Update from Liberia: Kiran Chawla (Pt.4)
This is the fourth update from Kiran Chawla, an OBGYN volunteering with Saving Mothers in Liberia.
As much as helping patients makes my heart soar — it was the teaching I did today that made me smile from cheek to cheek.
Post-call and running on EMPTY, the day started as each day starts here with rounding on the patients. But today marked the beginning of a new routine: my daily AM sonogram lessons. The attendings are learning AND enjoying it.

I taught Meszenzai, I taught Swaray, and the faces of these men changed. The possible management implications — how to approach a myomectomy, how to handle ovarian masses, etc. They were like kids in a candy store, just wanting more and more and more. And all I wanted to do was give and give and give. It was wonderful.
Emily was adorable… she worked with the midwives sheltering me on my post-call day. Calling Jallah for the active issues… hoping that I could go home and rest. But my drive to want to do more, to push for more, to make my time here fruitful made me stay.
We headed to lunch early, hoping to meet Dr. Johnson, but our meeting was cancelled last minute. Instead, we met Pastor Peter and Pastor Sam. The trip to Bong was settled, the details settled soundly as only they can in Liberia. It was exciting, we were going to meet, teach and spend time with the midwives, the true traditional birth attendants.
Then I was off to teach the PA students about normal labor and the 3 P’s. They were impressive and knew the anatomy very well. Application is where they faltered.
When I returned to the hospital, our septic patient was worse… Dr. Jallah and I decided to operate to remove the infection and the uterus. But we needed clearance from the “The Bossman.” So, I scanned her, the pus was up to her liver and spleen. Dr. Jallah called Dr. Johnson while the patient waited gasping.
To occupy myself while I waited to operate, I went to visit Catarina, Prince and the boys, Charlie and Leo. We ate, we laughed, we just caught up… It was wonderfully perfect. They are my dream. They are the life I want with Ian. Happily married partners. Equal, loving, and joyful. They have sacrificed so much, but it is seemingly worth it. They exude happiness… How I love to be around it.
The call came at 11 p.m. The procedure was approved and the OR was ready. The pus was rancid — it was everywhere, just pouring out of her. The uterus was yellow and ‘sour.’ The hysterectomy was hard, the tissue was poor… I was praying to Waheguru (God) that she would make it. Jallah was grateful we did it together and I was grateful for the ability to help.
Tomorrow, I will train the TBAs — the change of scenery is much needed.