This is nurse Allison's post on ward church this morning. It was always a privilege to attend!
This morning I attended not your typical church service. There were no
pews at this church. Every bed occupied by a patient, crew members on stools
between the beds, and chairs crammed across the ward to fit the remaining
patients left on the wards. We squeezed as many as we could since today was the
last ward church in Guinea. Just
a few days ago, I carried Kadiatou, as tears streamed down her face
into theatre. Today she found a comfortable spot on my friend's lap and
played with us until the service started.
The dress is always Sunday best for crew, but the patients usually wear hospital gowns. I noticed Marietou, a long-term patient, in a dress and head wrap. She greeted me with a hug and with her new smile. When she was young, her face from her nose to upper lip was destroyed by Noma. After several surgeries, Dr. Gary created her a new face with extra skin and muscle from multiple areas and even a piece of rib to make a nose. It has been amazing to see the transformation the past four months in not only Marietou’s face, but also her personality shining after being shunned for most of her life. Today’s service was special because patients were asked to give their testimonies. So Marietou’s cousin, Jeneba, spoke on her behalf to thank the crew and everyone for changing her life. For taking care of her when no one else could do anything for Marietou.
Next Morali, shared his story that started
in Sierra Leone during the civil war. The rebels destroyed his face with glass
bottles and placed a padlock in his nose that he carried around for years.
Eventually, it was removed, but it had damaged his face so much that he could
not breathe without pain. Just this past week, Morali had his final surgery to
place temporary tubes in his nose in hopes of breathing again.
The third
patient, Thierno, shared that he traveled all over West Africa to find medical
help. Theirno was a famous soccer player, so he had the funds to travel and
find a dentist to remove teeth that were bothering him. However, the pain and “button”
in his mouth started to grow and took over his mouth that he could not even
eat. He would try to drink water and most of it would come back out. At
screening, he was so frail at 40 kilos (88 lbs) with a tumor that started in
his mouth was then threatening his sight as it pushed up on his eye. Thierno
stayed on the ward until he was strong enough to have surgery to remove the
first tumor and another one just a few months ago. This past week, I brought
Theirno into surgery one last time so Dr. Gary could revise his scar and extra
skin that once was covering a tumor.
Clemetine, our ward chaplain, had asked these three patients
to share, but as she tried to end the service, more patients asked to say something.
In between a few praise songs, patient after patient stood up and shared their
experience on the ship. That God had brought them here and they are healed. A
proud papa stood up and held up his son, Lamin. We all know Lamin because he rides
he tricycle up and down the hospital corridors. He does pretty well not running
over toes even though we had to remove a tumor in his eye. He’s the happiest of
little boys on the ward and responds to every “Amen” said aloud at church.
Another papa came to the front and shared with us about his baby son, Junior.
My friend Sandra brought Junior and his father to the ship last week from
Sierra Leone. I met them on the dock as they arrived and cuddled Junior
everyday on the ward. He’s only six months old and has a cleft lip and palate.
His grandmother told the father he was a curse because he was causing his
mother to be sick and should be sacrificed. Sandra was able to find an
orphanage for him to stay until he had his surgery. Last Tuesday, Sandra prayed
over Junior at the bench and I brought him in to the OR for Dr. Gary to repair
his lip. Today, Ibrahim, Junior’s father, stood in front of us, and said with
confidence, “My son is not the devil, not a demon, but a human being.” Patient
after patient shared their story of being accepted for the first time, feeling
loved and cared for, and even being fed, but most of all they received healing.
As I was trying to listen to all the testimonies and commit
them to memory, I noticed the patient in the bed next to
me. Hasanatou is the feisty granny on the ward that all of us know well. Hasanatou’s
family placed in her a taxi, but it took her several weeks to make the day-long
journey. With the help of a stranger, she made it to the ship to have her
surgery in January. We are praying to find her family to escort her home. She
motioned to the nurse during the service that she was in pain. So instead of a
collection plate being passed at this church service, a little medicine cup
with a pill was passed to Hasanatou.
The last testimony came from a brother of
a patient, Ibrahima. Ibrahima was our last patient to have surgery here in
Guinea. Friday night I was on-call so I came back to the OR to take care of
Ibrahima. My friend gave me a report and told me it was a miracle that he
survived his first surgery to remove the jaw tumor. This was his third surgery
and we pray his last as he recovers on the ward. His brother told us many times
the family took Ibrahima to the mosque to pray for his life to end, for the misery
to end. His mother eventually sent Ibrahima with his brother to find help on
the ship. Ibrahima’s brother thanked us for giving him life again. As the ward
church finished with one more song, I looked around with a grateful heart at
the bandages covering our patients’ wounds and prayed that one day this will be
true for each one of them…
“And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying,
“Look! God’s
dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them.
They will
be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.
‘He will wipe
every tear from their eyes.
There will be no
more death’ or mourning or crying or pain,
for the old
order of things has passed away.”
Revelation 21:3-4
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