"How are the twins and their mom? How is the boy with the head band on? How is the little Grandma that doesn't eat? How is the lady who just got an IV during the night and was having abdominal pain?
It was an end-of-the week Friday. That kind. Steve and Shana were in town shopping for meds. We needed them. I mean the meds. We needed Steve and Shana, too, but that couldn't be helped too much right now. So we prayed as we sailed into the day. Figuring the doctor was going to arrive sometime in the day to assist us, we saved a few questions in our minds for his consideration.
The twins mom seemed to be holding her own by all medical standards. She still had various spells of stubborness in which she decided not to feed her babies or take her meds. These happened at one o'clock in the night or during the day. Since we suspected hormonal or spiritual issues were the cause of these outbursts, we were hoping she could go home after clinic Friday afternoon.
Since the Grandma with the bellyache was feeling better, too, we also wanted to send her home. Her daughter asked if we could assist her with transportation to Grafu. We had not yet seen the doctor, and clinic was closed, so we kind of figured he wouldn't arrive anymore.
I called Delwin on the radio and we decided to take them all at once...
It turned into a major event. The mom threw another thrashing fit, and made it difficult for us to be positive we should send her home. But her stats held stable, and Mis Leda was certain that we should send her home.
What a running, flying, shouting, shoving mass of people. It was rather interesting...and loud, as such Haitian send-offs are. The machine was becoming fuller and fuller. A full five days worth of living needed to be hauled off...kettles, blankets, medicines, and food.
And then the people needed to be put on, too. The Grandma, who was feeling better, along with her daughter, were up front holding the twins, and the dad was in the back, holding his wife and the boxes carefully under an umbrella.
As soon as we were done waving our good-byes to the people in the machine, we needed to make sure everyone was comfortable in the hospital. The new lady, a pregnant woman, with no known medical malady was given entrance. Throughout the remainder of the day, she was prayed over fervently, and many people came and went to help sing or pray with her. She would stiffen her body and thrash around strangely at times.
Friday night we were called down once more to see if perhaps any physical problem could be detected. We found none. Another prayer service was conducted. We looked at the old Grandma again. The prognosis looked very sad for her.
Saturday dawned. The Grandma was taken home. I felt a sense of loss when I realized that she would probably never be back.
Sunday comes after Saturday. It usually does. What a gorgeous, gentle morning here in Haiti. But the twin's dad is back. His wife is still throwing her spells...what is wrong? Can she come back, he wonders.
Delwin and I jump on the machine and go to check her. She is still medically fine...as far as we can tell. So we came home and went to church to sing and pray.
Thy pregnant lady asked for prayer during church service, and wow, all the pastors and deacons were praying over her and the whole congregation broke into a pleading for her spiritual welfare, that the demonic influence of her would be released.
|The twins mom with the babies. Pray lots for her, that whatever spiritual|
hold back there is or seems to be, would come out of her and she would
be made totally whole.
|Making a house call Sunday morning to check out the|
|This is the old lady after they brought her in, she passed away a day or two|
after we sent them home, we aren't sure but it seemed a lot like she had cancer.