tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52540140342363798452024-03-05T18:46:56.219-05:00Haiti Clinic LifeWelcome to the Gospel to Haiti Clinic Blog!
We are located in the beautiful mountainous terrain of rural southern Haiti, and our clinic serves its small community in many ways. These pictures and comments are about individual people whose lives we have been able to touch in some way. Look through the compassionate eyes of Christ, and pray for them...Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09122830352065726376noreply@blogger.comBlogger586125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-46088365198288492602023-03-16T16:22:00.003-04:002023-03-16T16:25:03.697-04:00New Website/Blog!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> This Blog is being replaced!</span><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.gospeltohaiti.org" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="550" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG_QmXFJAb8ESg7K0J9VwhLBEAnrXyt-IS-O2I0HPvuFewc6lAyVU30B6nHGePM__uh0NZFVuzzhm78t0snutUpdjv5a9CnDxbrF4_mszupz0szbYl4VC6VfFOakoUVO8E-34v9nlk8wM57krNOsQ5sTD120R1IE7ql1BZSncLcRIU17Z_Pc5JQtAKuw/w640-h418/NewWebsiteAnnouncement-4074292040.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>We're Excited to announce that our new website has launched! The new website has a whole new blog built into it so we will no longer be posting here on this blog. Please click the link below to check it out and most of all please subscribe to the email newsletter so you will be notified every time the blog gets updated.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <a href="http://www.gospeltohaiti.org">www.gospeltohaiti.org</a></span> <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Everyone that wishes to receive our email updates will need to head over to the website and sign up. Even those who received email updates from this blog. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for everyone's prayers and support. They are greatly felt and we thank God for you! </span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></p>Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09122830352065726376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-82772850330759943872023-02-09T14:13:00.001-05:002023-02-09T14:13:44.663-05:00<div>02/09/2023</div><div>Some people don't believe in God because of the suffering in this world. I was thinking about that and came to the conclusion that God is not the one who causes suffering. It is because of the fall. We are sinners, and the world is not perfect anymore. I saw one of my little babies on the milk program. She came in with dry, hard skin from scabies all over her body. I talked to the mom and dad and explained how serious the condition of their child is. She is eight months old and weighs ten pounds. As Loveda and I bathed her, we rubbed the soap into her head, and she was so happy. Her little skin was so itchy! She has been coming everyday now for a couple of days for Loveda and I to track her progress and give her a bath. She is really responding. Each day she comes, her skin is a little better, and she is more alert. Thank God for healing! Each day we see hurting people. There is so much hurt in this world because of sin, but Jesus is the REDEEMER. He is the true HEALER whether we have physical or spiritual needs. Thank you for your continued support and prayers. We could not do it without you! </div><div>Mis Mackenzie</div><img id="id_3688_e9e0_bed2_f45e" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/iS1imveNgNEA8ahC-aZ4TjeC385UKkSr8QqpHSAv6b2YGqHVDGOKTbrLnCB8EupalS4" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">The little girl on the milk program </div><img id="id_d438_598c_c556_dc05" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/A63af5yEVSeaQbDY5uQ47cgTT-7SmkRn9tnwakiMAPm__cYo0xZxskKQGQU2E2rasjk" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br> We went visiting <br><img id="id_18cc_16fe_cd2c_b832" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/Hq3yDDfliUM-txzE-t9iG8eIcVrY6fnzY_oaNChL4Us64dxYklGEHOoXxe_yxM-Ho0g" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">This little girl was born near the end of our clinic day </div><img id="id_6300_840a_eb4c_4308" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/z-rqYu_jS8N5MYfmCfr4hYZt6tdJAALQJY9oN9TB128DhXIFqPyNUsver8UOgTDnQzE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">My family had an opportunity to visit me last month! </div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-9675020479348766532023-01-13T14:47:00.001-05:002023-01-13T14:47:30.774-05:00Update from Marla <div>This post is written by Marla, almost a month ago and I made a mistake and didn’t get it posted. I’m sorry. Enjoy her words almost a month late. ☺️</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>It's December and only a couple days away from Christmas and vacation! We're trying to wrap the year up, and with end of year cleaning and inventory we have our work cut out