The doctor in Addis made a diagnosis: reactive arthritis. MSF flew me back to New York, where a specialist confirmed my diagnosis and started me on prednisone. I read up on the disease, having never seen it outside of textbooks. As medical students, we’re taught the mnemonic “can’t see, can’t pee, can’t climb a tree.” I cheerfully informed friends that I could indeed see and pee, but definitely not climb a tree. I read that most people would recover fully within six months, but some would go on to experience chronic or recurrent symptoms.
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ACEP Now: Vol 41 – No 10 – October 2022As I faced my diagnosis at home, the MSF team still in Ethiopia was struck by tragedy: three MSF employees based in Mekelle were killed. Yohannes Halefom Reda, Tedros Gebremariam, and María Hernandez. I never knew them. They worked in a different city, though only 150 miles away. I wondered what went through their minds as they faced the last moments of their lives. Meanwhile, the communication blackout in Tigray meant that I had no way of contacting my colleagues there. I felt both extremely lucky and profoundly pained to be so far away.
My condition gradually started to improve. After two months on high doses of steroids my joint pain had improved, but I was still in daily pain and had limited use of my right hand. My rheumatologist suggested I start a biologic. It would be another two months before I returned to work and three months before I was fully weaned off steroids. I faced the gamut of side effects, including weight gain and moon facies (now immortalized on my hospital ID badge).
Now, it has been over a year since my reactive arthritis first started. I am grateful that I’m 95 percent back to normal. Aside from minor aches and pains, my disease has very little effect on my day-to-day life. But I’m still waiting, month after month, to see if I will ever fully be myself again.
I think about Tigray less than I used to. As is natural, the depth of my sadness has lessened with time. But I still often stop and think, “Are my Ethiopian colleagues ok? Are they alive? Do they have food to eat? Do they wonder why we’ve abandoned them?” I hope they know I still think of them. I want to say that I would be there if I could, that if the political situation allowed it I would return in a heartbeat. But the truth is that my heart is still so heavy with memories of my time there, my illness, and what it did to my family to see me go through it. I hope one day the war will end, and I will be able to visit Tigray and appreciate its beauty and history. I hope my Ethiopian friends will still be there.
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2 Responses to “I Spent Three Months in Northern Ethiopia with MSF. I Will Never Be the Same. ”
October 18, 2022
SenaitHi Doctor,
I am glad to know you are doing great and praying for you to go back to your normal self soon.
In behalf of Ethiopian/Tigrayan descendent I just want to extend my selamta and to let you know how great-full we are for your kindness service.
Thank you so much
Senait
November 29, 2022
Rachel T. MoreskyAs your Columbia University Global Emergency Medicine Fellowship Director responsible for sending you with MSF to Tigray during a conflict, I was admittedly concerned about your security. The government-imposed lockdown of Tigray and the communications blackout affecting the internet, cell phones, and landlines caused me frustration as I could not check in on your safety. Your husband and I texted daily. Having also worked in Tigray as a Global EM Fellow in 2001, precisely 20 years before, I had mixed emotions. I was delighted that you might contribute in valuable ways to the Tigrayan communities; however, I was concerned for your safety. The recent ceasefire took two years too long and getting food and medication into Mekelle. As Alex De Wall has written about for decades, famine and mass starvation are used as weapons of war. https://global.oup.com/academic/product/accountability-for-mass-starvation-9780192864734?lang=en&cc=az
I am grateful to the Tigrayan people, MSF, and your Rheumatologist that you are almost back to normal. I wish you that last 5% soon.