Ain’t No Mountain High Enough!

Maybe you’ve heard our amazing news about our amazing Chris Bombardier! The FIRST person with hemophilia to summit Mt. Everest, Mt. Vinson… and well, all Seven Summits!
Chris sits on the board of Save One Life, the nonprofit that I founded, and he shares my love of mountains and my passion for helping people with hemophilia suffering without treatment in developing countries. Together, we are trying to improve their lives.
Our deepest thanks go to Chris, and also to Octapharma, because this manufacturer of human protein products funded these last two mountain climbs, which are expensive and out of reach of most people. Octapharma helped make this dream come true. It was a true team effort! I promised them I’d post this press release. Please read and show your appreciation to them as well!
Octapharma Support Enables Bombardier to Climb Mount Vinson, Becoming First Hemophiliac to Ascend the Seven Summits 

Octapharma Partnership with Mountain Climber will Culminate with 
Release of Documentary Bombardier Blood Later This Year 

HOBOKEN, N.J. (January 25, 2018) – Mountain climber Chris Bombardier of Denver, Colorado on January 6th became the first hemophiliac to climb the Seven Summits of the world with his successful climb of Mount Vinson in Antarctica, a journey made possible with a grant from Octapharma USA. The Seven Summits, the highest peak on each continent, are a feat just over 400 people can claim. 
Octapharma USA also sponsored Bombardier’s climb in 2017 up Mount Everest, the historic mountain in Nepal. Octapharma’s partnership with the mountain climber also includes sponsorship of Bombardier Blood, a documentary scheduled for release later this year that will tell his inspirational story. 
“It was incredible to have Octapharma as a partner on this climb as well,” said Bombardier. “Climbing the 16,050 feet of Mount Vinson was the last climb in my dream of completing the Seven Summits. I could not have made it without the support of Octapharma, Save One Life and countless others. Together, we have shown the world what can be achieved with the proper support and medical treatment.” 
Octapharma USA President Flemming Nielsen said that Bombardier’s journey has inspired thousands of people around the world. 
“Chris has shown all of us that anything is possible if we keep working toward our dreams,” said Nielsen. “Everyone at Octapharma congratulates Chris on this incredible accomplishment. It has been an honor for Octapharma to support his mission and we want him to know that our team has been cheering him on with every step of this incredible journey.” 
Editing for Bombardier Blood will wrap in the spring, according to Believe Limited CEO Patrick James Lynch, the documentary’s director and a filmmaker with severe Hemophilia. 
“We are so proud of Chris for showing the world what people with Hemophilia are capable of when they have access to medication,” said Lynch. “With proper medical care, we can accomplish anything. Believe Limited is grateful to Octapharma for helping to bring this message to people worldwide.” 
Bombardier Blood highlights the disparity in health care in Nepal using Bombardier’s recent Everest summit as a backdrop. Please visit www.bombardierblood.com for more information and a preview of the documentary. 
About the Octapharma Group 
Headquartered in Lachen, Switzerland, Octapharma is one of the largest human protein products manufacturers in the world and has been committed to patient care and medical innovation since 1983. Its core business is the development and production of human proteins from human plasma and human cell lines. Octapharma employs approximately 7,100 people worldwide to support the treatment of patients in over 113 countries with products across the following therapeutic areas: Hematology (coagulation disorders), Immunotherapy (immune disorders) and Critical Care. The company’s American subsidiary, Octapharma USA, is located in Hoboken, N.J. Octapharma operates two state-of-the-art production sites licensed by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA), providing a high level of production flexibility. For more information, please visit www.octapharmausa.com. 
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Mountain climber Chris Bombardier of Denver, Colorado on January 6th became the first hemophiliac to climb the Seven Summits of the world with his successful climb of Mount Vinson in Antarctica, a journey made possible with a grant from Octapharma USA. 
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Yankee Public Relations 
fred@yankeepr.com 
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Andes Survivor Expedition: Resilience, Dignity, Strength

Resilience
is not the ability to recover. It is the ability to go through hell, to endure
the indescribable, and not to break.
—Pedro Algorta, survivor
It was a story
heard around the world in 1972—the “Miracle of the Andes,” some called it. It’s
a story that tore at hearts, shocked others, made new believers of God, and
made some turn away from faith forever. It’s a story you couldn’t make up, that
plumbed the depths of the human heart and soul. How does one survive the
impossible, and still retain dignity, humor, compassion, teamwork?
I have yet to
meet anyone in my life who has not heard of the Andes plane crash survivors. To
me, the story encompasses everything about life you might need to know. It is the
story itself of life. And the survivors, including the ones who survived impact
but perished before rescue, are heroes of mythical proportions. That is, until you
meet one of them. I was privileged to meet Eduardo Strauch last week, on an
expedition into the Andes, where we would have the chance to go to the crash
site. We spent the entire week together, along with ten other guests from
Argentina, Spain, the US and the UK. And our two guides, Ricardo Peña of Alpine Expeditions, and geologist Ulyana Horodyskyj.
 