for us. </div><div>It's been a good year and as I reflect I see the faithful hand of God, He never did leave us. He walked with us through the pain and joy. </div><div>When we had no answer and wondered why, He was there and understood. </div><div>When there's a baby that doesn't have a mom that loves her and lives and then there's a mother that grieves for the loss of her newborn child because she loved her baby even before she was born. </div><div>I find myself asking God why. This land is filled with so much pain, loss and beauty. </div><div>Yesterday as I sat in the emergency room and held a child who couldn't breathe well because of a cold, my heart broke for the child as the DR recommended that they stay longer and do a few more treatments but the mom/Grandma said she didn't have time so they left.</div><div>Today I held a little girl, her and her twin sister are on the milk program their cheeks are chubby and their hair is now long enough to be put into braids, the mom's face lit up like a proud mom because of her daughters. </div><div>It's not in how much things we have or are given that makes life beautiful but it's when you have someone that cares.</div><div>I hope this Christmas brings you joy! Share the gift of Chrsit and be that someone who cares!</div><div>Thank you all for your support and prayers! </div><div>Merry Christmas- Miss Marla Zimmerman</div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-82401932627034910042022-11-18T15:39:00.001-05:002022-11-18T15:39:52.993-05:00<div>Hello! My name is Loveda Lee, and I arrived here at GTH the middle of September to work in the clinic. I grew up in Ligonier, Indiana, but the past 7 years I've lived in Harrison, Arkansas, working as a CNA and Household Coordinator at Hillcrest Home. I enjoy working in the medical field, hanging out with friends, sewing, reading, being outside, and playing games.</div><div><br></div><div>I first heard of GTH 2 years ago when my brother Verlyn was asked to work here. I was privileged to visit twice in the time he was here and am growing to love this country and the people who live here. I'm excited to see what God has in store for me and for the mission in my time here.</div><div><br></div><div>Marla trained me in the pharmacy, and between filling out prescriptions, I've been working on updating Ti Kats (patient ID cards), prenatal forms, and miscellaneous other documents.</div><div><br></div><div>Occasionally there's a birth or emergency I get to help with. My very first day at clinic started at 7:30 with a gate knock. There was a small child at clinic whose aunt had brought her in for very labored breathing. After assessing her and preparing to transport her to a hospital, her situation suddenly worsened and within a few minutes she passed away. The following week I helped Dani deliver a healthy newborn in the morning. That night Clyde, Dani and I headed to Fond de Blanc with another lady in labor, but the baby was born and passed away before we got to the hospital. Life has so many uncertainties, but I'm so thankful to we can rely on a loving God who never changes. He is faithful, caring for our every need. Thank you for your prayer and support!</div><div><br></div><div>Mis Loveda</div><img id="id_5882_a11b_e257_82aa" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/M7RBLBXXHrTs1vUTbNpf35Np0yelFBl7zs03Ro3Jdt24gYNieGQtmoAxFc0XHg7Waf8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">Our team </div><img id="id_fdd7_d6c_a5e8_16a8" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/divra3zkSeAvVWhrKn2K6Kh1M_6SKfTT1T6KARFF8OdaINhEcr6VoTG9EfPNn2Nvhgc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">Dani and I with a newborn </div><img id="id_2073_6117_ba2a_a46c" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/W56zuaXxEVrI3P0RmTCo79cetiNij9dxaZ70eCu08yyt4TUbH19vyAQEcY4wDH6USVc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">Meds!</div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-83251874541483318882022-10-05T07:42:00.001-04:002022-10-05T07:42:58.465-04:00Update from Mackenzie <div>October 4, 2022</div><div>Hello from the rolling mountains of Haiti! The last blog post I wrote was introducing myself and telling you a little about myself. Now I have lived in this beautiful but broken country for four months. I'll tell you a couple lessons I learned in my first four months here. One lesson is that we live in a broken world, and there is death and hurting all around us. I knew this, but it became so real as I worked with the sick and hurting here. Let me tell you a story that illustrates what I mean a little better. I am not a writer so bear with me...it was Monday evening, and Jacinda poked her head into my room and said there's a baby about to be born at clinic if I could go up and help. I crawled out of bed half waking up because I had been sleeping due to being up all night Sunday night on a transport. As I walked into the room, I heard moaning as she tried to deliver her baby. She was young...19 years old. I thought to myself... Wow! I could