Wednesday, April 16, 2014
“Good-morning,” says Mis Katie. And then she launches into a descriptive medical class, in which she shows the waiting patients some health tips and physical education. There always seems to be a need to educate the people here, and while they are waiting to be seen by the nurses is an excellent time to fill their minds with medical information.
Everyone is happy to see our new nurse Mali, who arrived last night. She is already helping with blood pressures and stocking our new med shipment into the depot. It is especially nice for the Haitians because she knows French already.
Nurse Kindra left us suddenly Monday afternoon. Why? Her mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Why her? Why now? Our tears followed her out the door. It definitely is not an easy time for her. She is now back in Tennessee with her family, blessing them instead of us. We miss her already, needless to say.
Jean Frantz is back! Pastor Levy surprised us and brought him up the mountain today. We are planning to keep him here and bandage him every day until it is safe to send him home. We were shocked when we realized the wound was wrapped in a bloody, dry cloth for the last day or so, but God helping us again, we hope everything will be fine, and his body will not reject the graft now, because of that.
We promptly cleaned it up with sterile water, and rebandaged it with sterile dressings and moist, non-stick bandages spread with B&W cream. Jean Frantz's friends in the neighborhood are already showing up to visit him and help him forget his misery.
God is good, all the time. Even when we come to him with open hands, saying, “Poukisa?”
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