Friday, June 29, 2018

Thankful Thursday!

I can only say in all honesty that I am ever so thankful I spent the last two days at Sand Creek!  Micah's grad party is on Saturday and she wanted to bake and decorate all of her own goodies for it.  She's baked five different kinds of cookies (crinkle cookies, sugar cookies, chocolate chip, ginger snap and raisin oatmeal!), she's made two different kinds of cupcakes (vanilla bean and chocolate) and she worked with Kim (her baking mentor) until 11 p.m. last night on her official cake topper.  She's frosted cupcakes and sugar cookies and she's used every measuring spoon, dish, tray and container we have in the house!  Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration - since I thankfully was not here to clean counters, wash dishes and pack things away, I really don't know!

But this I know - my daughter has a love for baking and she so enjoys using the gifts and talents God has given her.  For that, I am thankful . . . take a peek!   

Grandma's Sugar Cookies
Crazy, creative cupcakes!

Only at Sand Creek on a Thankful Thursday!

We started at 8:00 a.m. yesterday with a family reunion zipping.  The first one to go was a grandson after my own heart!  He was a bit older and not afraid so I asked him if he wanted to freak out his family.  Of course, he did!  With our new platform, if you jump on the launching pad, the whole platform rocks - and it rocks well!  We jumped three times and got around thirty people to scream!  Not bad . . . 

After they left, it was time for "rescue practice on the high ropes".  Yup, I was "on belay" and jumping like a maniac to get all 100 pounds of Nicole up and off the line.  I don't know what I'm going to do for a "big boy", but I got the "hang" of it!  Let's hope adrenaline kicks in . . . 

After lunch, it was time to check the first aid kits.  We were laughing as we read the expiration dates on some of the stuff - 2017 wasn't nearly as bad as 2013!  Whoops!  Time to get some new stuff . . . 

Then we had the afternoon rush.  It turns out that all the roads in the west metro are either under water or under construction - or so we've been told.  People were late, people were lost, people were added, people were fun - and all of a sudden, it was 6:15!  Never mind that I was off at 5:15.  I got in the final zip with a mum and her two daughters who left a generous tip to make up for the day before . . . because good things only happen at Sand Creek! 

Only at Sand Creek - Wednesday!

Wednesday morning I had a group from Boston Scientific out in the low ropes course.  We had a blast!  They worked well together, did a couple of elements in the high ropes and then went zipping.  We finished up a bit late and I was asked if I could stay and launch the next group of zippers that had come in.  I was in no hurry to go home (see "Thankful Thursday!"), so stay I did!

They were a riot!  From the mom who came out to take pictures on the wrong side of the safety line to the kids from England - we had a jolly good time!  Unfortunately, not a single tip the whole day . . . 

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Only at Sand Creek!

The text came at 6:15 a.m. yesterday morning - "all available staff who can come and help clean up around platform one this morning are welcome."  Fortunately, I didn't find that text until 6:45 a.m.  I pulled in at 8:30 a.m. (I certainly didn't need to rush - I brushed Annie's teeth!) and it was a mad house and a mess and it certainly didn't look like we were going to be open by 10 a.m. for zippers!  

Unfortunately, I was right.  There were some very unhappy, disgruntled people - understandably so, yet regrettably so - refunds were made, we had an early lunch and at noon, I sent the first people off of our new platform one.  Take a peek . . .

Going off of the new platform!

The western view of platform two!

The land that gave way - it looks way better in real life!

The eastern view off the platform!

Our new up-top arrangement designed by yours truly!
 Fortunately, our day ended well.  I got to zip twice, meet a young lady who works at Reptile Gardens in Rapid City, psych out a psychology major, and laugh with a bridal party!

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Only at Sand Creek . . .

I saw the four sections for the new platform one today - unfortunately, they were neither in place nor put together.  There is a distinct possibility we may not be open on Saturday for anything but high ropes.  Keep praying! 

Down at the high ropes, I have never in my life seen someone as shaky as the young man we had on the "Charlie Chaplin".  He had all the lines moving and his knees were doing double-time. He had to start over twice, but he made it.

Before he got up there, we had the chance to talk.  He was telling me his favorite place to disc golf was Kenwood Trail Middle School.  Never one to pass up an opportunity, I said, "That's where I go to church!  If you're ever there on a Sunday morning and want to stop in for services before golfing, we start at 10:30."  

Seed planting . . .    

Thankful Thursday - There's More!

