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Quetta's mission hospital was originally established in 1886, and had been rebuilt after the earthquake.IT WAS RUN BY Church Mission Society (CMS) In the courtyard there were small cottages forming the caravanserai where patients were nursed by relatives who also took care of food and cooking.

The city of Quetta is a hill-station, about 1700 metres above sea level, in a valley ringed by snowy mountains rising to about 2500 metres. In spring, the valley floor is lush and productive, but the overgrazed hillsides are always bare.

The city was rebuilt after being destroyed by earthquake in 1935. Low-rise to the eye, Quetta was, to me, reminiscent of an Australian country town. The population was about 30 000 in winter, doubling in summer.

Quetta has long-standing military connections, beginning with its name — derived from "kuwetta", meaning "fort". In the centre of town, on a hillock, is the famed Red Fort antedating British rule. The British arrived in about 1876, encountering tribal groups of Brahuis and Baluchis, as well as the Pathans, the Pashtun nomads. Fearing Russian encroachment via Afghanistan, the British military commanders of the day considered the chain of missionary hospitals positioned along the frontier, including the one at Quetta, to be the equivalent of several battalions. These missions, in effect, garrisoned the border with Afghanistan, supplementing the forts along the thousand miles from Iran to China. During the Second World War, although not an active theatre of war, this garrison town was the second-largest military establishment in the British Empire, after Aldershot. Quetta's military cemetery holds the graves of soldiers from all over the old Empire, from many cultures and religions.

In 1959, Quetta still retained the Commonwealth Staff College founded at the height of Empire in 1907. Security was still a concern and became evident to me in a personal way. One day, when I'd cycled out of town to photograph the scenic city and surrounds, two policemen pounced on me and confiscated my camera film — India and Pakistan were already battling over Kashmir and there had been recent bomber activity at the Indo-Pakistan border.

Throughout the day, electric amplifiers and loudspeakers alerted us to the call of the muezzin, reminding our Christian medical island of the dominant culture that lapped against the walls of the hospital compound. Purdah (seclusion) and veiling were still upheld in Quetta despite its cosmopolitan community. The hospital had a segregated women's section, the zenana wards.

The hospital served the city and the region, catering particularly to the trans-border nomadic Pathans who moved down through the Bolan Pass to the southern plains during the winter, returning to the hills of Afghanistan during the summer. Accordingly, these tribal nomads had two opportunities each year to benefit from Western medicine.

Cataracts and neglected chronic diseases were common presentations, as was diarrhoea. I myself suffered diarrhoea on several occasions and progressively lost weight during my stay. Faecal tests positive for blood and/or amoebae sentenced one to amoebicides; negatives dictated sulfas, to which my bugs responded.

The diarrhoea was surely related to the town's contaminated water supply. Irrigation water from the city's reservoirs flowed through the streets alongside the footpaths. Using removable paddles, the waterman selectively diverted the flow into separate open channels for individual sections of the town on given days. Not surprisingly, the water reaching our vegetable gardens in the hospital compound was murky. This public health issue didn't seem to agitate either the city authorities or, in general, the Western doctors!

In winter, the hospital ran an outreach clinic at Shikarpur, 200 miles to the south. Many such clinics, known as "cataract camps", were held on the Indian subcontinent under missionary auspices, foreshadowing the Fred Hollows Foundation.
Cataract surgery and other procedures

Every operation began with a Christian prayer. For the anxious patient, this was extra premedication. Local anaesthesia was used for cataract operations — patients' eyelids were kept open during the procedure with a pair of locally made fork retractors, handheld by the assistant, one of the male nurses trained in the hospital's own program. Graefe section with conjunctival flap was standard, progressing to intracapsular extraction. I carried out over 100 cataract procedures in my 10 weeks, and many plastic operations on eyelids and tear ducts. I treated one patient with retinal detachment. I also assisted at numerous general surgical procedures and outpatient clinics.

The hospital's surgeons — Pakistani Christians as well as English — were skilled in all aspects of surgery (ophthalmology included). I saw many cases of advanced cancers of the head and neck such as I'd never before witnessed that were managed with massive excisions an

Condemned 171/365 200611

Condemned 171/365 200611

I thought I could smell gas late last night after Steven had been cooking. We investigated, the smell was very faint (i.e. S hadn't noticed it and I was doubting myself) and we couldn't pinpoint it. The window beside the boiler outlet had been open and that omits smells so we thought that might have been it. It was a sleepless night but we managed to make it to morning without going up in a blue light and taking half the street with us!

This morning the smell seemed almost gone so I thought it might be lingering. At 8am I walked Amelie to nursery and made arrangements for a friend to collect her if need be. I went home figuring I'd air the place and it would be gone but when I opened the door I could smell gas again. I called my neighbour to check but she couldn't smell anything.

I decided to ring the emergency number anyway and at 9am settled down on the driveway with Freya to wait. Help arrived at 9:20, he couldn't smell anything but ran checks. As soon as he started probing he said there was a small leak somewhere and then traced it to the cooker. By 10am he'd condemned to cooker and left us a little 2 ring electric hob to make camp meals on! I fed and dressed Freya then walked back into town. At 11:30 Amelie finished nursery, none the wiser!

Quite a busy morning really then this afternoon I had to go the school again for a meeting about Amelie starting in September. We also managed to fit in a trip to buy a new toilet, taps and showers to tackle some plumbing issues we're having. Please can I have a sit down tomorrow?

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