Build-a-Tree Workshop

As the saying goes,  "Only in Africa . . ."

can you build a tree to celebrate Christmas!

 

More Christmas!

It's my festive foot!

The orange color is surgery residue - only 13 more days until it finally gets washed!

Can you imagine having this friendly face teach you?  

He said his kids loved it yesterday!  

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to you from the Deck 3 Halls!

(Deck 3 is where the operating theatres and wards are.) 

Celebrating A Mighty KIng . . .

Who came as a babe . . . Isn't she beautiful?

Hopefully, one day, she'll join in the celebration of the King!

Life's Little Blessings . . .

It just last night that I reminded the kids of their cleaning chores - each had a bathroom to clean and a level to vacuum.  And they actually did it - quickly and without whining.  So why is that important?  Well, this morning I checked Reka's blog and discovered these two photos of bathrooms she was privileged to use in Guinea:

And all I can say is "Thank you, God, for the bathrooms we get to clean."  Amen.
  

Good news!

That's not the good news - but isn't it a great picture Reka took in Guinea?  Somehow, I think we might get in trouble traveling like that here in the States - not to mention, it could be a bit cold traveling during the winter!  Anyway, the good news is that Mercy Ships will be featured on "Sixty Minutes" somewhere between now and Christmas.  Filming took place before we arrived on the ship this summer.  Once I know the date, I'll let you know! 

Another story from the good ship . . .

While Deb isn't the nurse in the attached photo,  it is the right patient and it is Deb's story and as always, it is amazing!

My heart could burst!

During my night shift last week, I came into the ward to find a woman on the ventilator.  She had had quite a large tumour removed from her palate and a tracheostomy put in for her airway.  She wasn’t unstable or particularly sick post operatively but was a little too lazy to breathe on her own.

The following night, she was back in the ward, coping well with her trache and change of airway.  She spoke a language that wasn’t spoken by many of our translators, but she also wasn’t able to speak with her trache in. We were able to communicate well enough with her to meet her needs.

Over the following days, she recovered very well and at the beginning of my shift one day this week, it was time to remove the trache.  With a surgeon, ready with a scalpel to cut the sutures holding it to her skin and several nurses standing around ready, she sat wide eyed on a stool next to her bed.  With the swift motion, cutting the sutures and a gentle sweep of the wrist to pull out the trache, it was gone! The small hole in her neck gapped open as she took more breaths. Eyes still wide, pulse racing, nurses’ hands reassuringly resting on her, we told the translator to ask her to relax and just breathe normally.  Soon enough her wide eyes, calmed and she realised all of a sudden, this strange plastic tube in her neck was really gone! She was back to herself! Her smile spread ear to ear, almost as though her face would burst open with happiness.  She reached for every nurses and doctors hand, shaking it and murmuring her thanks.  We covered the small hole, letting it close over itself as it heals, and she stood to her feet.  One of our other patient’s mothers came over, and began to sing a song of praise and we stood around in a circle clapping along, as our dear patient danced, her arms raised high and her smile splitting all of our hearts open wide with joy! As she hugged every person she could reach, my heart danced. This, these moments, are exactly why I love my job here, where my heart could burst any moment because it just can’t contain any more joy!