Eduardo walked in
to the hotel lobby in Mendoza, Argentina, to meet our group, and seemed like a nobly aging warrior off the pages of a graphic novel. I have read three books on the
subject, the classic book Alive by
Piers Paul Read (three times), Miracles
of the Andes
, by survivor Nando Parredo (two times) and I Had to Survive by Roberto Canessa (two
times). I’m currently reading Pedro Algorta’s book Into the Mountains. Nando and Roberto were the two survivors who literally climbed out of
the Andes, after 60 days on the mountain, to seek help. (To this day, it seems
utterly superhuman and impossible.) I have watched the movie Alive countless times.
To meet Eduardo
was to meet someone legendary. Nowhere in history is there a story quite like that of the Andes survivors. Eduardo is at once dignified and friendly; a man with
an incredible history, and story to tell, who lives in the moment; famous, but
makes you feel as though you are the
important one. We instantly liked him, and our frozen awe began to thaw to a
warm friendship feeling. He is truly a wonderful person to know.
We spent a week together
traveling to the foothills of the Andes far outside of Mendoza. A four-hour car
ride, then we arrived at a farm of sorts, where we each got a horse, and loaded
our things for the week onto mules. At 70, Eduardo is handsome, fit and at ease
on a horse. With me was Angela Forsyth, a physical therapist from New Jersey, who works for
Diplomat and who I’ve known for probably 20 years. Our first day then was this
four-hour car ride followed by a four-hour horseback ride across an incredibly windy
flatland that threatened to permanently remove my cowboy hat, then up winding dirt paths into the mountains. We crossed several rushing
rivers that swept the accompanying, yelping dogs downstream and soaked our hiking boots. We
made camp that evening in a beautiful little valley, where the majestic Andes towered all
about us. We also had a small team with us to cook, handle the horses, and help
out with packing.
The next day,
Wednesday, we took a seven-hour roundtrip horseback ride up treacherously
tricky slopes, covered with nothing but rocks—the poor horses!—often at 45°
angles. It seemed we should have rode mountain goats instead of horses, but the
steeds handled it well, though they often looked quite wary. Our reward was a beautiful
mountain lagoon, left over from a glacial runoff.
The next day only
about half our group went to the crash site, another seven-hour roundtrip
horseback ride. The rest of us, me included, came down with either bronchial
issues from the tremendous dust kicked up by the horses as we rode, or a virus that
hitched a ride from Spain with Clara, one of the guests. Was I disappointed not
to get to the crash site, which was the whole point of the expedition? Not
really. First, Clara, the lady from Spain, is the niece of one of the young men
who died on impact from the crash. It was more important that she go to the
site with Eduardo. She had been sick the day before, but she rallied, and they went.
 
Second, I felt privileged to meet
Eduardo, a survivor of this terrible yet timeless event, and that was enough for me. He sat with us in the
evening after dinner in the mess tent, and answered our many questions about his experience. Our questions
were candid but sensitive. We asked him about leadership: how and when did he
and his two cousins become the de facto leaders of the group? About the role of
women: how did the boys treat one another after Liliana, the “mother” of the
group, died in the avalanche? (Without her feminine presence, the boys became a
bit more aggressive with one another) About faith: did this experience deepen
his faith in God? (The Read book made much of the issue of faith. Answer: no) About survivor’s guilt: did he suffer from it? (No) The
worst part of the experience? (The avalanche)
Laurie Kelley with Eduardo Strauch
We were enthralled.
We were like students listening to a sensei. And yet, the more Eduardo shared,
the more he seemed like a regular person, not a mythical hero, which I know he
does not want to be seen as. I saw how odd it is to put him, or anyone, on a
pedestal. He is relatable, real, though his experience was surreal. We ate
dinners together as a group, shared stories, teased one another, laughed, chatted
about normal things. We shared a laugh when Ricardo wanted to put Angie and me
in one very small tent. We are not ones to complain but… Ricardo looked over at
Eduardo’s larger tent and said, “Well, maybe I could ask Eduardo…” But I said,
no, whatever Eduardo wants, Eduardo gets. But after looking again at the small
tent… I said to go ahead and please ask Eduardo. I apologized later for kicking my hero out of his
tent! He laughed and graciously accepted the swap.
If you are
interested in leadership, teamwork, faith and survival under the harshest of
conditions, read the books I mentioned. At the very least, watch the movie
Alive. When you ask people about the greatest survival story ever, most people
will mention Shackleton and the failed Antarctic expedition. But he has nothing
on this story. To me, the Andes plane crash story is the greatest story of
survival, and I have read so many. It’s a story of deepest humanity, of people at
their best.
I asked Eduardo
on our last day, as we stopped at a tienda for cold drinks en route home, if he
could tell my readers one or two things he took away from his experience, what
he would tell us?**  “First, the power of
love,” he replied. When you lose everything, and can rely only on one another,
you learn the true meaning of love. “Love is everything. We loved one another
and cared for one another up there. And our love for our families back home
kept us going.” The second thing?
Carpe diem!
While Nando and
Roberto disappeared into the Andes for 10 days, Eduardo was left with the 13
others to wait, never knowing whether a rescue would come, whether the two had
fallen into a crevasse, or were killed in an avalanche or simply starved to death.
Their epic climb out got all the headlines, but it took incredible strength to
simply wait in the fuselage and not give up hope.
“You have more
strength in you than you will ever know,” he said to me assuredly, knowingly.