When I write a "Thankful Thursday" before Thursday, I'm pretty sure that's the best I've got for the week.  This week, God just chose to heap more Thursday blessings on me . . .
  • My first came early this morning at the Y.  As I looked at the lane options, Glenn was my top choice.  He's like in his late 70's, has a crew cut and only swims the sidestroke.  I've known him for years.  I knew could swim with him and come out alive.  Of course, as soon as I popped into the pool, he said he was done.  I said, "Oh, no, Glenn, I told the lifeguards I was swimming with you.  You'll need to do one more lap, or we won't be swimming together."  I took off and sure enough, Glenn did one more lap while I did a couple.  I am thankful for his fun and spontaneity.
  • Jan showed up around 6:30 a.m. in a baseball cap.  Two weeks into chemo for breast cancer she lost all her hair.  We talked a bit.  Then I said, "Jan, I don't know where you stand on prayer, but I am praying for you."  I am thankful that I can share that bit of Jesus with her.
  • At 11 a.m. this morning, we met with Julie at livingWATERS regarding Micah's grad party (it will be held in their fellowship hall next Saturday).  All I could feel was heaps and heaps of grace given to us, surrounded by love, as they freely shared their space with us.  It was amazing . . . we don't attend church there, but Micah has gone to youth group there for three years.  All I could do is say, "Thank you", and smile.
  • Lastly, we found out today that Sam's district has reached a tentative teacher agreement after negotiations yesterday.  It has been a long nasty battle, 356 days without a contract.  Teachers were told to do no unnecessary spending this summer and to look for summer jobs.  We are thankful that rather than a potential strike this fall, there may be a settlement.  Teachers will have to vote, but there is finally hope on the horizon.         
 For this, I am thankful.
 

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Thankful Thursday!

Is coming right at you with three more hours left to this Wednesday!  It is with a most thankful heart that I want to tell you what our friends have done . . .

My PMR (polymyalgial rheumatic) is not doing what I want it to do - mainly healing and going far, far away!  So after a long conversation with Sam on Sunday, we decided that I would use "Sign Up Genius" to see if some of our friends would be available to help with Micah's graduation party on June 30.

I cannot tell you how blessed and thankful we are that . . .
  • Neighbors Jill (plus one!) and Nancy, along with friend, Cindy, are going to help us decorate the church.  They're all far taller than I am - it's going to be great!
  • Dear friends Jana and Heidi have offered to take care of the food the very first hour;
  • With long time friends (think early '80's) Julie and Sue taking care of food the second hour;
  • Neighbors Nancy and Mary have agreed to taking care of the food the last hour - even after I accused them them of taking that slot so that they could eat all that they wanted and save me from having to bring anything home;
  • Friends JP and Rosemary (met JP in 1980!) and Ann and Mike (met Ann in 1982!) are going to stay and help us clean up.
I am feeling beyond blessed and fortunate and NOT at all stressed out!  Indeed, it is a most Thankful Thursday!

"Friends, I believe in you,
Think of you,
And pray for you.
And when another day is through,
I'll still be friends with YOU!"
(Eagle Lake Camp 1985) 

Sharing Mercy . . .

While coming out of the woods with Annie this morning, I ran into our neighbor, Stan.  He said, "You're not on the ship this summer!"  I replied (oh, tell me what was I thinking?), "You're not with your wife this morning!"  Yikes!  That could have really blown up in my face . . .

Fortunately, he was with his daughter, Emily, whom I had not yet met and who just happened to be a nurse.  They let me walk up the hill with them and share stories from the good ship Mercy.  What a pleasant morning!  And maybe someday, Emily . . . 

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Only at Sand Creek . . .

Can your shoes look just like those!

These are the guys working on rebuilding platform 1 in a whole new location, be it still on top of the hill!  I'm actually quite excited!  The new platform is going to go out over the cliff.  I can only imagine how challenging it may be for people to be suspended over nothing and prepare to zip! I'm looking forward to it!

In the meantime, we had a lovely father-daughter team this afternoon who did quite well on the high ropes.  I'll be back out tomorrow to see progress (we're hoping!) and to see a new group conquer the high ropes . . .

Monday, June 18, 2018

Grad Dog . . .

Yeah, most people have a guard dog.
We, my friends, have a grad dog.

 Party on!

GONE!!!

Like literally!  Two hours before I was suppose to go to work today, I got a text saying that the cliff under our first platform at Sand Creek washed away compliments of all the rain we've been having!  Like gone!