be the one having a baby! I'm almost the same age as she is. I grabbed gloves and started assisting Mis Simose. We helped the mom trying different positions and techniques but still no baby came. We laid our hands on the mom's stomach prayed for the baby, for God to be glorified, for the mom to have strength, and wisdom to know what to do next. As we all prayed out loud, the family also prayed and poured there hearts out to God. At that moment, I could feel God's presence, and I knew He was here with us. We decided to transport after no progress. Since I had went on a transport the night before, two of the other nurses and Clyde headed to Fond de Blanc. When they were about half way there, they could see the baby was coming soon. Thankfully, they were near a clinic in Villa. They drove there, and the baby was born as soon as they layed the mom on the bed. The baby had a weak heart beat but did breathe, so the doctors started CPR right away. The baby unfortunately did not make it, and they returned to the clinic, so the mom could recover. Another lesson I learned here is to focus on the joy of the little things. One day I did not have many patients, so I went and sat on a bench with a couple of parents waiting to be seen by one of the nurses. I started talking to a little girl who was approximately 3 years old, and she had the cutest smile! It made me realize that there is so many little moments of joy in each day that I take for granted by focusing on the hurt or problems that look so big to me but not to God. Bob Goff wrote, "When joy is a habit, love is a reflex" (Everybody Always by Bob Goff). </div><img id="id_8089_902a_1060_3571" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/7vonASz1sn0kKuljm5NBNwLp3ssUPHPiEiXlTOeL4ZcD8IqnBxW_UpsEeYu2V5ROG7M" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"> The day we accidentally matched<br></span><br><img id="id_a9c2_72e7_dbfd_8be4" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/F0qqXkI8KzQMDy1EQMR942rl0NgzxeZa-xaeEGqtTXVovywRqjAvvaQUHZrlEecnehQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br> The little girl who brought me joy <br><img id="id_91c2_f056_5b26_e38c" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/y_0IBmDxESCTp4BsjbV_DbAU9fb2cAdVAMvNEZo3NJ8fM0bd8uus8ex-w1RT5TsMsBs" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br>This is a sunrise from that I took on a transport to Fond Des Blancs <br><div><br></div><div>Mis Mackenzie</div> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-69337218836153857772022-10-04T16:41:00.001-04:002022-10-04T16:41:07.755-04:00<div>08/25/22</div><div>It was a fun light evening of sitting around boss' kitchen table playing beans, drinking tea an eating fiber balls. When 9:30 rolled around, we came up and crashed in our own beds; but then there was a gate knock. It sounded like a stitch job, so Mackenzie, Clyde and I went out and met the guy at the gate. He had a cut about an inch long on his cheek. Mackinze washed the wound while I gathered the stitching supplies. I numbed the wound with lidocaine and then put in the 3 small stitches. It looked good, and the black thread matched right into the guys wanna be beard. As we washed the bed and got the room looking tidy again, James brought in a patient having an asthma attack. He had taken the machine up to church and brought them down to clinic. Miss Leida was with them too.</div><div>The patient was breathing hard. It took all her energy to get a breath of air.</div><div>In a panic she grabbed her legs as she sat on the emergency bed while James held the nebulizer for her. </div><div>Wheezing hard as she gasped for air. We stayed with her giving her care till she was stable and then gave her a bed in the hospital room for the night telling Osley to come knock on the gate if her breathing got to hard again. It was fun to work with Miss Leida (she has worked at the clinic for the past 20 some years as a nurse)</div><div>Mackenzie assisted her, and I jotted down the vitals and time.</div><div>After we did everything we could, we waited until the medication started working. Miss Leida rubbed and patted the patient's back, singing and then praying for her making the emergency room into a worship center! At 12:30, we headed back home a little sleepy but the cool night air waking Mackenzie and I up again making us realize that we were both hungry so befor bed (and the long chat we had) we ate bread with some of Mackenzie's precious jam she got in the mail from family... </div><div>Though we slept the rest of the night away it felt too short, and 6:30 came too soon! </div><div><br></div><div>Sometimes I forget about life out side of our little compound that sits in between the valley of the mountains. For the twenty some weeks that I have been here so much has happened. The good and bad, the hard an rewarding, staff that came and went.</div><div>It's all a part of of life down here. But through it all we continue to see the faithfulness of God, prayers that are heard, and hearts that have been redeemed! Whatever happens next, we find peace in knowing that God is in control; and if we call on him, he will answer!