**
Roughly quoted, as I did not have my notebook with me. Apologies to Eduardo for
any misquotation.
To learn more about
the Andes Survivor Expedition: www.AlpineExpeditions.com

Eduardo Strauch
has written his own account of his ordeal, Desde
el silencio
, which is currently in Spanish only, and is available on Amazon.com

Pakistan 4: The Trip to Islamabad

Thursday December 7, 2017
Laurie Kelley receiving flowers
As I sat at the bus terminal in Lahore, Pakistan, I
spied in the waiting area a tall Pakistani soldier gazing at his newborn baby.
What a photo that would have made! Him in his khaki and green uniform, she,
barely a month old, in pink, cradled in his arms while he studied every bit of
her face, to remember her before he left for duty. To see this soldier at such
an intimate moment was precious. Too often we label people, but at their core,
most people want the same things: peace, family, love, a chance to work and
take care of their families.
I then boarded a luxury bus to
Islamabad, the capital of Pakistan. I passed by thousands of acres of flat,
arid land, mostly dusty, with trees bordering farms. A very agrarian scene,
with dusty brick homes, farmlands, cows, and goats.
Laurie Kelley with Rawalpindi Chapter team
After the four-hour ride, I was
in Islamabad, a stunningly beautiful city, laid out in a grid like our capital.
When I exited the bus… there was Anjum Malik! I had not seen him in 10 years,
but it was like no time had passed. He works for a distributor of drugs in
Pakistan, but has been a stalwart friend to the hemophilia community from the beginning.
We chatted on the way to Dr. Munawar’s house. She is a retired physician, and president
of the Rawalpindi chapter of the PHPWS. When we met, it was as if we had known
one another our whole lives. It makes no difference that we are from different countries
or cultures—we are here to help those who suffer, so we are sisters! Her home
is lovely and no guest room could be better.
Mothers wait with children with hemophilia
for infusions
After settling in, we drove to
the Hemophilia Patients Welfare Society headquarters, where black-robed mothers sat with their small children, only their
eyes visible through the niqab. As
this is my fourth visit to Pakistan, this no longer seems strange to me. We
smiled at each other and shook hands. The staff greeted me with flowers, and we
had some tea and got acquainted.
We decided to see some families
right away while we had light. First stop, Hazma Quereshi, who is sponsored by
my friend and colleague Patrick Schmidt, president of FFF Enterprises. Hazma is
a tall, handsome young man with VWD type 1. He wants to go to school for IT
training. We didn’t spend much time with him, but his family was lovely and welcoming,
as all Pakistanis seem to be. Hazma lives in a nice home, made of concrete,
with several rooms.
Laurie Kelley with Hamza and family
Then off to Mohammad Saad’s house.
He’s sponsored by my friend and colleague Kyle Callahan. We walked down a dirt
road alley, past staring children, as twilight turned to night. We found his
door and then scaled up high, cold concrete stairs, and at the top was Gulsam, his
grandmother, a robust, very loud woman, jabbering away in a husky voice! What
character: she clearly rules the roost! Saeed was shy at the outset, head down,
quiet. He has two sisters, one of whom is a twin. He’s had 5-6 elbow bleeds in
the past year, and gum bleeds due to tooth losses. He won’t wear shoes, Gulsam
lamented, and indeed, looking at his toes, they were blue, and two had frostnip
on them! There are six children, including a new baby Muhammad Ali, who also
has hemophilia. We will get him registered with Save One Life. Munawar and
Gulsam had a lively and friendly exchange in Urdu, and we filed out of the
house. Now it was night, and we passed a little vendor shop on the corner
selling slabs of meat, young people on motorbikes, and children who fell in
line to follow us.
Dr. Munawar and Laurie with Saeed
The third house we visited was
that of Faryal Tabassum (sponsored by my friend and colleague since 1990, Alison
Arter!). Up to the second floor again. Faryal is sweet, with her head covered
modestly, and a wise expression on her face. She has Glanzmann’s disease. In
2005, she and her family lived in the Kashmir section of Pakistan, when on
October 8 a 7.5 magnitude earthquake struck; 86,000 died. 15-20 family members
died, including her 3-year-old brother. The family moved to Rawalpindi for
another home and to get treatment. Her father doesn’t have a regular job; he
now waits tables but must search for new jobs all the time. He earns about $2 a
day. They rent 2 rooms in the place they are now. I gave the mother $100, about
2 months’ rent, to help them out. But the children look well cared for, clean
and happy. The grandparents were present; the grandmother was on the bed sick.
It was a sober ride back, thinking
of their financial struggles, while we felt richer having visited these
beautiful children and young adults, so eager to have a normal life.
Friday December 8, 2017
Laurie Kelley and Dr. Munawar visit Sheeraz
After breakfast we left this
morning for the hospital: a beautiful, private one to see Sheeraz, who had an
amputation just the day before. He used the 50,000 IU that we had sent. He was
in a beautiful room, bright and sunny, lying in bed, his truncated leg propped
up. His entire family was there to see him: two elegant, beautiful women in the
prettiest of dresses, and two older men. They all thanked me over and over for
the factor. “Words cannot express our gratitude,” the elder brother said. I
thought of how nice the world can be, with us helping one another.
With Azib and family
Doorway on street with interesting colors and textures

