Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Only at Sand Creek . . .

 Well, my friends, there won't be many more Sand Creek posts as I'm only scheduled to work one more day this fall . . .

Alas, it was a most lovely drive through the countryside today with all the brilliant fall colors.  Sadly, that was the highlight of the day.  My team build was fine.  The zippers were fine.  Nothing noteworthy or exciting to write about, but the colors - they were most excellent!

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Meet some patients . . .

Today's post is reblogged from "Be More Heart" by Kathy Shearon.  Kathy is a medical lab scientist aboard the good ship Mercy and hails from Minnesota!

Surgeries have been going on now for almost two months and we have had many stories of miracles and restoration and God’s faithfulness to our patients.  Some come from the far corners of Cameroon where the arid landscape of the northern districts differs from the lush tropical surroundings in Douala.  I can only imagine the sort of bravery it takes for our patients to leave everything that is familiar and travel many miles on roads of all conditions to arrive at a white ship for an unknown fate.  They are the brave ones, they are the heroes.  Surgery in any context is no light matter and it takes an unfathomable amount of faith and hope to come to a far away place that is so different than your everyday normal.

Come and meet a few of our patients.  A thank you to our wonderful communications team who allows us glimpses into their lives.

We had our final orthopedic surgeries last week so all the kids have started their long road to walking on straight legs.  B ward (where they all stay when admitted) may be slowly emptying but our physical therapists’ (aka physios in some parts of the world) days are filling up as they work with the patients to increase their range of motion so the kids will one day run with the rest of their peers.

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This is Justine.  She is a 12-year-old with an infectious grin and sweet demeanor and was our first ortho patient.  She suffered from an extreme case of bowed legs caused from malnutrition.  She is up and walking around with the aid of crutches.  The photo on the right shows her taking her first steps with one of the physios, Ashley, cheering her on.  I have always admired the determination these kids have.  Their drive to master relearning how to walk is truly inspirational.  Eventually Justine will be able to keep up with the rest of the kids her age.  One of my favorite sights at the hope center is the kids in casts playing a little soccer not letting the casts get in their way.  Hope in action.

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This is Ernest.  It is hard to tell looking at the left-hand picture but Ernest is in his late 20s and has had this facial tumor for almost a decade.  Those eyes tell of the hardships and desperation he has faced in his young life.  While his peers have gone off to get jobs, pursue schooling or to start families, he has been unable to do any of these things.  I always love the stories of when our patients get to see their reflection post-op for the first time (the photo on the right).  Many times they lift their hands up to touch their face and they stop by habit to where the tumor once was.  Then they slowly close the gap between their hand and their face finally tumor free.  It is a beautiful!

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What I first noticed about Fadimatou was her grinning eyes and beautiful head scarf.  She comes from one of the northern districts and had to travel many hours to get to Douala.  She is 13 and for those who have spent much time with kids this age know how strong the desire is to fit in.   Since birth Fadimatou has suffered with her cleft lip.  She is a fighter, however, because many babies are not able to get the nutrients that they need to survive to school age.  Her surgery has been successful and she can travel home with her lip intact!

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Last, but most certainly not least, is our fistula patients (aka VVF).  What is this exactly?  Our VVF patients suffer obstetric fistulas which is a hole between the vagina and bladder, rectum, or both.  These injuries are caused by prolonged obstructed labor most often resulting in the death of the infant and the mother incontinent for life.  This is an unheard of childbirth injury in the western world.  We have access to first class healthcare where birthing mothers can get help if they need it.  Some of these women were in labor for days with no assistance or relief.  The birth of a child is traditionally a joyous occasion no matter what part of the world you find yourself in.  Sadly for most of the ladies here their lives have been marked with deep sadness.  Many of our ladies that come to have surgery have lived with these injuries for 5, 10, 20 years.  Their stories may break my heart but the hope and joy they have at being here fills my soul.  The recovery process for this type of surgery is quite long so we get to know our VVF patients (lovingly called the ladies) quite well.  Everyday they are encouraged to walk the halls and sing.  It is one of my favorite parts of the day.