Staff are currently in the process of moving and rebuilding platform 1.  If you're praying, would you pray for wisdom and safety for those involved in the process?  I'm going out tomorrow to work high ropes and I'll have a better idea then . . . 

Saturday, June 16, 2018

The Cousins

Interestingly, we found out this past year that our friend, Keith, on the good ship Mercy, has a brother named Jay and a brother named Mark Donald.  Why is that interesting?

Today, we went to my cousin's daughter's grad party - and I think you've caught the vision!  Growing up, we celebrated every Easter (their house) and Thanksgiving (our house) with my mom's sister Harriet, her husband Harvey, and their children (drum roll please!) Keith, Jay, Don and Jolene!

L to R:  Jay, Harriet, me, Lisa, Keith, Harvey, Steve, Jolene, Mia, and Don
I can not tell you how much fun we had with family - some of whom we hadn't seen in over twenty years!

 

Friday, June 15, 2018

North Central University vs. Road Construction

Micah and I went to Freshman Orientation today at North Central University downtown.  For those of you who are not local, all exits to downtown are now closed due to road construction.  We left with ample time and a back route up.  We got there early.  All was well.

Going home was a different story.  My phone was in the process of dying so no "Google Maps" for me.  Micah thought she knew the way home and took off, but the ramps were all closed and her phone was in her purse.  Eventually, she pulled over, pulled her phone out, and found an alternate route.  Meanwhile, I saw a lot of sights I hadn't see in years, discovered a lot of new places, and bit my tongue.  

Can I just say orientation was better than the drive home?    

Seventeen, Eighteen, Seventeen, Sixteen . . .

That, my friends, is the ever changing number of students we had in our Water Safety Aide class this past week at Dakota Hills.  We started with seventeen, gained one from another class, lost one due to an ear infection, and lost another due to her perceived inability to swim.  We could have made her good, but we weren't given the opportunity.  How do I know that?

We met with each of our students right after lunch on Thursday and shared with them what they did well and what they needed to improve on.  It was amazing!  All but three listened and showed the improvements we wanted to see!  To God be the glory! 

Thankful Thursday!

Thankful Thursday actually happened on Wednesday this week - and I'm finally blogging it on Friday!

Deb and I were college friends at Mankato. After college, she lived in Hector while I lived in Granite and we'd get together in Olivia.  Eventually I moved to Eagan. then Lakeville, and she moved to Apple Valley.  We began just exchanging Christmas cards and supporting each other on mission trips.  Who knows why life happens like that? 

Fast forward to this Wednesday and I stopped by her house on my way home from work.  She was having a "Stampin' Up" open house.  My demonstrator had retired and by default, she became my new one.  (Note:  she's going to be excellent!)

My friends, it was if we had never been apart!  In less that thirty minutes, we had gone from talking about our grey hair to the faithfulness of our God - with a house full of other people!

I am thankful for friendships that last and encourage and that can be built upon.  That's next our our list - to rebuild our friendship to His glory!

When Giving Blood . . .

Micah and I went up to Berean on Tuesday to give blood after multiple e-mails stating, "There is an overwhelming need for your blood type . . ."  Neither of us thought we'd pass the "iron" test, but mine was a whopping 13.1 while Micah didn't quite make it.

It has to be God-ordained - the matching of you and your phlebotomist - because mine needed me that day.  I found out she was a newly wed originally from Louisiana.  Her husband was from Somalia.  We talked about the challenges of marriage, and I said Sam and I only had to deal with "eastern Iowa" vs. "western Iowa".  They had two very different continents and two very different counties.  I have lived in Africa.  She has not even visited.  I understood just a bit the challenges she faced.

Our conversation ventured on the children.  She shared with me that she had just miscarried in April.  I empathized so with her.  I told her we had had a birth mother who had changed her mind and kept the baby between Matt and Micah.  It took me six years before I was able to drive through White Bear Lake without crying.  She began to cry and shared, "My husband says I just need to get over it."  Oh, wrong answer!    

"I can be love where I live, 
and that is Christ, 
and He really does make all the difference." 
Ann Kiemel

Sunday, June 10, 2018

You Have Never Failed Me Yet



This morning in church, we sang "Do It Again" by Elevation Worship.  Lines like "You have never failed me yet", "great is Your faithfulness" and "I see You move mountains" landed on me without hope.  