By 9:30 am we headed for the
Society office again for tea. Khawar Yasin was there, who I had met in 2007. He
has a brother with hemophilia. I also met Fayyaz, who has hemophilia. Then we drove
off to visit more patients. First Azib, my sponsored child! He’s 10 but looks
like about 6. Very small in stature, with glasses that made him look like Harry
Potter. The family lives in a large concrete home that houses the extended
family: this is quite typical in Pakistan, as a way to protect the longevity of
the family. This is also why families intermarry. Because hemophilia ran in the
family (Azib’s three maternal uncles have hemophilia) his mother married
outside the family. They come to the society for factor about once a month, on
a motorbike, which takes about 20 minutes. Azib does well in school. He had typhoid
a few months ago and is still recovering. The father was so kind: he poured us
tea, which was delicious, and then his wife brought out food. Normally I don’t
eat at each home, but I tried this, and it was the best thing I ever ate in
Pakistan! Very sweet with a texture like steel cut oats. It’s called suji halwa.
We were all crowded into one
room, where the grandfather had been sleeping, and he was sick. He sat up with
help, and I saw a dark-skin, weathered man, with bundles of blankets on him. This
is their life—no privacy. They all act with restraint, civility because they
are all together. Kind of like being on an airplane, where we must all act and
behave well or else we will all be in trouble. This is a lovely family, and
there is much hope for Azib to do well in life, and through our program.
After a nice visit there, we
moved on to see Danish and Usman, cousins who live in the same housing complex.
We had to walk down some alleys, until we saw to our right a big lot, filled
with black bulls, lying in the dirt. To our left, their home. When we walked
in, pandemonium—the two sisters, who I had met in 2007—cried and cried, hugging
me, babbling in Urdu, then the grandmother joined in, crying and hugging. They
were so happy to see me, and to welcome me to their home! They finally calmed
down and we got to see Danish, who is tall now. Danish is severely
developmentally delayed, but he knows what’s going on. He’s so shy! He kept
looking at me sideways but then turning his head and smiling, rubbing his hands
over and over. I worked with children like this in my 20s at a state
institution, so it was easy to chat with him, hold his hand, try to get him to
trust me.
Photos: Going to Danish’s home; Dr. Munawar with Usman
Finally I wanted to speak with
Usman, but it was impossible with the mom and aunt around. I had them shooed
out and we got to sit with Usman and his adorably cute cousin. We stayed and
chatted, and learned that Usman wants to be a doctor someday. The grandmother
pulled out a picture of her son, who died in 2006, leaving Usman without a father.
I ended up giving them $100.
It was a productive visit. On the
way out, we decided to go check out the bulls. People stopped and stared but I
waved and smiled and everyone smiled and waved back. They were all so nice!
Saturday December 9, 2017
My last day in Pakistan. Up early
again, at 5:30 am, to the sounds of the muezzin
chanting the prayers. I wouldn’t lie down again until (Pakistan time) 4:30
Monday morning!
Today we drove off to Pakistan
Sweet Homes, to have a celebration with the families and to disburse Save One
Life funds to reach beneficiary. I was told it was a place for orphans, but the
executive director and founder offered it to us for the day. I had no idea what
to expect and I was amazed. It’s a
compound of staggering engineering and efficiency, an incredible oasis of hope
for orphans. The complex has everything: mosque, meeting rooms, dorms,
schoolroom, dining room, huge sports field and bleachers for hundreds of
children. The founder, Zammurd Khan joined us. He’s 6’3”, light and fast on his
feet despite his height, self-deprecating but still can claim the limelight
wherever he goes and in all his promotional material. He is a celebrity. We
watched a DVD on the founding of Pakistan Sweet Home, which was impressive, especially
when it showed how Khan jumped into the middle of a street shootout over a kidnapped
child and rescued the child!
Laurie Kelley, Dr. Munawar with Zammurd Khan
Eventually we got on to our
celebration. Many hemophilia families came and we had speeches, with the most
riveting by Dr. Nadeem, who kindly remembered the late Saif ul Islam, former
president of the chapter, who died this year. I knew Saif since 1999, and
considered him my friend. We each have three children, the same age, and I
suppose that helped us bond, along with our desire to improve the lives of
those who suffer with hemophilia. We keenly felt his loss then and there, and
when Dr. Nadeem said, “He had an active professional career in the Pakistan Navy.
With great effort, he transformed his scars into stars. A mammoth gathering of
his lovers, friends, fellows, and family members on the occasion of his funeral
prayers put a stamp on his faithfulness, religiosity, and humility,” I saw his
adult son in the front row shed tears.
With the Save One Life beneficiaries
Eventually we had the families
line up and gave each of our beneficiaries for Save One Life their funds.  This was followed by lunch outside in the
sunshine and a tour of the expansive facilities.
Back inside, the families mostly
left, and I met with the Youth and Women’s Groups. I noticed how much everyone
lectures here, so I changed it up and had them sit in a circle, and asked each
of them to state what their 5-year vision was for their group. This was great,
because rather than just sit and listen, they all participated. I looked for
themes in what they all said… lobbying the government to give support became a
dominant theme. Somehow we tied it all in together and then I asked for goals,
a breakdown of their lofty vision. It was a good exercise, and they caught on
about how to take ideas and turn them into tangible goals. The more we
discussed, the more the young people got energetic, and discussed more, and
when it was done, everyone seemed pumped up.
So the entire day concluded on a
very high note; goal setting often does that!
 
