Zoe grew up and was educated in London and has worked both in the UK and abroad for a number of humanitarian organisations including Oxfam, Interact, and Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF). She is a water and sanitation expert with significant field experience in Rwanda, Kenya, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Sudan and Angola. In 2005, Zoe worked in Uige, Angola following an outbreak of deadly Marburg disease, which is a haemorrhagic fever similar to Ebola. When I got back into the MSF office last week after a holiday everyone was talking about a mystery disease in the Congo. Apparently there had been lots of deaths, but it wasn't at all clear what it was. There were different theories in the office, and we had to wait for the results of tests on samples that were sent to three different labs for analysis. In the meantime, we sent our DRC emergency team to Kampungu, one of the affected areas, to set up the temporary isolation ward. The first result that came through was a positive for Shigella. Then, late last Monday, the results came through from the Centre for Disease Control in Atlanta: some of the samples had tested positive for Ebola.

Photo : MSF. Zoe Young working during the 2005 Marburg fever outbreak in Angola. Everything changed straight away. MSF's Emergency Unit coordinated a meeting with our water and sanitation experts, epidemiologists, public health specialists and HR people to decide what equipment and staff to send. I boarded a plane to Kinshasa, the capital of DRC, two days later. The seven of us travelled from Kinshasa to Kampungu on a 10-seater plane with a pilot who had a huge handlebar moustache. The scenery was lovely: mile after mile of jungly forest which looked like tightly packed broccoli with the odd dead white tree reaching up above the canopy. I didn't see the airstrip until the pilot lined the plane up: it just looked like a footpath on a bumpy field. It was quite an exciting landing. As we got out of the plane crowds of children and interested adults pushed forward to see us and then followed us shouting, "Comment ça vas? Comment tu t'appelles? Comment ça vas?"... on and on. The din was amazing, piercing.
Photo : MSF. Zoe Young training local staff on the safety measures in order to work in the isolation ward, during the 2005 Marburg fever outbreak in Angola. Then an hour's drive to Kampungu on roads that forced the car to tip right over on its side. So, my job. Ebola is transmitted by contact with bodily fluids so patients have to be treated very carefully and kept very separate from the community. We have set up a small isolation unit which is made up of a low risk part where we can change into protective clothing and then a high risk part which is where the patients are. The building was part of the health centre before and has been surrounded by a low fence made of orange netting to keep people out (and to stop patients wandering off accidentally). Four of us work in the isolation unit: a logistics expert who is responsible for building any new structures, beds, tables, fencing etc that we need; a nurse; a doctor and me, responsible for water and sanitation. We are slowly improving the wards for the patients, but everything takes ages since we have to dress up in full protective clothing before we can go in. We have head covers, enormous white overalls with elasticated wrists and ankles so that they puff out making us look like little marshmallows.
Fistula patients in Nigeria
Photo : Peter Kimarx, CDC. The isolation ward set up by MSF for the current Ebola outbreak in West Kasai province, Democratic Republic of the Congo. Two pairs of latex gloves, ski-type goggles, a duck beak mask and an apron. The overall effect on the outside is rather like a spacesuit. On the inside it's like a sauna. Pouring with sweat takes on a new meaning. The tiniest activity, like moving a patient or carrying a bed, causes sweat to cascade down my face. Of course, I can't wipe it off as I am all covered and have no access to my skin until I disinfect and leave the high-risk part of the centre. We have some nursing staff that have been trained to work in the high-risk area and some Red Cross volunteers who disinfect and help move patients around. We are slowly increasing the numbers of staff but it takes time because we first have to find people who want to work with us and then we have to train them very carefully to make sure that they are safe inside the high-risk area and don't make mistakes that would put others in danger. One of the patients died today. He had been a nurse in the health centre. He was an inpatient for a few days and was very brave and determined to get better. Every morning he sat on a wicker chair on the balcony to see what was happening and once or twice did a runner to go home. That was OK. When he came back we went back to disinfect the hut that he had been in. Anyway, today he died and so I went into his ward with two of the disinfectors to tidy him up and put him in a body bag. This is important because it is possible to get infected even when people have died.
Photo : Peter Kimarx, CDC. The isolation ward set up by MSF for the current Ebola outbreak in West Kasai province, Democratic Republic of the Congo. I was trying out a new kind of very waterproof body bag so I had a few teething problems trying to put him in but soon it was done and I left him on a bed while we waited for a coffin to be brought (I could see it being made through the window). I could hear his family wailing and crying: they live in a house about 200m from the centre. I could see them from the window of the ward. When the coffin was ready we brought out the patient and the intensity of the wailing increased. We put the body bag into the coffin and then we put it on the back of the pick-up truck, which set off for the cemetery accompanied by the burial team. I disinfected myself rapidly and ran to catch them up at the graveyard. There was a big patch of cleared ground with sticks lying on it. They told me that this was where all the other recent corpses had been put. But there were no markers. The grave was ready but there was no path alongside so that the coffin carriers couldn't get the coffin next to the grave without falling in. I shovelled along the grave to make it easier and then they inched forward. The coffin started to fall so I wedged the shovel under it to hold it while they organised themselves and then they carefully lowered the coffin in. I looked around expectantly for someone to shovel the earth back in. Nobody around. So, digging with our hands like badgers and with the single shovel, we backfilled the grave. Very hot work. Some improvements to the burial procedures are definitely needed, I think, not least reassuring family members that it is perfectly safe once the person is in the coffin. We are living in a large field that has been divided up with a campsite at one corner. Five of us are sleeping in one big tent on inch-thick mattresses, under mosquito nets suspended from strings stretched from one side of the tent to another. I seem to have a small hill under my bed which is not disguised by my rather thin mattress so I sleep curled around it like a snake. Every night we have a meeting after dinner, which is how I find out what is going on outside the isolation unit. The teams are working out where there might be more patients and visiting neighbouring health centres, talking to the communities and authorities and gathering information. It is becoming clearer where cases have come from in the past few months and they are trying to work out what is going to happen next. Some samples have also tested positive for typhoid, so we now have three epidemics at the same time. Tomorrow I need to make changes in the wards to try and get more water in there. I need to train a new cleaning lady and some more Red Cross volunteers. I need to disinfect the deceased person's house. I might try cementing up some holes in the ward floors to make cleaning better. Hmmmm - long list!