I watched my dear friend Jana who is battling brain cancer raise her hands in worship - Jesus is her confidence.  

I'm fighting PMR (polymyalgial rheumatica) and wondering why for a third time I've had to increase my meds.  God brought to mind the three Hebrew lads, Shadrach, Meshach and Abbednego, who faced the firey furnace with the confidence that God was able to deliver them, and even if He did not, that did not change who He was.    

He has never failed me yet.  Great is His faithfulness.  I will see Him move mountains, it just may not be in my way or in my time.  To Him be the glory.

Rescue Hero!

When the kids were little, one of our favorite TV shows was "Rescue Heroes".  

I actually needed a Rescue Hero last week when my i-pod fell into the air conditioner.  

Micah was laughing hysterically as she found wire in the garage.  Neighbor Nancy was laughing, too, when she brought over the wire coat hangers. 

We could see it on the "bottom" of the air conditioner.  We could touch it with our "fishing poles".  We could not successfully extricate it - most likely because we were laughing so hard!

Sam came home, took the top off, and used Nancy's "pinchers" to pull it out.  Since I have the i-pod, I consider it a successful mission!  Thank you, Rescue Hero!

Saturday, June 9, 2018

PMR - The Slow Road

I found out yesterday that I'm on the slow road to recovery with my PRM  - polymyalgia rheumatica.  For the third time, rather than decreasing my medication dose, we're back at ground zero and increasing it.  Then rather than trying to decrease it on a weekly basis, we're now going to try it on monthly basis and see if that makes a difference.  Not what I wanted.  Not what I was hoping for.

But I am reminded again and again - it's all a matter of perspective.  Walking is difficult, but I can walk - unlike the student who graduated with Micah in a wheel chair because he is fighting brain cancer.  Rolling over in bed may be challenging, but I can roll over unlike my mother-in-law.  My chest hurts, but I still have the original chest - not like my friend Sarah who is sending me videos of what they did and are doing to her after her double mastectomy!       

So I thank God that hope may be on the horizon and I am waiting for His time.

Walk For Life!

Early this morning, Sam, Micah and I were volunteering at Lake Nokomis at New Life Family Service's Walk and Run for Life.  Micah and I manned the "Super Hero" mask making while Sam played lawn games.  Then, while everyone else did the walk, we managed to have several great conversations with the social workers, including our very own Brita Weber!  A most excellent morning!  Fortunately, the rain held off until the race was finished.  Glory!  

A BIG thank you to friends and family who helped us raise $340.00 for a most worthwhile cause!

Friday, June 8, 2018

It's all in the hair . . .

You've got to check this out!  Three years apart, my children of West African heritage both let their hair be natural at graduation.  Don't you love it?

Micah - LNHS 2018

Matthew - LNHS 2015
 

Thankful Thursday!

This post is a day late, but trust me - so was graduation last night!

You're looking at the last name called at Lakeville North's graduation - Number 463 - and let me tell you, I am thankful for her!  

I am thankful for her helpful spirit, her desire to talk, her baking, her kindness, her love of family and so much more.  

I am thankful for Micah Rae Heuer Zupke.  May God always lead you as you begin your life journey . . .

PT

The physical therapists at Twin Cities Ortho work as teams of two.  You always start with the most "degreed" therapist and then as you schedule, you generally get who ever is available.  

Wednesday was my last day of therapy and I was with the assistant therapist.  In between exercises, we discussed her son's (failure) at potty training.  It was great.  Somewhere in there, my therapist came over and asked me about Sand Creek because the client she was working with wanted to go zip lining.

As I explained how it worked, they decided she should try it.  And then it was back to potty training . . .    

One Interesting Fact . . .

This past Tuesday and Thursday, Noah (my supervisor) and I taught Basic Life Support and First Aid to the staff from Camp Streefland.  What a hoot!  As we introduced ourselves at the beginning of each class, we asked the participants to share one interesting fact about themselves.  We had some winners:
  • I'm an identical twin;
  • I've been to Nicaragua seven times;
  • Last summer, I stood on top of the active volcano that just went off in Venezuela;
  • I've climbed two fourteeners (sorry buddy, I've climbed nine!);
  • I'm trying to get into the Guiness Book of World Records by holding my breath as long as possible and by balancing on a yoga ball.  I'll be happy with either one;
  • I guess my most interesting fact is I'm the least interesting person here.
Here's hoping you all have an awesome summer at Streefland!   