Back to Munawar’s home, where I
relaxed for a bit before Anjum retuned to take me to the airport. It was a
bittersweet trip and departure. I truly love visiting Pakistan. Some people in
America don’t understand how I can love Pakistan, but if you haven’t
experienced a visit there, felt the kindness, the hospitality that can embarrass
you when you realize it supersedes your own, the civility, then it would be
hard to judge. Some of the best people you could ever meet in hemophilia live
in this ancient land. And I can’t wait to return.

Pakistan 3: “82 patients, 82 stories.”

Laurie Kelley greeted with flowers
On Wednesday,
December 6, 2017, day 11 of my 14 day trip, we met with Imran Zia. With me were Masood Fareed Malik, president
of the Lahore Chapter of the Pakistan Hemophilia Patient Welfare Society
(PHPWS) and Raul Ahmed, who has hemophilia and is our main liaison for Save One
Life in Lahore. The day was sunny and cool, perfect for visiting. Rauf and
Masood picked me up at the hotel and after only a 20-minute drive we arrived. We wiggled the
car down a narrow street that was decorated with dangling shimmering streamers celebrating
the Prophet’s birthday.
Imran Zia and Laurie Kelley
Imran is president and founder of Hemophilia Care of Pakistan, a charitable
organization that helps people with hemophilia. Why does this exist when there
is the Lahore Chapter just 20 minutes away? Good question. The World Federation
of Hemophilia does not recognize two organizations in one country, which means
HCP is not eligible for any of their resources.
I was
excited because it had been 19 years since I’ve seen Imran! I first met him in 1999, when he was just a 24-year-old with hemophilia. He was very quiet, under the tutelage of Dr. Shahla, who founded the chapter. I still have
an image in my mind of him sitting quietly behind her, as she presented
the chapter and all their work. I asked the boys around her to identify
themselves so I could know them. Who would ever have guessed that a few years
later this quiet 24-year-old with a degree in IT would start his own hemophilia
nonprofit and help so many patients?

