were no accidents except in the case of this Mexican couple from VeraCruz who were traveling to Chihuahua to work, and had had an accident and lost their car, and were now jumping the train because they had no money or other way of getting north.  The woman had a hard time jumping on the train, even though it was moving pretty slow.  On the first try, she fell and her husband/partner threw his body on hers to make sure she didn’t fall under the train.  It was pretty scary, but they were not seriously hurt and so got up and managed to hop on successfully the second time.  Unfortunately, at that point, the train stopped and started moving backwards, back into the garitas.  Apparently, it was a false start and it was to be loaded with more cargo.  Since the migrants will get busted if they are caught on the train once it passes through the garitas, they had to jump off and wait for it to come back through again.  This time, however, when the train came through, it was going extremely fast and very few were able to jump on.

Success at catching the train.

Most of the migrants are young men, occasionally women, and close to 80% from Honduras.

Today, as the train pulled out, we saw a lot more women on the train as it pulled out; there are obviously other places along the VIAS/rails where people are hanging out, waiting for the train.  Perhaps the underpass where we give out food is seen as too ‘busy’ w’lots of male migrants and so women stay away from those areas?

Young Honduran migrants traveling to the US.

On several visits I brought medical supplies and provided some very basic first aid.  Gave out a whole bottle of advil and half a pack of migraine medicine to those presenting with (‘dolores de la cabaza y el estomago y los musculos’) headache, stomachache, flu/gripa, golpes/blows from falls/train, etc.  I also treated a few small wounds with alcohol, peroxide and Neosporin, providing bandaides and taping up a few sprained ankles, knees, and a wrist.   They were asking for: aspirin for headache, flu/gripa medicine, stomach ache/food poisoning, fever, red eyes/visine, blistered feet, athletes feet, etc.  There is also a problem with skin infections, ear aches.


Photo by Paty Camarena


Anita talking with several young migrants.
Photo by Paty Camarena

Photo by Paty Camarena

The vast majority of migrants are young men from Honduras, about 80% at least, and the rest from Guatemala (and a few Mexicans).  They are migrants to all points in the North: San Francisco, Los Angeles (Inglewood), Seattle, Vancouver Canada, Houston, New York, New Jersey.

Each field trip was pretty intense because I felt a bit like a fraud (I am a sociologist, not a medical doctor!) and I felt like I just did NOT have the supplies and the organization I needed to take care of the aches and pains of the migrants….  I was even persuaded to give my socks to a migrant whose feet were blistered and had no socks…. I managed to retain my tennis shoes at the very least, even though another migrant asked me for them (again!) – I have such big feet for a girl (they never ask Anita or Paty)!

Below are some (increasingly graphic) images of the serious health problems migrants encounter along the transit, ranging from blistered feet to loss of limb....

PLEASE NOTE:  THESE IMAGES GET INCREASINGLY GRAPHIC....


















Blisters and fungus infection from walking and water exposure



Suturing wounds from beating.  Photo by Paty Camarena


Wounds from beating. Photo by Paty Camarena

VERY GRAPHIC IMAGES BELOW- DO NOT LOOK IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO BLOOD
Pati also told us about the previous day, when a migrant fell from the train and his foot was run over, requiring medical care and eventual amputation of part of the foot, she took the man to several different hospitals before she found one who would accept him because he is not legally in the country and he couldn’t pay.  The law says that hospitals must treat all people coming in, regardless of legal status and ability to pay, if they are in ‘critical’ condition.  Apparently, bleeding profusely from a mutilated limb is not ‘critical’ enough for many hospitals.  The following photos are of a loss of arm and leg from falling off the train. 
VERY GRAPHIC IMAGES BELOW- DO NOT LOOK IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO BLOOD




VERY GRAPHIC IMAGES BELOW- DO NOT LOOK IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO BLOOD

 

Photo by Paty Camarena
Photo by Paty Camarena
Photo by Paty Camarena

Citizens or Consumers? Mexican Seasonal Agricultural Workers in Leamington, Canada

On Sunday August 9, 2009, at approximately 10pm, 41 year old Abraham Soto-Lopez was killed on impact after being struck by a car on Road 3 East in Kingsville-Leamington, Ontario Canada.  Despite wearing a shirt with reflectors while riding his bicycle - a common mode of transportation for the thousands of Mexicans who work in Essex County greenhouses each year -he was struck and left for dead on the side of the road.    Soto-Lopez had been in Canada eight months trying to earn money to support his wife and several children back in Mexico.  Soto-Lopez is one more casualty among a growing number of bicycle deaths, due to increasing numbers of migrant cyclists and the lack of adequate bike paths along the rural roads between farms and commercial centers of Essex County.  At the heart of migrant worker bicycle deaths – many of which are hit and run – lies a question about the citizenship rights Faulk 2000) of the temporary agricultural workers in Canada who grow much of the inexpensive and delicious groceries we purchase in stores throughout North America.   