Monday, June 4, 2018

More on Sand Creek!

Micah came in before 6 a.m. this morning to let me know this was on WCCO Channel 4 last night.  The link for the video is:  http://minnesota.cbslocal.com/2018/06/03/finding-minnesota-sand-creek-adventures/  Now you can cut, paste and come zip with me!

MINNEAPOLIS (WCCO) — There’s a part of Jordan, in Scott County, that’s both scenic and maybe a little scary. Imagine spending your summer days on top of a 100-foot cliff. It’s a reality for the good folks at Sand Creek Adventures.
They run a zip line course that encourages team building as you soar above the tree tops, where taking that first step goes a long way to overcoming your fears.

“The first step is a doozy. We are 100 feet off the actual creek bed right now,” Duane Larson said. “Once they take off, we take care of the rest.”

Seven years ago, he had a dilemma on his hands. What do you do when your family’s property is on a bluff? The answer: you turn it into a zip line.

“Really, the first step you hop off and it’s unbelievable. The feeling that goes down your spine,” visitor Jake Marciniak said.

Safety comes first. The rest is all fun and adrenaline. Sand Creek Adventures has three zig-zagging zip lines. The first line is the highest, the second takes you over the creek, and the third includes a slide so you get that “free fall” effect.

sand creek adventures Familys 100 Foot Bluff Becomes Zip Line Adventure

(credit: CBS)

And if you’re still up for it, there’s a high ropes course 40 feet off the ground that encourages team work among the tree tops.

“Just the challenge of being up there and figuring out what you are going to do and the problem-solving is just really cool. I like it,” visitor Laura Larson said.
Sand Creek Adventures has become a great place to hang out — pun intended — but it didn’t happen overnight. Larson said it actually took nine months. That’s because there’s a lot more here than meets the eye. When you are creating something this far above ground, you can’t be afraid of heights.
“(It took) a lot of tractors, loaders, that you can grab onto, and then literally boats that you can move down the creek, throwing down ropes and bringing it up,” Larson said.

Today, it’s used by businesses, church groups and even sports teams. Guests have come from around the world, even places as far-flung as Antarctica and Siberia. The motto here seems to be “Come for the view. Stay for the zip.”
“It’s an amazing spot. People drive up and they are like, whoa, you have a 100-foot bluff. It’s a very unique piece of property,” Larson said.

Sand Creek is looking to add more zip lines and they hope to expand their high ropes course by the end of the year.

Only at Sand Creek!

Only at Sand Creek can you have a most glorious day like we did on Saturday!  Our 9 a.m. group cancelled due to rain, so we started late and we stayed dry!  Every group was a fun group, to the over-sixty ladies wearing beanies to the birthday party at the end!  Can you say, "Lovin' it!"?

Sunday, June 3, 2018

The Reunion.


I came across this picture as we were working on Micah's senior slide show.  It was taken in Liberia in 2007 with friends we had known on the ship since 2004.  The end caps, Lauren and Taylor, are from Tennessee.  The adorable blonde next to Micah is from England.  I sent this photo out to their parents and Olly came up with a most awesome idea - "we need a reunion".  He's so right!  We all agree!  Now, how to make it happen . . .

Friday, June 1, 2018

Leon

Another reblogged post from "Ainsworths in Africa" . . .


Many of us have injuries, stretch marks or war wounds – all of which leave behind a story in the form of a scar. We might try and hide these blemishes to avoid re-living the battle. But what happens when your scars become the focal point of your life?    
       
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon for 42 year old Leon, catching a lift on the back of a friend’s motorcycle. Racing through traffic, the driver swerved to avoid oncoming vehicles as they made their way across the city.  All of a sudden they lost control and Leon was thrown from the bike. Given the extent of his friend’s life threatening injuries, Leon counted himself lucky to only walk away with flesh wounds around his jaw. With the hospital closed and little money to spend on treatment, Leon made the long journey back home to his remote village. Little did he know that leaving his injuries to heal without medical attention would result in a keloid tumor of scar tissue that would grow larger and heavier every day.

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Fifteen years later, unable to access the care that he needed, life with this wife and eight children had become increasingly difficult. He pushed through and continued working on a cocoa farm to support his family, but it was no easy feat: “There are certain things I just can’t do at work, like using a chainsaw. It’s just too uncomfortable for me” said Leon. “It brings me down that I can’t do my job properly”.