See complete Pakistan Trip gallery here.

Mother clutching vial of factor
Imran stood
on the street corner, dressed in modest grey garb, flecks of gray streaking his
hair. He was and is serious, focused and professional. He extended his hand in
greeting. I hope I greeted him warmly, because I was truly happy to see him. I
learned that he and Rauf knew one another as little children at Fatimid, where they
used to go for FFP infusions! We stepped into the narrow hallway, where some families
waited patiently for us on a bench. A six year old in a warm knit cap extended
flowers to me and I knelt down to take them and smile at him.
Imran infusing girl with VWD
Hemophilia
Care of Pakistan exists in a one room office, attached to the Zia family home.
In it is a desk, two benches, a coffee table, fridge for factor, and shelves
which held all sorts of documents and reading material, including very detailed
infusion logs, certified by the hematologist; I was impressed. Imran has
existed really on his own for the past 15 years, assisting families who live in
Lahore, but also those who live very far away. He has made trips to visit them
in their homes up in the mountains, something I truly admire and would like to
do myself.
Ayesha
Was there
any chance he would merge his organization into the Lahore Chapter? Imran, I
learned very quickly, would never join PHPWS. He likes working independently,
has funds from somewhere as he volunteers full time, while having a family to
care for. And he clearly has a model that works.
One by one,
Imran introduced the patients and families to us. “We have 82 patients,” he
told us, “and 82 stories.”
We met Ayesha first, who was wearing a red dress and a very mischevious smile. She is very thin, age 11. She has VWD
type 1 but has joint damage. Her brother Muhamma, was not present, and needs a
circumcision for cultural reasons. Circumcisions are the norm in the Muslim
faith, as in the Jewish faith, and here, not to have one means you are like a
social outcast. It will also worsen your chances of being married, as arranged
marriages are also still the norm. I felt the mother’s concern and knew it
wouldn’t use much factor. Just this small operation could change the boy’s
self-esteem and improve his lot in life. Strange but true! We pledged to help
get the factor for him somehow.
Saleem
Then came
the boys. Shumail Nadim, wearing a maroon jacket– a handsome son-of-a-gun with a
ready smile, hemophilia A. His brother Usama, age 15, wearing beige jacket,
also handsome with a wide and easy smile. Saleem, hemophilia B, age 11, a
confident, charming kid. His brother Amir, age 6, the one who gave me flowers.
And Awair,
so handsome, with a face like a child movie star—we dubbed him “Tom Cruise” for
his fair complexion and jet black hair. Age 11, he speaks a little English. He
had Volkman’s contracture once, and a right calf contracture. Imran showed us
the before and after photos. He has two brothers without hemophilia. His father
is a bicycle tube repairman, who earns about $150 a month, which is very poor.
Imran said
that 70% of Pakistanis live below the poverty line and all his patients were
very poor.
Two things
make his organization a stand out: 1) Imran provides very personalized care. He
visits with patients in their homes, oversees their infusions and rehabs. He visits
them in the hospital even. He feels that he does this better than anyone. 2) He
provides factor to patients for them to keep at home, and has taught them home
infusion. 
This is revolutionary. I’m in favor of home treatment in developing countries, especially for
those who live long distances from the HTC. On Facebook, everyone knows a few
select people from Pakistan who keep pleading for factor. Factor is available
thanks to the Bioverativ/WFH donation, but only in the major cities. If you live three-six hours away,
you are expected to travel all that distance, even with a bleed, to come and
get it. Impossible! Imran has found a solution by sourcing his own factor
(Project SHARE has helped in the past) and shipping to families who live in
remote areas. Kudos to him! This is where being independent has helped patients.
Laurie Kelley with Amir
But his patients
may miss out on other things when not registered with the Lahore Chapter:
meetings, educational symposia, access to more medical experts. Imran has a
medical team that works with him, and they seem to work well together, and they
have expertise in hemophilia.
Abid and his father: worried about their future
Finally we
met the saddest case of all: Abid Anwar, age 28. Thin, quiet, with hemophilia A
severe. Imran only met him a year ago. He’s had seven surgeries. Imran claims
that the doctors didn’t follow up and the wound suppurated, and is still
oozing. The father, present, sold his ancestral agricultural land for $25,000,
an absolute fortune here—all the
money he and his family ever owned and would ever own– so they could pay off
the hospital debts. They are now desperately poor. They have 4 sisters and
another brother. They live hours from Lahore.
Awair
This case
really disturbed me. This is exactly what we don’t want to have happen; patients threatening their entire family
system just to pay for factor that is readily available and medical services!
My heart broke. The look on the father’s face… worry, fear, hollow eyes that look to the future with no certainty. What can be done to
help? If we get him $25,000 he can get his land back, and the entire family
(in-laws, parents, children, even children yet to be born) will survive.
One solution
was to enroll Imran’s members into Save One Life which will help ease some of
their poverty. While we questioned whether we could do this, because the Lahore
Chapter is already enrolled, I was delighted when I returned home to learn that we could
do this! Soon, we will have more Pakistani children as part of the Save One
Life family.
We finished our
visit with a delicious lunch of roti (bread), rice and meat. I met with Imran’s
family, his mother, sister and sister-in-law. All educated, English-speaking,
and wonderful hosts. The Pakistani culture is incredible: every visitor is
treated like family, but honored like royalty. The world could learn a lot in
civility from a visit to a Pakistani home, rich or poor.

