Friday, June 15, 2012

Cuba – A Global Health Miracle?



 When one thinks of Cuba, if you’re like most Americans, a flood of preconceived notions of the Cuban revolution, cigars, the missile crisis, classic cars, Fidel Castro and socialism probably come to mind. For those of us who study global health, another image comes of what is sometimes called the “Cuban health miracle.” This image is bolstered by the fact that, despite its limited financial resources (further constrained by the US embargo or “blockade” depending on which side you are evaluating it from) Cuba has health statistics that are comparable, if not superior, to the USA and other developed countries. Cubans live as long as Americans, fewer of their babies die in their first year of life and they do it all at a tiny fraction of what the US spends on health care. The big questions is – how do they do it?

Since learning about this phenomenon five years ago when I started studying global health, I have been anxious to see firsthand what is actually going on in Cuba when it comes to health care. Fortunately, when President Obama was elected he changed the visitation regulations so that educational groups were allowed to go to Cuba, so I was able to travel with a group of Furman students for two and a half weeks as part of Furman’s Latin America Study Away program. On this trip, unlike Africa, I was not directing but simply one of the “parachute professors” teaching the students on campus in January and April and “parachuting in” to join them in Cuba in March during their two months of travel around Latin America (including Nicaragua, Guatemala and El Salvador).

To say I was excited would be an understatement. We planned for months, attempting to coordinate visits to all three “tiers” of the Cuban health care delivery system including: consultarios (family doctors located in neighborhoods where they are responsible for the all families in the area), polyclinics (the next level up which includes some specialists) and hospitals (where people are referred to from polyclinics if their cases are more complicated). We also scheduled a visit to their medical school where they train doctors from all over the world (for free) who are committed to returning to underserved areas to practice. We learned about their medical internationalism program where they send doctors all over the world to provide health care to those in need. In the end, we managed to coordinate a rich academic program to help us better assess Cuban health care.

Run down buildings
Overall I’d say, some of what I expected to see in Cuba I saw. I expected to see classic cars, buildings from the colonial era, dancing in the street, mojitos, images of Ernest Hemingway and the sounds of the Buena Vista Social Club. On the other hand, there was much I didn’t expect. What I didn’t expect was the warm and welcoming nature of the people in Cuba who, after asking us if we were Canadian and finding out we were American, unilaterally stated that they liked Americans but not our government policies (namely the embargo). I’ve traveled to lots of places and have, at times, encountered hostilities towards Americans. I expected it in Cuba, given the long history of political tensions, but didn’t receive it. I also didn’t expect to see the run down nature of buildings (Sherwin Williams could make a fortune down there as most buildings are in need of a new coat of paint) or the ever present image of Che Guevara – young charismatic revolutionary.
 
 

 

Even more interesting was what we didn’t see – namely images of Fidel or Raul Castro. And academically, what we weren’t allowed to see: namely the inside of a hospital. While I requested a hospital and polyclinic tour, we were denied access to both. We were offered a couple of explanations. One was that, because of the opening of the borders to Americans they simply were receiving too many requests (I don’t buy that one) or that two, they were embarrassed to show us their deteriorating facilities and lack of resources. The latter seems more likely.

So, what are some of the key ingredients of Cuban health care that make it a success?
Close Neighborhood Surveillance
1.     A focus on primary care and prevention – With limited resources, the focus is on preventing illness as opposed to treating it. All doctors are trained as Primary Care Physicians first and the bulk of doctors in the country are not specialists (like in the US) but family doctors who live and work in the local community. By keeping their population healthy, they avoid the very expensive costs of treating people who are seriously sick. Avoiding diabetes, high blood pressure, high cholesterol or maintaining it within reasonable limits, is less expensive then treating it once something disastrous happens.
2.    Close surveillance and monitoring (perhaps some coercion) – With family doctors in each neighborhood responsible for the families in their area, there is close monitoring and surveillance of potential health issues. Our translator, for example, told us that when her sister turned 25 they received a knock on their door from the family doctor reminding her that it was time for a routine PAP smear. In the office of the family doctor we visited, there were carefully up-to-date records of who in the neighborhood suffered from what illnesses (# of case of diabetes, etc.). With this type of close monitoring, few health problems go undetected or untreated.
3.    Providing for basic needs  - By prioritizing education and health care (two things we know produce better health outcomes) and providing basic food rations, Cuba has reduced the amount of abject poverty which is good for overall health. 
Food Ration Store
4.    Reducing Inequality – There is a huge body of academic research that focuses on the relationship between inequality and health outcomes. Basically, the more unequal a society is, the worse their health outcomes; the more equal a society is, the better the health outcomes (some point to Japan as evidence of this – a fairly equal society with the best health outcomes in the world; other use this to at least partially explain why the US, despite the fact that it spends more on health care than anyone else in the world, does not have the best health outcomes). With the government control of just about everything in Cuba, and a goal of producing a rather egalitarian society, some point to the lack of inequality as a reason for better health outcomes.