Word of mouth brought Leon to Mercy Ships, as his wife and children waited eagerly for his return to his village. Back home he was used to being mocked, the taunting voices becoming a part of everyday life: “There are few people left that empathize with me anymore. I am sad and not really living my life, but rather coping with life”.

The tumor, which was one of the largest keloid tumors the plastic surgeon had ever operated on, was successfully removed and a skin graft used to patch up the remaining wound around his jaw. But surgery alone could not remove the emotional baggage that had grown around Leon’s heart. Before long a smile began to spread across his face, where once there was sadness. The scar tissue that had grown from years of torment and ridicule began to break away: “I feel lighter” he proclaims, “like a weight has been lifted and not just because of the physical tumor. My burden has been removed”.

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As the time drew closer for Leon to return home, he pictured his reunion with his family: “My younger children won’t recognize me, they’ve never seen me without my condition!” he exclaimed. Leon’s tumor had determined how he’d felt for a very long time; different, rejected and displeasing. But after time on the Africa Mercy, those feelings were exchanged for assurance, acceptance and contentment.

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Bernard

Today's post is reblogged from "Ainsworths in Africa".  Enjoy!

Despite his passion for education, admirable work ethic and obvious intelligence, 19 year old Bernard faced a future in which he would be judged by his appearance. He would not be merited on his hard-earned qualifications nor his determination to succeed, but would be placed in a box of limitation due to the neurofibroma that had overwhelmed his face for over a decade.

Maxfax patient Bernard before

When Bernard was four years old his parents first noticed a growth on his face, but were unable to get him the treatment that he needed. Hope was ignited when he was 11 and local surgeons agreed to operate. But that same flicker of hope was soon extinguished after doctors declared the condition too complex and cancelled the surgery. Bernard and his family were told they would need to pay $60,000 for a specialist and the reality of the tumor never being removed began to sink in: “That day I felt hopeless” said Bernard, his head hung. “I had told all of my friends that I was getting surgery and I had to go back defeated”.

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Bernard used his disappointment to drive his efforts into school, promising to not let it affect his life. But deep down, he still waited for a phone call to say that something would and could be done. Over the years Bernard gained excellent merits at school and was striving towards a better future for himself. His father encouraged him to dream and always made sure to ask him what he wanted to become, motivating him to work hard to reach his goals.

The young dreamer soon became a top student in his class and a star achiever: “You cannot let what people say about you stop you from doing what you want to do. All my life I wanted to be something big and no matter what people said about me, I would not let it stop me.”

But all the qualifications and positivity in the world could not stop other people limiting Bernard’s ability because of his appearance: “I did not feel limited inside but I knew that my condition would restrict me externally as people would judge me.” As Bernard looked towards a college education and potential work, he knew that his tumor would play a factor in his future. “It’s great that it didn’t affect his personality or self-esteem but eventually these types of conditions can lead to further problems and it would be hard for him to get a job where he wasn’t judged” said Ward Team Leader Deb Louden (AUS), who cared for Bernard while onboard the Africa Mercy.

His school teachers knew this was a possibility and were concerned for their student. After pointing him in the direction of Mercy Ships, Bernard was given the opportunity to have surgery: “When they told me it was possible, I had a feeling of euphoria I can’t even explain!” exclaimed Bernard. But in the back of his mind was the knowledge that the removal of his genetically caused neurofibroma was no standard procedure.

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Ten hours of surgery, and over 4.5 liters of blood loss later, Bernard awoke free from the weight that threatened to hold him back. Despite still feeling dizzy, disorientated and filled with drainage tubes, Bernard immediately began asking when he could return to school. At the first available opportunity he took out his study books and spoke to fellow classmates on the phone to catch up on lesson notes while down in the wards. Nothing was stopping this determined young man from taking the exams the following month that would determine his future.

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Following previous disappointments and surgery cancellations, Bernard had only told a small handful of people at his school where he had been.

Maxfax patient Bernard in the ward few days after surgery

So when he walked into his exam hall filled with hundreds of his friends and schoolmates, there was an eruption of joy: “We cannot believe it!” cried one friend, “what a difference this will make to his life!”

Maxfax patient Bernard at his school
Maxfax patient Bernard at his school

Teachers and pupils began to dance and cheer as Bernard made his way to the front of the room to triumphantly greet his peers: “Before the surgery…” he began, “people would keep their distance. But now people approach me. It’s given me more confidence and self-esteem and I now have more opportunities than I had before! Thank you Mercy Ships!”

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