Laurie with Imran’s mother
While they
treated me so well, I hope to return the favor by bringing more factor and funds,
no matter which organization we worked with. We said good bye to Imran: six
hours had flown by. I know it won’t be 19 years till we meet again—I don’t have
that much time here on earth. I vowed to return next year, and to see the faces
today as beneficiaries of Save One Life.

Visit gallery of Pakistan photos here.

Imran and the HCP families
Blood brothers: Imran, Masood and Rauf

Jiva Pakistan! Part 2 Lahore City

Fridges with factor!
At the airport, Masood Fareed Malik and his wife Sehar
were waiting outside in the cool, dry air. I first met Masood, now 35,  when he was 17! It
was great to be here again. I love Lahore, a wide city, more lush and dry than
Karachi, with a high population of 11 million. I first visited in 1999, when
the Pakistan Hemophilia Patient Welfare Society (PHPWS) was only two years old,
and the Lahore chapter was in its infancy.
Laurie Kelley with Dr. Shahla (L) and Sister Margaret
On Friday, December 1 we went to the chapter office, which is
jam-packed with shelves, resources, refrigerators and people.  One room is an administration room, the other is the factor/infusion
room, which completely impressed me. It has a security camera mounted on the
wall. The seven fridges are broken down by purpose of the donation, including “NMO”
only (national member organization of the WFH, so this means donations from the
WFH and most likely, Eloctate and Alprolix); “prophy” (also from the Bioverativ
donation); “Other” (VWF and bypassing agents). Their on-line registry is better
than anything I’ve ever seen! This chapter is a model of management, efficiency
and transparency. And when I visited in 1999, the first thing I asked was what
their goals were. They had none, and no vision, no registry, nothing! Now—supermodel for the world.
Several patients were there to
get infusions; they are not charged money but are encouraged to donate
something to the chapter. They have over 650 registered patients, and their
leadership is outstanding. These young men—Faizan, Adil, Masood, Rauf,
Farooq—are exceptional! Adil was the young teen I visited back in 2007 at his
home; Patrick Schmidt, CEO of FFF Enterprises bought him a computer at my
request, and now he does data entry for the chapter among other things, is over
6 ft. tall, married with a baby!
Kashi with his first gori
Saturday December 2, 2017was a huge community event at the Children’s
Library in Lahore, sponsored by a grant from the Novo Nordisk Haemophilia
Foundation. As I got into the car, Masood pointed out Kashi, a young boy with a
sly smile, who was helping him. Masood told me that Kashi has never seen a
“gori” before—a white person. So, I acted a bit silly with him, got him smiling
and we took a selfie!
Many patients were already there
waiting. I like to make it a point to greet the audience, to break the ice, so
I walked about, shaking hands, smiling, saying assalam-u-alaikum to all the families. I noted that in general men
sat on the left, women on the right.
The ceremony took most of the day. There
were speeches, awards, and I gave my talk and shared the successes of Save One
Life. I handed out the Save One Life distribution funds for all the
beneficiaries. Much of the day was a photo op. The press was present, and we
had four back-to-back interviews for TV. Many of the young men, even the
reporters, wanted selfies! One nice touch was the stand Masood made in my honor,
with his photo: “Many years back your words inspired me. I am empowered today!
Thanks, Laurie” That was sweet! Masood has become quite the national leader for
hemophilia in Pakistan.
Some takeaways: Masood said, “You [with hemophilia] think you have been cursed but you have been blessed. Because
you are special. God only gives burdens to those he thinks are special, worthy,
strong. This is from the Koran.” One fact of note is that there is a high incidence of
rare factor deficiencies due to family intermarriages. It is quite common for
first cousins to marry.
 
