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“My bones are older than me”

Prince, age 17
“My bones are older than me,” lamented Prince, the handsome 17-year-old Rwandan with hemophilia, who I had met previously three years ago when I first came to this small, lush country. This night, Wednesday, June 14, I welcomed a few families with hemophilia, who are the founders of the new Rwanda Federation of Hemophilia. While all competent professionals, they still need some help in getting their organization jumpstarted. Imagine living in a country that has no factor, no hemophilia care, and is poor. Of the estimated 800 people with hemophilia here, no more than 50 are identified.
 
But this is all about to change.
 
We gathered socially in the cool evening on the terrace at the famous Hôtel des Mille Collines, dubbed “Hotel Rwanda,” a safe haven during the brutal 1994 genocide, where the manager Paul Rusesabagina saved 1,268 Hutu and Tutsi refugees from the Interahamwe militia. (If you haven’t seen the movie Hotel Rwanda, I urge you to rent it.) The Mille Collines is a lovely hotel, and while I write this I hear a spry African ensemble playing traditional music downstairs with chanting and upbeats that make you want to dance!
Shady Sedhom, NNHF, listens to the patients
Prince is rail thin, and soft spoken, like all Rwandans. I’m glad he arrived first so I could get caught up with him personally. When I saw him in 2014, I had arrived for the first time in Rwanda to assist the new Federation. Prince was a stocky 14-year-old then. Now he was lean and taller, with chiseled features. When I asked him how he was doing, he replied with a phrase that showed his desperate plight, and poetic aptitude: “My bones are older than me. I have the bones of a 60-year-old, my doctor told me.” His right knee had given him a lot of trouble three years ago; now the left one was. When was the last time he went to the clinic, which was only 1 kilometer from his house? Not in years. Why? “Every time I go they have no factor.”
I’ve been trying to keep Rwanda supplied with factor; indeed, we are the only ones who give them factor. And that’s because they are not yet registered with the World Federation of Hemophilia. Once they register, they will be eligible for much, much more factor, perhaps regularly. Getting them registered, both with their own government and then the WFH was my goal this trip.
With me was Mr. Shady Sedhom, a registered pharmacist and now program manager with the NovoNordisk Haemophilia Foundation, an incredible organization based in Switzerland, that provides program expertise, management and funding for hemophilia organizations globally. This was the second time I would work with them, but the first time in person. We would give a half day workshop on Thursday, June 15.
Benis’s knee
But this evening we were here to meet the board members, and hear their stories. I don’t want to just give a lecture on how to run an organization: I want to know them, as people, as families, as families with hemophilia, as blood brothers and sisters in this amazing global family we have.
Little Benis
I met Vivine, whose son Ness, now age 8, hemophilia B, had a headache as a toddler, and it continued on. We listened in somber silence, as she continued. She took him to the doctor, who tested him for malaria, but this was not it. They gave him a painkiller and sent him home. The headache continued for two more days, getting worse. She took him to the ER on a Friday night at the public hospital, but they said they could not give him a CT scan because it was too late. Come back Monday! In a culture used to respecting authority and not questioning the medics, Vivine’s strong maternal instinct won out. She went to the King Faisal Hospital (a private hospital), which would be prohibitively expensive. She went anyway that night, and they diagnosed him with a head bleed! He got factor and this saved his life. Her story highlighted the need for education among the country’s doctors.
A fun evening with many shared stories
We met James, age 31, also hemophilia B, who was just diagnosed last year! James is a quiet man, lacking a few front teeth. Indeed, he had persistent dental problems, with constant bleeding. When the doctors here could not figure out what was causing this, he finally sent his blood to France to be tested, at cost of $400! This is a ridiculous amount of money in a country where the average annual household income is about $700. Especially since it could have been diagnosed in neighboring Kenya.
Sylvestre has been my email pal for the past few months as we prepared for this visit. He serves as Secretary of the RFH. Sylvestre is well known to us in the office back home as he has requested factor for his son Virgil. Little Virgil, squirming before me with all the energy of a four-year-old, wears glasses for his still misaligned eyes. He was blind for 18 months after a coma, due to head bleed as a two year old, but factor from Project SHARE saved his eyesight. Slowly, Sylvestre told us, he is getting his eyesight back.
Sylvestre reminded me of how I got involved with Rwanda in the first place—I had actually forgotten as we have accumulated so many stories working with so many countries. A nurse named Tracy Kelly was volunteering in Rwanda about five years ago, and met Sylvestre as he sought help for little Virgil. She contacted her hospital back home, which eventually found us. We shipped factor over right away. And when the crisis passed, I asked Sylvestre to consider founding a national organization for those with hemophilia. Like many we have met, he agreed. And here we were.
We finished our juice drinks and tea and cakes, and then they dispersed into the soft night, hopeful for the next day’s outcomes.
Vivine adds a needs list
The next day was our workshop. Shady has a prepared slide deck, exercises and came equipped with markers, post-its, posters. The attendees arrived early, prepared to work! Besides the RFH we also had several doctors, which was a high point. Doctors in developing countries have little free time. Most work at two hospitals and/or have a private practice. They seem on call 24/7. To have them here was an absolute honor. The day consisted first of a needs assessment, brainstorming what Rwanda needs to have good hemophilia care. Each attendee wrote out ideas on a post-it note then attached it to a poster, under one of four areas of need. The post-its read: A comprehensive center, training, education of health care workers and families, diagnosing suspected cases, outreach to find more patients, public awareness to help find patients, and of course… more factor.
Laurie Kelley with patient at CHUK
But the greatest need was to register the RFH with the government. Until it becomes an official, registered nonprofit, nothing much would happen. The WFH needs it registered and accountable. Project SHARE will keep sending factor of course, but we can only do so much. Shady said NHF is ready with funding for a project to help meet these needs… after they get registered.

