
Pictured above: Dr. Alice Truscott, ReSurge volunteer pediatrician; Elizabeth Shea, ReSurge donor and supporter; and Marion McGovern, ReSurge board member, USF professor and co-founder of M2 Consulting Inc.
Quang Ngai, Vietnam - I am an experienced global traveller, so I didn't really think about how different traveling on a ReSurge trip to Vietnam might be. I didn't think anything about it when I was emailed the Vietnamese entry papers complete with a very official looking red seal. I didn't think anything about it when I was told to meet the group at the EVA counter three hours before our midnight flight, rather than the normal two hours. I didn't even think about it when I heard the ReSurge staff would be meeting us at the airport with the boxes. But, when the boxes arrived, I knew it was different.
My friend Elizabeth and I had arrived at the airport early. Like me, Elizabeth was also a non-medical helper on the trip. A ReSurge board member for many years, I had never been able to schedule a trip, since the trips always conflicted with my teaching schedule at the University of San Francisco. (It's just one class, but the problem is, you need to be in the classroom.) This year I teach on Mondays, and the Quang Ngai trip was over a Monday holiday. I had been told for years how life changing a ReSurge trip could be, so I asked Elizabeth if she would like to come too. She and her husband, Bill, had become great friends to ReSurge, providing auction lots to our gala, fundraising advice and generous donations, so this was a chance to say thank you in a meaningful way. I was thrilled when she said yes and became my traveling partner.
As we walked into the terminal at 8:45pm, we saw a petite Asian woman standing by the then empty EVA ticketing area. I asked if she was Catherine, our translator, and indeed she was. You see, we had met out fellow teammates in a conference call the prior week. Bill, the plastic surgeon from Napa, California, was the team leader, who impressed us all when he mentioned that he had been on 62 trips. The rest were veteran volunteers as well: Bonnie, the anaesthesiologist, was from Arcata; Alice the pediatrician, was from Berkeley; Frankie, the surgical nurse, was from Seattle; Wendell the PACU nurse, was from Sacramento; and Catherine, the translator was from Campbell. Bill mentioned how critical Catherine would be to the team. At the time, I didn't think anything about it.
Catherine smiled and said how glad she was to meet us, since she really needed our help. As she explained further, the others began to join us. Several of them, like Frankie and Wendell, had worked together on prior trips, so there were warm reunions of old friends and introductions of us rookies. Shortly thereafter, Jim arrived from ReSurge.
I recognized Jim from a board meeting, and others in the team knew him as well. He waved to us in acknowledgement, and then headed to the counter to coordinate the baggage. Arrangements made, he told us they had given us a special place to load everything up, and asked for help with the boxes. I headed outside to assist.
There on the sidewalk was a mountain of boxes of all different shapes and sizes. There were more than a dozen large plastic containers called pelican boxes, flanked by at least as many large cardboard cartons. We took turns wheeling the boxes into the airport and carefully unloading them by the ticket counter. I asked Frankie, who was managing the unloading inside, what was in all of these. "Our instruments, the anesthesia kits, an autoclave, I think..just wait until you see all the stuff we have to bring."
"Have you ever lost the instruments on a trip?” I asked.
"There was one time in Peru," Alice volunteered, "where they sent our boxes to Lima by mistake...or at least that is what they said. We got it all a few days later; it just delayed our start.”
How sad to think that such a delay could mean that some children might not receive the life-saving, life-changing surgeries the team was there to provide. I will never think about the inconvenience of lost luggage in the same way again. And, I desperately hoped this precious cargo would be delivered intact.
As I shook my head, I saw Catherine managing our ticketing process. She had all of those official looking entry papers and was reviewing them with the gate supervisor, matching each of us to our passport and entry permit. She handled it all with a ready smile and grace, something I imagine we will be seeing a lot of on the trip ahead. Meanwhile Frankie was keeping track of all the luggage tags for our 28 boxes, while Bob and Bill negotiated the excess baggage charges with the airlines. The team was fully at work and we hadn't even left the ticket counter.
Yes, I never really thought about how different it would be to be on this trip. But, by the time we headed to security two hours after we arrived, I knew it would not be like any trip I had taken before.