So, what’s the down side?
1.     Limited resources and supplies – When we were able to visit a doctor’s office and a pharmacy the lack of supplies was very evident. Additionally, other researchers have documented a vibrant black market that has arisen to fill this gap and a strong network of “socios” that provide preferential service to their friends (although we did not have firsthand experience with this). Contributing to this lack of supplies, of course, is the US embargo which, while it allows food stuffs to be exported to Cuba because it would be inhumane not to, they have not made a similar exception for medical supplies (for reasons that I don’t fully understand – why would you allow food for humanitarian reasons but not medical supplies?).

2.    Compromises to patient autonomy – One of the issues my students struggled with the most were allegations of compromises to patient autonomy. While we saw no evidence of this firsthand (we were not allowed to witness any doctor patient relationships ) some of our readings for the program suggested that patients are not always the final decision makers when it comes to their health. Specifically, we read that a pregnant woman with a nonviable or fragile fetus may be told by her doctor to have an abortion. On the one hand, if you have limited resources and your goal is better infant mortality rates, this makes complete sense. Fragile fetuses are quite expensive and often don’t have good health outcomes. On the other hand, this doesn’t leave much control in the hands of the patient.

So are these allegations we read about true? We had mixed responses when we tried to ask. Some doctors responded by saying very clearly that the patient always made the final decision regarding their health. Others indicated that, “Of course the doctor makes the final choice. The doctor knows best.” This paternalism certainly rubbed our individualistic-focused American students a bit wrong. I think the thing that is difficult to assess is how a patient, who has lived their entire life in a society that values the community over the individual, feels about this. Perhaps they don’t question it as much as we would?

Veradero Beach
In short, it was an amazing trip to a beautiful island with breathtaking beaches, temperate climate and warm friendly people. In terms of the question of if Cuban health care is really a “miracle” – I would say in some ways yes. By focusing on prevention and primary care, by perhaps stepping on people’s individual freedoms a bit to produce better health outcomes, and by providing for many of the basic needs that we know produce good health outcomes and reducing the amount of poverty and inequality, I think they have achieved miraculous health outcomes with very limited resources. 

I think we could all learn a few lessons from our scrappy neighbor next store. Prevention is cheaper than treatment. Closely administered primary care can effectively manage disease. Providing for the basic needs of citizens reduces abject poverty. Reducing abject poverty improves health. Investing in health care and education, as basic human rights, produces long term positive outcomes for the entire community.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

The Muddy Hyena Got a New Den


 Well it’s been a long time since I last blogged and lots has happened over the past few months. So, in an effort to try to get caught up, I thought I’d give you at least a partial update of what’s been happening in our lives.

One of the biggest events is that Paul and I (finally) moved into our (new) house. I say “finally” because we actually purchased it in 2008 but have been renting it out ever since given our crazy travel schedules (which don’t actually look like they’ll be changing much in the next few years but we figured now was as good a time as any to move in). I say “new” because it is a small 1933 bungalow style house so while it is “new” to us…it is certainly not “new” and it has all the charm and quirks that go with that statement.