 
And an interesting phenomenon: learning how to challenge each other’s ideas. When someone offered an idea, such as the most important need was to get more factor, Shady and I challenged that. Spending your time securing factor is urgent, especially when your child has a bleed. But allowing the registration issue to languish means you will only get dribs and drabs of donated factor. Focusing on registering now will open so many doors later. Short term pain for long term gain. The RFH was learning now to priorities needs.
After this we did goal setting, based on those needs. And then prioritizing those goals. This took over an hour.
Later, Shady asked the group to plan a birthday party, as an exercise in planning a hemophilia event later on (like World Hemophilia Day next April). It was a fun exercise to see who remembered what action item was needed. And ironic: that very day, June 15, was Shady’s birthday! Unknown to him I ordered a cake. And right after the birthday party exercise, we took a break, and out came a cake with candles! It was fun to all join in and sing him happy birthday. We thanked him for his dedication for spending his birthday working on Rwanda’s hemophilia future. Then we learned that we had another cause to celebrate: James’s wife had just given birth a few hours ago! But he stayed to complete the workshop with us. Such dedication!
After break came Stakeholder Awareness, an exercise I’ve never done before so this was educational for me. Even just learning who to identify who is influential and how much they were influential—Prince offered the media, which was brilliant—and others offered families, the public, the ministry of health and more.
By the end of the day we had the components of a strategic plan, with action items. It will take many more meetings to hammer out the details but it was a powerful five hours. Afterward, we dined outside in the night air and had a buffet dinner together. Shady had to dash off to catch a flight but the rest of us relaxed and shared our thoughts on this truly historic day.

We planted the seeds of growth, and now, it’s up to the Rwandans to take next steps on the road to better hemophilia treatment care.

And they deserve it and can do it. Rwanda spends more on healthcare per capita than most African countries. The country is peaceful, functions well and has infrastructure. It’s a small country, about the size of Massachusetts, my home state. Best of all, it has interested and dedicated doctors. All ingredients of success.
There will be challenges. I read a Rwandan proverb that says: If you are building a house and a nail breaks, do you stop building, or do you change the nail? We don’t want them to ever stop building.


A reason to celebrate!
My vision? To see Rwanda join the WFH, and be present next year at the WFH Congress in Scotland, where they will meet the world community, and their fellow Africans, to learn, to share and to get the resources that so many others get. When they join everyone else, they will then be able to determine their treatment and destiny, and a whole generation of Rwandans will grow up free of the pain and disabilities they suffer now.

To see photos of the trip, go here. 


Origins of HemaBlog

HemaBlog apparently is the bleeding disorder community’s first dedicated blog to all things related to hemophilia and VWD. For me, it’s a fun way to bring my observations to you weekly, in an informal manner. While we enjoy being a company that provides so many firsts, I must give credit where it is due–the blog was the brainchild of our webmaster Amanda Wendt. Amanda is president of Mandalin Design, and is an excellent web designer, webmaster and member of our team. You can contact her at amandajwendt@gmail.com if you know someone looking for a top-notch web designer to hire.

We originally called this “Laurie’s Blog,” but for me this wasn’t really accurate. I don’t want this to be only about my personal observations, but also as a way to nonintrusively keep you all up to date with things in our community. I changed the name to HemaBlog, in a play on words, for those of you who recall the former HemaLog, published by Materia Medica with funding from Centeon. It is no longer in print, sadly, but its name lives on (sort of).

Well, here’s a way HemaBlog can keep you informed. Recall that for the past two years we’ve been alerting the community to massive changes in how factor is being delivered–in the quest by insurance companies and the government to lower healthcare costs. These changes have impacted the finances and lifestyles of families with hemophilia. The number one concern we have heard from families is that they wake up one morning, and their factor provider has been bought, sold, consolidated… you name it. Well, it has happened again. CVS is buying Caremark Rx for $21 billion. Read about this latest buyout in the newswires and we will surely write about this in the next issue of PEN– how this will affect you who use Caremark’s services, and all of us who use factor. The Coming Storm is now the Current Storm–and the fallout from this storm continues to affect us all.

PS. Book I read this week: “Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America” by Barbara Ehrenreich. Journalist writes a scathing expose on the working poor after getting herself hired as a maid, waitress and Wal-Mart employee in three different citiies in one year. Offers no solutions, but tons of empathy for and insight on those in America who serve us. THREE STARS (out of four)

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Laurie Kelley


Welcome to LA Kelley Communications, and to our first blog. Many of you may already receive our books, newsletters, and emails. This blog will be a more timely and personal way to share what is happening in the bleeding disorders community. I’ll be like a reporter with my postings: I’ll share with you what I observe on my visits to chapter meetings, symposia I’ve attended, feedback I have heard. Many of you ask about my humanitarian missions to the developing world–this will be the place where I will share my impressions, agendas and photos.

We’ve had a very busy summer, with meetings all across the country. Many times I wished I could have shared immediately with you all what I learned and what I saw. Now I can! We like being “first of a kind” in what we do, and this could be one of the first professional blog sites in the hemophilia community. I will try to update the blog weekly, on Sunday nights. I hope you will visit us regularly and learn more about what is happening in our community from the eyes and ears of someone who cares deeply about our future and about our children.

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