1.5 billion dollars of trade goes from the Windsor-Leamington area of Ontario Canada to the US via the Ambassador Bridge to Detroit

Why should we care about migrants like Mr. Soto-Lopez?  Because they represent how neoliberal immigration and trade policies (such as NAFTA and the Security and Prosperity Partnership) contribute to social inequality and health disparities by increasing economic prosperity for some at the expense – even death- of others.  For example, each day 1.5 billion dollars of trade goes from the Windsor-Leamington area of Ontario Canada to the US via the Ambassador Bridge to Detroit.  A large part of that trade is produce:  Leamington, Ontario is the “Tomato Capital” of North America, home to Heinz and the largest number of commercial greenhouses in North America. 


Me in front of the Leamington 'giant tomato'

The need for skilled temporary greenhouse labor draws the majority of Canada’s approximately 15,000 Mexican migrant workers to Leamington via the Seasonal Agricultural Workers Program (SAWP).  Since the inception of the SAWP in 1966, many migrants return annually to work for the same employer, and consequently end up living most of the year in Canada, establishing families, businesses and communities (Preibisch 2007).  Of the 60,000 permanent residents in the Leamington-Kingsville area, Mexicans have become a significant cultural and economic force yet remain “citizens at the margin” (Gabriel and MacDonald 2007). 
Because it is the city with the highest percentage of Latin Americans in Canada, Leamington has its own Mexican Consulate.  According to Mexican Consul General Eusebio del Cueto, the minimum wage for agricultural labor is $9.50 an hour and many work 8-10 hours a day (50 hours a week), earning approximately $500 a week, after taxes.  Given that there are 15,000 Mexican migrants living and working in Leamington, their weekly net earnings total $6,750,000.  About 65-75% of total wages are sent to Mexico as remittances, which leaves approximately $1,687,000 for migrants to spend locally.  Much of this money is spent on food (30-40%), the rest on alcohol/entertainment and on consumer goods. 
The growing economic and cultural power of Mexican migrants and immigrants in Leamington has led to a proliferation of Latino businesses and cultural events.  A tour of the town reveals numerous Latino-Canadian grocers and restaurants.






Some restaurants even offer “servicio hasta su farma”.....

 

There is also a Latino Futbol league....



 .....and Latino music and dance events....


...several churches offer Mass in Spanish.



Compared to the few business and cultural events reflecting other (Caribbean, Mediterranean, Vietnamese) immigrant influences in the area the Mexican presence is remarkable.  However, since the passage of NAFTA IN 1994, restrictive immigration policies and increasing reliance on temporary migrant labor has led to the institutionalization of exchanges (via cultural events, shopping trips, and union support) that provide pathways for migrants to access economic – but not social – forms of citizenship (Basok 2004; Goldring 2007). 

For example, in 2002 a group of concerned local residents established the Migrant Worker Community Program which focuses on brokering cultural and economic exchanges between migrants and local residents through Cinco de Mayo celebrations and Sidewalk Sales, as well as biking safety workshops, english classes and shopping excursions for migrants to Niagara, Windsor and Detroit. 
 

Front door of Migrant Worker Community Program


Flyer for bicycle safety workshop


In theory, migrant workers are not citizens, yet the reality of their long-term presence and contribution to the local (and national) economy begs the question of access to certain social welfare citizenship rights.  Civil society organizations in Leamington (and across North America) have taken up this question in numerous ways, yet a clear trend toward promoting economic and social versus legal and political forms of citizenship exists. 

As migrants’ access to economic opportunities (in terms of both earning and spending) increases, access to social and human services is limited at best.  In particular, utilization of health and social services is stymied by Visa requirements that mandate employers must transport workers to and from rural farms to clinics.  Additionally, migrant workers and their employers routinely express reluctance to take time off of work to visit a local clinic for preventative care.  Rather, it is common practice for employers to simply take migrants to the local emergency room (even in non-emergency cases) for medical care
Migrant and Employer enter ER for medical services.
To address problems between agricultural workers and employees, the United Food and Commercial Worker’s (UFCW) Union in Canada established its first Agricultural Workers Support Center in Leamington in 2002. 


While both the MWCP and UFCW-AWSC seek to “support” migrant agricultural workers, they do so to different effect.  The MWCP promotes access to limited (social and economic) citizenship rights in ways that reify the outsider status of migrants, whereas the UFCW-AWSC provides workers access to more lasting (legal and political) forms of citizenship.  In sum, Mexican migrants and immigrants remain economic and cultural consumers, but not full citizens, of Leamington, Canada.

Recommended Resources
Basok, Tanya. "Post-national Citizenship, Social Exclusion and Migrant Rights: Mexican Seasonal Workers in Canada." Citizenship Studies 8, no. 1 (2004).
Falk, Richard. "The Decline of Citizenship in an Era of Globalization." Citizenship Studies 4, no. 1 (2000).
Gabriel, Christina, and Laura Macdonald. "Migration and Citizenship Rights in a New North American Space." In Requiem or Revival? The Promise of North American Integration, by Isabel Studer and Carol Wise. Washington DC: Brookings Institution Press, 2007.
Goldring, Luin, Carolina Berinstein, and Judith Bernhard. "Institutionalization precarious immigration status in Canada." Toronto: CERLAC, 2007.
Preibisch, Kerry. Patterns of Social Exclusions and Inclusion of Migrant Workers in Rural Canada. The University of Guelph, 2007.
Yuval-Davis, Nira. "The Multi-Layerd Citizen: Citizenship in the Age of 'Glocalization'." International Feminist Journal of Politics 1, no. 1 (1999).