Paul arrived in early February and we began the “adventure” of purchasing all that is needed to outfit a new home. While I had a bedroom suite and kitchen table converted into my office desk from my previous life…I didn’t have much else. First order of business… washer and dryer (no more Laundromat for me!). Poor Paul – he had no idea what he was getting into. You see, in Botswana, when you need an appliance you go to the store and buy the only one they have available. Not here – there’s Lowe’s, Home Depot, shops that only sell appliances, Presidents’ Day sales, rebates, extended warranties, Consumer Reports… if you’ve ever made such large scale purchases you know what I’m talking about.

Once that decision was made (to be delivered the day BEFORE we made the big move – I was not messing around with that one), we were off to Ikea for furniture shopping. We “pre-shopped” first at local furniture stores to get a sense of prices and style options then headed to Atlanta (3 hours drive from here) to our first Ikea outing (yes, there was more than one, three in fact). Tape measure, “map” with measurements of the rooms in our house and the will to sit on as many couches as we could, we sized up shelving, scrutinized styles and spent an ungodly amount of time on the top floor of Ikea. Exhausted we retreated to our hotel for the night lacking the energy to find a good restaurant to eat at we walked to "The Varsity”, a well known burger joint in Atlanta, to be yelled at by counter workers saying, “What’ll ya have?” and drank our Frosted Orange and let our brains rest in a post-Ikea fog.

After a mind-rejuvenating trip to the High Museum to see the Picasso to Warhol Museum (thanks to Martha and David for this brilliant Christmas idea), we made one last stop to Ikea to confirm our selections and figure out how delivery would work to Greenville.

You have to understand, neither Paul nor I are shoppers. In fact, I’m in principle quite opposed to most consumerism so the task of outfitting a house puts both of us on edge. On a recent safari a client said to me, “I would have guessed you were a bit more “medium-maintenance” than Ikea.” I should have responded, “I prefer to spend my money on airplane tickets, coffee and red wine” but was having difficulty getting past the “medium-maintenance” comment.

In any case, on our return trip to Ikea Paul sat on a couch he hated the day before (and I liked), and forgetting his previous distain claimed, “I really like this one! Why not this one?” I almost lost it! Fortunately, we retreated to the cafeteria and ate Swedish meatballs and lingenberry sauce. Crisis averted.

Learning that Ikea actually doesn’t deliver from Atlanta (even though we were told they did when we called – ugh!), we left with a long list of things we liked but not knowing how we’d get them to Greenville. Fortunately, the Ikea in Charlotte (2 hour drive from Greenville) does deliver to our area so we made one additional trip to North Carolina to confirm our choices and place our order. On the following Wednesday, 35 boxes arrived and Paul began assembling. By the time I came home from work that day only 10 remained – amazing!

By March 14 Paul was on his way back to Botswana (after organizing the garage to within an inch of its life…we had purchase the contents of our friends’ David and Deb’s garage as they are selling their house so we had about 20+ years of house stuff instantly!). I left for Cuba on the 17th for a couple of weeks that were part of the Latin American Study Away Program (another blog to come, I promise). 

I returned the Wednesday before Easter weekend and my sister came down from Massachusetts the next day for the weekend to help me settle in. Almost instantly upon her arrival, after seeing the hideous wall paper in the hall, she started ripping it off. I had the bright idea to use a bunch of maps of Southern Africa that my friend Erik gave Paul (thanks!) and my sister had the skills to make it happen. So while I carefully selected some of my favorite locations (including where Paul asked me for “10 minutes” on our last night of the 2007 safari which changed our lives forever to where we camped in the Transfrontier Park between Botswana and South Africa), Kelley got it up on the wall. It’s kind of fun! You should come by and see it sometime.

 
 

 
She also painted a bright green accent wall in the kitchen and a wire for some birds cut out of a place mat to perch on and helped me hang some things Paul and I have gathered in our travels around Africa. By the time she left, it started to look like a home. And while I was excited to be heading back to Botswana for summer break, I felt like I was leaving “our” house in a way I hadn’t before. 

 

 
 

In short, there are several lessons to be learned by this experience:
1.     meatballs can save a marriage
2.    assembling massive amounts of furniture is better done as a solo sport
3.    you can take the “boy out of the bush"
4.    sisters are the best

Updates on my trip to Cuba, Furman’s Botswana May X and our most recent safari to come…