</div><div>“For the mountains may be removed and the hills may shake, But My lovingkindness will not be removed from you, And My covenant of peace will not be shaken,” Says the LORD who has compassion on you. Isaiah 45:10</div><div>Mis Marla</div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-89817485992522597232022-07-27T22:22:00.001-04:002022-07-27T22:22:44.574-04:00<div>Hello! I am Mackenzie King! I came the end of May, so I have been here for a little over two months. I am 20 years old and am from Lancaster, PA. As a job, I worked at a local nursing home as a Certified Nursing Assistant and really enjoyed it! </div><div><br></div><div>I am doing the milk and malnutrition program. I am really enjoying meeting the children and seeing them grow and get healthier from more food and nutrients! </div><div><br></div><div>I am also helping out with the bandage program since Todd will be leaving soon. Todd came to fill in for three months until someone can come fill that position more long-term. I am enjoying caring for the wounds and learning what works best for different types of wounds.</div><img id="id_4e5b_688d_cc09_55d9" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/aS35mqoCeo71NTHAX1Q1-6wbDzDUHemcQDftVzruT-q3xvr71WKHgBRI-QTaHjexcO0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br>Our current team <br><img id="id_d637_6dcb_be02_6287" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/cEuG_p4VQ45vuSPc5CI87k-XE3YDSk-J9SPdBRiMdG452yR5VoaIiyDq9a3En4bs7x0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">A bandage patient with an abscess near her collar bone <br></span><br><img id="id_9de8_8624_a329_386c" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/DYQG4wya62e0krlAILGBNEl6dtLBsD0gMsWnqhxcbhvr8gAhMt0AhRHW6AcK-Pvsqxs" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br>A little boy with a broken arm. We splinter it before sending him to TiGoave. <br><img id="id_a427_27d9_b2b6_e9c5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/t1YGp0pprf2cNmIZ4dg_G7-KG6v87msDhjfGIQeplurJZCWOVT1RyJkcLfX5mVWbSOY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><div><br></div><div>Mis Mackenzie</div> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-7478175170665912382022-07-27T22:16:00.001-04:002022-07-27T22:16:59.432-04:00<div>Every miracle often first starts with a problem. Or sometimes, approximately twenty seven and a half problems. </div><div><br></div><div>But God still does miracles. Millions of little miracles, and sometimes of you dare to pray the big prayers and let Him show up, you'll see big miracles. Goose-bump giving big miracles. </div><div><br></div><div>On Monday a little boy was brought in. He was one if those patients that you only had to walk into the room, and you didn't have to come close before you could see he was "in bad shape" The tiny, malnourished child's fontanelles were sunken, he wasn't breathing well, and he was showing signs of sepsis (a serious infection) probably brought on by an infected cord site after the homebirth. Transports and emergencies here always seem to go in slow motion, especially to my EMT brain, but their is always so much to consider and so many factors and people involved in getting a critical patient to another hospital. We made plans to transport while we bottlefed the infant and put him on oxygen. We got maybe 2 ounces into his little tummy before he became too lethargic to suck well. </div><div><br></div><div>The nearest NICU was 3 hours away, and as we prepared to transport, he started declining. We didnt know if this little guy had three more hours left with the limited care we could give, but he now fit criteria to be flown by chopper, so we called Haiti Air Ambulance. They said they were on the way to Port au Prince with another child, but they would call us back shortly to confirm that they can come transport our patient. </div><div><br></div><div>We gathered around the child as we explained to the family that it looked like it was possible to fly him to a higher level of care. We asked if we could pray for them and gathered around the little body on the table, and we prayed. We prayed two very specific prayers. One, that God would heal this child if it was His will, and Two- that God would clear the weather that the helicopter could land. (Our nearest level spot to land is at a much higher altitude that often has a cloud cover) We prayed in English and in Creole, both languages understood perfectly by our Heavenly Father. </div><div><br></div><div>An hour crept by as we waited for the call. Twice his heartrate dipped below sixty, so we did assisted CPR and it stabilized again. He was a feisty little fighter! FINally the call returned. They could transport and were ready for lift off! Time for action. The chopper was in the air. </div><div><br></div><div>Transport paper. Oxygen tank. Everything ready? Check. Check. Check. </div><div><br></div><div>Minutes before we were ready to leave