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Ebola and the Gift of No-Touch

October 31, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

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God created us to connect. To comfort with contact.

He even designed our skin with 2000 to 3000 touch receptors in each of our fingertips that trigger a cascade of chemicals when they’re stimulated. Touch decreases stress and anxiety, increases trust, builds disease resistance, and helps us connect to those we care for. Infants deprived touch fail to thrive.

Researchers say we all need 8-10 meaningful touches a day to maintain our emotional and physical health.

I’m a touchie-feelie person by nature. And as a nurse, I’ve hugged and held hands, stroked foreheads and cupped cheeks.

Skin-to-skin.

I’d struggle in places like Liberia that have become touch-less places. Ebola is killing people emotionally as well as physically. A double-cheek kiss of greeting and skin-to-skin touch is now taboo.

Many people say they have not felt the warmth of human skin in months. Many do not shake hands or kiss any more. No caressing. No hugging.

~ Ebola’s Cultural Casualty: Hugs in Hands-On Liberia by Helene Cooper for the New York Times

 

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Kelly is the Connections Director in our church. Her job is to help members find a place to connect, a place to serve, a place to belong in the body.

But for the last few weeks, she’s been disconnected. Because she’s also a first responder with Samaritan’s Purse. She’s an “Ebola warrior” who’s back on the front lines after having returned from her first round of service this past summer when she spent 2-1/2 weeks helping to run a makeshift isolation unit in Monrovia.

She’s wired for this work.

“I have a passion and a calling to go in disaster situations when nobody wants to go and people are running out,” she says.

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Liberians can’t say goodbye in the traditional way when someone dies from Ebola. Normally, the body of a loved one is brought into the house for several days while family and village members come to touch and grieve. But now, after an hour and a half of decontaminating and preparing a dead body, the burial team comes to take it away.

Healthcare workers can’t release the bodies to families because they’re riddled with the virus. They can’t hold the dying or hug the grieving. There can be no skin-to-skin contact. They can only connect with their eyes and their words, try to provide human care through inhuman garb. “It’s very emotional. But really you have to stuff your emotions because you have a job to do,” Kelly says.

She’s back now helping to train Liberian staff at a new community health center. Something she posted on Facebook the other day has really stuck with me.

Part of the many challenges of being in Liberia during an Ebola crisis is that SP policy is no touching-hugging-handshakes, to not risk spreading Ebola. Same goes for Liberian staff here. So we are all deprived of human connection of hugs!!! It is harder than you think, emotionally! Part of the ever growing casualty of Ebola! My heart aches for my husband and kids!

The workers cannot even comfort each other.

They gift their skills and their hearts and their emotions. But they must sacrifice the gift of touch from even themselves.

Kelly will come home in another week or so. And so though she is skin-starved, she will isolate herself in a safe and undisclosed place for three weeks before she reconnects.

I will hug her when I see her.

 

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In the stillness,

Sandy

Writing in community with The High Calling on the theme, “Designed to Work.”

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Read more:

Michigan Nurse’s Story of Fighting Ebola on the Frontlines, Part 1

Michigan Nurse Who Treated Ebola Patients: “It Changed Who I Am,” Part 2

Michigan Nurse Who Helped Ebola Patients in Africa is Ready to Return, Part 3

Samaritan’s Purse on Ebola 

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  1. Tarissa Helms says

    October 31, 2014 at 3:17 pm

    Sandy, thank you for sharing this story. It’s a side of this awful virus that I hadn’t even considered. So grateful for those, like Kelly, who are willing to reach out and help.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      October 31, 2014 at 7:21 pm

      I’d never really thought about it, either, Tarissa. But now I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

  2. jdukeslee says

    November 1, 2014 at 2:47 pm

    Oh, oh… this is so … heartbreaking. I hadn’t even considered this, SHK. Great post.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      November 2, 2014 at 8:14 am

      I hadn’t considered it either. Touchless love and care does not compute with me. I keep thinking of Jesus and the power of His touch.

  3. Caryn Christensen says

    November 1, 2014 at 7:01 pm

    Only those on the front lines would think of this. Just heart-breaking. <3

    • Sandra Heska King says

      November 2, 2014 at 8:25 am

      And if God calls you to the front line, how can you not go? For the most part, they know their isolation is short-lived compared to what those who live 24/7 in the “hot zones.”

  4. Dea says

    November 1, 2014 at 7:14 pm

    I recently read a blog from physicians in Africa who were exposed in a Ebola outbreak in Congo several years ago. They pointed out it is the compassionate who are at greatest risk. After a self-imposed quarantines, they returned to their post and treated the sick. So thankful to be able to pray for Kelly. I know she will welcome your hugs when she returns.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      November 2, 2014 at 8:30 am

      We need to have a healthy respect for disease, but we can’t let fear consume us and keep us from caring. This is where I lean on God’s sovereignty and the fact that He is the Alpha and Omega.

  5. Diana Trautwein says

    November 1, 2014 at 9:02 pm

    Wow, how tough is that?? Thanks for writing this so very well, Sandy. Hug her extra hard, okay?

    • Sandra Heska King says

      November 2, 2014 at 8:31 am

      I will hug her just for you, Diana.

  6. Susan Shipe says

    November 3, 2014 at 4:12 pm

    Sending a hug her way, by way of YOU!

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