When they are finally dry and their fistula surgery has been a success (some need a second or third) each lady gets to attend a dress ceremony.  Here each one gets to share her testimony and gets a brand new beautiful dress to show her rebirth into society.  She has gone through tremendous healing: physical, spiritual and emotional.  I attended one last week and it was beautiful to see them walk down the hall, dressed in new, colorful dresses with their head held high singing all the way.  It is a privilege to get to celebrate with them.
A few weeks ago I finished a remarkable book about a clinic that was started in Ethiopia by an Australian couple who specialize in fistula surgeries: The Hospital by the River by: Catherine Hamlin.  I would highly recommend it!
These are only a few stories from the hundreds of faces that will pass through the hospital wards throughout the field-service.  Please continue to pray for each and every one of them.  They all do not have happy endings and for every “yes” for a surgery there are many “nos”.  There is always hope in our creator who is a part of everything we do on the Africa Mercy and in Cameroon.

“So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; 
rather we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen.  
For the things we see now will soon be gone, 
but the things we cannot see will last forever.”  
– 2 Corinthians 4:18 NLT

"Jesus, I am Yours!"

From my friend, Erin Kirk, who I met in 2014 when we were both serving with Mercy Ships in Tyler, Texas -

 

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Only at Sand Creek . . .

I must say, we had a lovely morning at Sand Creek.  We started off zipping a group of Boy Scouts from Blaine and I ended up touring a fun family from Burnsville, Lakeville and Hastings. 

I had a 1:00 p.m. team build with an adventurous singles group from the Twin Cities and it started to rain as we walked down to the low ropes course.  It rained, friends, for the next four hours and EVERYONE scheduled showed up excited to do the high ropes and/or zip!  Like really?

Our staff were cold, we were wet beyond belief, and ever so glad to go home after the bridal party left!  Trust me, I was hypothermic . . . and it's still raining!

Thursday, October 12, 2017

The Three Amigos

"Narcolepsy is a disorder of the nervous system.
It causes drowsiness and sleep attacks.
It’s also known as daytime sleep disorder and cataplexy."

Mom's oldest brother, Melvin, has narcolepsy.  Everyone in the family knows about it and everyone pretty much knows what to do when Uncle Mel has a spell.  That is - everyone in the family.

Tuesday morning, while Mom's youngest brother, Uncle Bob, was over at Dad's having coffee, Uncle Mel was also in town.  He stopped at a stop sign and fell asleep in his truck which was running at the time.  

The town cop (yes, that major metropolis of Lake Park, Iowa has one police officer!) found him and called "911".  The ambulance came and they got Uncle Mel out of his truck and strapped onto the gurney before he came to.  He refused to go to the hospital (which as family we knew he did not need to), but they needed to "do something" with him.

The cop called Dad.  Dad talked to Bob.  They brought Mel over to Dad's strapped to the gurney.  They unstrapped him at the front door.  Dad and Bob walked with Mel into the house.  The three amigos sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and eating cookies.  After about an hour, Bob brought Mel to his truck and they both went home while Dad went to Dinner Date.

I asked Dad if he'd told EMS that Mel had narcolepsy and he said, "No.  I just told them next time use an ice cube.  They looked at me kind of funny and left."

Hmmm . . . maybe, Dad, you should have told them to place the ice cube on the back of his neck!

Thankful Thursday!

"Thankful Thursday" actually posted on a Thursday - imagine that!  Maybe it's because it all started last night when . . .

Micah and I went to a Christian College Fair in Chaska.  Micah is interested in going to a Christian college, but she would like to stay in Minnesota.  The first college we saw at the fair was Westmont College in Santa Barbara, California.  My friend, Patti (Wilger) Hunter, is a provost there.  The representative, of course, knew her.  But she didn't know the Patti I knew - the Patti of Eagle Lake Camp who went mountain climbing and square dancing and camping.  Good memories of good times.

The next college was Northwestern College in Orange City, Iowa.  The oldest daughter of the first pastor I remember from our home town church married the (now retired) athletic director at Northwestern.  Of course the representative knew Barry and Laura Brandt.  And while I didn't actually know Laura, I certainly had fun with her younger sisters, twins Mary and Marla, because they were my age.  More good memories . . . 

Just across the aisle from Northwestern was Calvin College, located somewhere in Michigan.  I knew of Calvin College because my first course manager at Sand Creek, Calvin Joustra, graduated from Calvin College.  Calvin came to Sand Creek with his wedding party this summer and I met a lot more Calvin graduates.  One of my favorite Calvin memories was on the Fourth of July in 2014 when he zipped the entire course carrying the American flag!  It was awesome!

I am thankful for these memories and more because I have them.  One of my friends from our Ukrainian team this summer, Ben Utech, is losing his memory due to multiple concussions and I can't imagine his loss.  So I am thankful for this gift . . .   

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

1701 . . .

Not the year, my friends, but the number of miles I have successfully swum at the YMCA!  No wonder I smell like chlorine!