Saturday, May 24, 2008
Medical Care in the Middle East
Up until last week, there were absolutely no pediatric gastroenterologists in Dubai. As a result of Zane's rare allergic disease and need for frequent endoscopies, an American board certified adult gastroenterologist ordered the first pediatric endoscopy unit in the Gulf outside of Saudi Arabia. The first pediatric endoscopy was performed on a child in March, shortly before we returned from the States. Prior to that, if a doctor had to perform an endoscopy on a child they used adult equipment which is extremely dangerous.
The other problem with health care here is simply a cultural one. In the East, they simply don't take certain illnesses too seriously - like allergic diseases. When we first moved to Dubai, I told the receptionist at the hotel check-in that I desperately needed a non-smoking room because I have allergies and asthma. He replied by asking me, "What are allergies?"
When Zane had his adenoid surgery last week, my biggest fear was that they would give him medication that contained one of the many things he is allergic to in it - namely soy, egg or dairy, which many medications are made from. They didn't. But, after the surgery they fed Zane food that he was allergic to and then informed us that the hospital did not have the ability to accommodate his restrictive diet.
How do the locals do it, you wonder? Some of the Gulf Arab states are welfare states. The governments provide everything and anything for their wealthy citizens. If you are an Emirati local that needs health care services the government will pay for you and your family to travel anywhere in the world to recieve such specified care. A nose job? No problem. Face lift? Check. Heart bypass surgery? Sure. You got it. The government will pay for its citizenry to stay as long as they need to with all expenses paid.
Nice, huh?
Signing off from Dubai - where it was 110 degrees F today,
Nancy
PS. Zane did really well in his surgery and has healed nicely. Thank you to all for your thoughts and prayers.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Where do we begin?

We moved the end of January / beginning of February from our beach front flat to a massive villa in Umm Suquiem 2 / Al Manara area of Dubai. I know what all of our friends and family back in the States are thinking . . . "What? Mohamed and Nancy moved?! No way. That's not like them." But, alas, it is true. We lucked out and found a bigger place which is much much cheaper and so, in Dubai, you don't pass up prime opportunities like that even if you do have full sea views.
Zane drinks a special formula called Elecare that is hypo-allergenic yet contains all the vitamins, nutrients and minerals that he needs to prevent malnutrition and encourage growth. The problem with the stuff is that it isn't very filling and it is extremely expensive. But, we have to do whatever it takes to keep Zane healthy. He also needs to undergo frequent biopsies to measure his eosinophils and see if his esophagus is healing. He may also need to undergo more allergy testing to determine if there is anything else he is allergic to -- doctors believe that he is. It hasn't been an easy ride but God meant for Zane to fight this fight for a reason. Mohamed and I are just trying to be there to support, guide and help him all we can when he is most sick.
Finally, so I am not a total and complete killjoy over that last bit of news . . . Mohamed, Zane and I are happy to announce that we are expecting another addition to our family. Baby #2 is due on November 1, 2008 and after our last ultrasound today we learned that so far (God willing) we have a healthy and well developing baby.
All the best from Dubai,
Nancy
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Christmas in Dubai
Monday, October 29, 2007
My Global Nomad
Pronunciation: zān
Function: noun
Etymology:
Old English, derived from Alexander (meaning defender of man); Hindi, Godly light; Arabic, goodness; Hebrew, God's gift (if anyone can verify the Hebrew meaning that would be great. I have had conflicting interpretations)
1: My breath of fresh air 2: one who always makes me smile 3: heaven on earth: personified
I’ve been feeling a bit homesick as of late. I don’t necessarily miss the United States. I miss family and friends and feeling familiar more than anything else. I keep busy so homesickness doesn’t overwhelm me as it did the first time I moved overseas. Life is also much easier for me here than it was in the States so I am better off here for now. Mohamed was always off traveling five days a week commuting between New York City and Europe. I was left to my own devices trying to manage work, home, Zane, bills and whatever else came my way. Whenever I do feel a bit nostalgic for all things Americana I remember the primary driver for our big move back: Zane.
He won’t ever miss the U.S. or New York City the way I do. He won’t know it the way I do. He’ll be raised in Dubai, a welfare state with censorship. It is seemingly a utopia where social ills appear to be absent. You never see homeless people or drunks on the street. You rarely hear of crime. Everyone here drives expensive cars, has a live in maid, and vacations in exotic locations. He won’t know what it is really like to celebrate American holidays like Thanksgiving. (We missed it this year because it is not a holiday for Mohamed and he had to work.) However, he will know all about passports, visas, border control and immigration. He will know his geography well (hopefully) and experience cultures from a unique perspective.
My little global nomad is quite well traveled. At four weeks old we ventured to Quebec, Canada and London, England. He spent the first few months of his life in Switzerland and he has traveled to Germany as well. He vacationed in Mexico and has lived in Qatar and the United Arab Emirates. Our next stop is Alexandria and Cairo in December which should be fabulous. I want to take Zane to the pyramids and the sphinx. He’ll ride camels and boat across the Nile River. He probably won’t remember it but I will have lots of pictures to remind him of his time there. It will be a life-like history lesson. We would like to visit India and Malaysia next year as well. Maybe we can do some volunteer work there so Zane can see first hand how a large percentage of the world’s population really lives. I don’t want him to think that everyone lives like this – rich and spoiled.
Zane will start nursery school in January for three days a week. I’m traumatized by the idea that my little boy is leaving me. He won’t care or miss me. He’ll run off to be with the teachers and other kids and leave me alone. He will also start swim lessons once a week in February when the weather warms up a bit. It is still quite warm here actually. It’s been in the mid-80’s and while the ocean has cooled off a bit it is still pretty warm compared to summer at the beach back in the States. Last weekend we saw a family celebrating their child’s birthday at the beach. It was a great idea. Although Zane was born in June and it is really hot here that time of year. So, we’ll have to celebrate some place with good air conditioning.
One great part to living in the Middle East is that children are really valued here. I often felt that kids are perceived as more of an annoyance back in the States. It often feels as if Americans don’t value children because they aren’t productive members of society yet. Life is child centered here. Every place you visit will have something to accommodate children.
All malls and most restaraunts have a separate room in the women's bathrooms with leather chairs and sofas for women to privately breastfeed. Unlike the States, where you get publicly ostracized for breastfeeding in public when most places don't provide a private place for you to do so. The changing stations are quite nice as well. Some facilities have granite counter tops with cushins and baby wipes. There is a full time attendant dedicated to keeping the room sanitary. Most bathrooms have sinks lowered so children can reach without their parents having to carry them. Grocery stores will often have baby shopping carts so your child can push as you shop and fill the cart. Stores will have monitored play areas for children so their parents can shop undisturbed.
I went to the grocery store this morning with Zane and gave him one of his own baby shopping carts. He annoyed the hell out of me because he wouldn't stop driving it around and kept running into people. Mind you, he also had no shoes on because we just left a friend's house who had a pool and he jumped in with his clothes on. I had an extra change of clothes on me but not an extra pair of shoes. So, some people stared at me because my son was running around a store aimlessly with a renagade shopping cart and no shoes on while other simply smiled or laughed. Some of the people that worked in the store tried to help me keep him in line. But, mostly people laughed.
There are some things about Zane that are typically American. He's loud for one. He is also open and overly friendly the way only an American can be. He'll dance in the street when he hears the street workers playing their Hindi music. He will yell hello as loud as he can when he hears someone's phone ringing. And he will approach just about anyone for a hug or a handshake.