Finally, after this long day, we still
decided to visit families in their homes!
First, we drove to the house of ten-year-old
Momina, who has VWD type 3, and who wants to be a doctor. We discovered on this
trip that has a baby brother Alyan who also has VWD—he’s not registered with
Save One Life so we will get him registered now. They live in a concrete home,
with extended family, very typical in Pakistan. They live on the base floor,
and have a tiny kitchen with a cloth covering the door, 1 bedroom for everyone,
a motorbike in the hallway. They have a small flat screen TV and fan, all in
the sitting room, which was very small. The father earns 1,500 rupees a month ($150)
and spends 1,200 on school. School is a necessity for kids with bleeding
disorders but public schools can be dangerous: there are bullies, and some teachers
cane the children.
Outside, in the enveloping dark, neighborhood
children played in the dirt with toy camels and donkeys and colored chalk,
celebrating the life of the prophet Mohammad. Yesterday was his birthday.
On we drove to visit Saida, who
we saw at the ceremony today. A pretty 19-year-old girl with VWD type 3, petite
and quiet. She is on the Womens Group committee. Her father is a car mechanic, but lost his job (Masood didn’t know
that and was genuinely surprised and concerned). She’s waiting to be accepted
to nursing school. And she tutors about 20 kids after school to make ends meet.
They live in a family home, which is rundown, with plaster chipped off the wall. I gave her father $200 to help them out while he is out of a job.
In the afternoon of Monday December 4, 2017, we attended an Art
Gallery presentation of photos of hemophilia, in an art show called “Reality
Clicks,” a project again sponsored by the Novo Nordisk Haemophilia Foundation. The photographer was none
other than Masood’s brother Bilal. The photos, displayed around the entire
circular room, showed patients in various situations: in pain, with one
another, at work. The press arrived in force again, and interviewed Bilel,
Masood, and Dr. Shahla. The entire project helps to promote hemophilia
awareness nationally.
I’ll never forget what one young
man with hemophilia, Haroun, said: “I felt God never blessed me. I compared
myself to normal people. I had anxiety attacks. But then I joined the PHPWS. I
experienced my own community at last and found that I was actually better off than many of the patients. So
I was wrong to compare myself to normal people.”
We had a lovely time, and
afterwards, went to Masood’s father’s house, where they all live, to have “high
tea.” A snack to them, which to me is as grand a meal as I have ever had!
On Tuesday December 5, 2017 I attended all day the Annual
General Meeting of the national hemophilia organization at the Shalimar Hotel. Saeed
ul Hassangave an excellent presentation
on the patient registry, and mapped out where patients were. He said their
registry was recognized as a success story by the WFH, and I can clearly see why.
Now in 2017 they have 1,850 registered. They use this registry for organization
elections, like an electoral college. 1 vote per 50 patients. With the registry
they found that 40.7% of their patients have joint deformities and 92.6% were not
tested for HIV.

See full gallery of Pakistan here.

Pakistan has four provinces: Khyber Pakhtunkhwa
Province (KPK), Punjab, Sindh and Baluchistan. The tribal belt adjoining KPK is
managed by the Federal Government and is named FATA i.e., Federally
Administered Tribal Areas. What was truly awesome was that at this meeting, I
met patients from FATA, a place that has me intrigued.

Syed Shabistan
is a teacher, tall, with incredibly straight white teeth, impeccable English
and from Peshawar. Peshawar is the capital of KPK, and serves as the
administrative center and economic hub for FATA. Peshawar’s recorded history dates back to 539 BC, making it one of the oldest cities in Pakistan. Its economy has benefited in times past from being at the entrance to the Khyber Pass, the ancient travel route for trade between Central Asia and the Indian Subcontinent. Think of all the tea and spices that traversed this!

Syed was only diagnosed
at age 23. There they speak Pashto. With him was Tahir Oman, the VP, and person
with hemophilia, and Faheem, who also has hemophilia. On June 2013 Peshawar
became operational as a chapter and already they identified 335 patients. How
different this area is from Karachi and Lahore: its has been negatively impacted from the rise
in global violence and is economically depressed. Syed told me there is a
great need for help from programs like Save One Life.

This meeting showcased Pakistan’s excellent progress in hemophilia. The country
still needs to identify the remaining 17,000 or so people with hemophilia, but
is on its way to do so. Pakistan has among the best doctors in the world, and
while lacking some resources, is making headway. Donations of factor will not
last forever, but it gives everyone motivation and has allowed patients to be
on prophy for the first time in history! Thanks to Bioverativ and WFH.
Best, of
all, Save One Life is being implemented perfectly in the country, with all
three program partners. My happiest moment, besides meeting our beneficiaries
in their homes, was knowing that we can focus next year on Peshawar, knowing we
have these three skilled men with hemophilia to help us.
We made
plans for me to visit Peshawar next year, inshallah!
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