and after 3 hours of fighting- his respiratory drive crashed. His heart was still beating well, so we assisted his breathing and continued with our precious, limited oxygen- and walked out of the clinic. </div><div><br></div><div>We took the bundle of blankets and cords carefully to the machine. Marla held his body steady as I worked the BVM, giving little puffs of oxygen into his lungs as James drove the machine as fast as he could on the twenty minute mountain trail to the landing zone. </div><div><br></div><div>Going up the infamous Jack Rabbit hill, the machine stalled in a curl of black smoke. Then again. Two family members had climbed on on the frenzy as we left clinic, and now we couldn't make it up the hill. We had to ask one to stay on the side of the trail, so the loaded machine could get up the side of the mountain. </div><div><br></div><div>Then a little while later, with a cry the mother yelled out "stop stop, this is the father coming! Let him see him for just a minute!!" </div><div><br></div><div>As we stopped the family member beside the trail tried to quickly hand over something to the mom. </div><div><br></div><div>"NO NO, DRIVE ON! He's trying to give evil witchcraft things for the baby!" That changed everything. God had saved this little boy up to here, and we didn't want anything to do with that! And we had a baby in critical condition that needed to get to the landing zone, and we were only halfway there. </div><div><br></div><div>We glanced anxiously at the skies, and the clouds that hovered overhead. Could they land? </div><div><br></div><div>As we popped over the last hill... we saw them. The helicopter had indeed landed, they had beat us by 5 minutes and the crew was all ready and waiting for us! </div><div><br></div><div>We drove up, didn't take the time to do another assessment, just grabbed the oxygen and took him out to the crew. Two flight paramedics, a doctor, the pilot. His last chance at life. </div><div><br></div><div>Step, step. Watch the oxygen tubing. One last puff with the BVM, and he was in the hands of the flight medic. A quick scurry as a report was given and they moved into action. Vitals, blood sugar test, ultrasound. </div><div><br></div><div>A quick shake of the head. </div><div><br></div><div>"Where's the family?" </div><div><br></div><div>One medic walked off with the mom to explain to her. </div><div><br></div><div>Her little boy was gone. He had died minutes from being on his way to the NICU. </div><div><br></div><div>We stepped back as life saving efforts were stopped. Phone calls were made. The little boy was covered up and brought over. Even as the little blanketed body was handed to me, I sensed it. Peace. God's will had been done. And then I saw it. </div><div><br></div><div>I bank of clouds hovered just beyond the soccer field, the edges nearly straight as if held by the wings of a wall of angels. Above us, the sky was blue. And just as the chopper lifted off, a wisp of cloud finally broke away and drifted toward the soccer field as if to take its place. Soon, clouds swirled towards as, and as we drove away with the grieving mom and the tiny blanket, they finally flooded across the field. </div><div><br></div><div>Our prayers had been answered. I believe God had a plan for the 10 short days the little boy lived. Maybe it was in the little bit of comfort we could give the family when we met them on the trail, overcome with grief as we handed them the little boy. Maybe it was in the prayers we prayed in the hospital room. Maybe they too, saw the way those prayers had been answered by the clouds that refused to enter the field until the chopper flew away. Maybe SOMETHING in those 4 hours had planted a seed in the hearts of the family who still practiced voodoo. Maybe maybe. </div><div><br></div><div>And He smiled down on us too, that day. He left us with His perfect peace, even in the death of the little boy, gone before his life really had the chance to start. His Presence was obvious, his Touch felt as He held back the clouds for us. </div><div><br></div><div>Please keep on praying for us! -Mis Emily</div><img id="id_8136_bec3_e60d_349c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/CLNBoWW5QqZMcUTyXzl2Hm4_3cEqEvgIJ0rjfnGPMzrymWXDIPMePIdAKHX-ldpYNRQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e367_b25b_2f04_24cc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/DllQxblu7fbXL1JhA0El60CRtFdcjofW1CVvWX7h9egaAnG0pTMjPHpi6_eVKLZhiDk" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_fda_4e7_2eee_f71e" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/hi7mWK5yZmrkRkFcJ5y9Ao_TpBFpiVSQHF4h-Fowj9xikY4Fj9zVBarShBHYZms58rY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_adc4_feca_6a09_8d1b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/acy6nHpmJXy-DJrZh_k2_eFF3HqLWnpfoUE1ND9gCbW5GKb8zmY0kzcsuXGuSjPBRtM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-43334301214310851502022-06-15T21:43:00.001-04:002022-06-15T21:43:06.852-04:00<div>Hello! I'm Marla Zimmerman from Northern IA. I've been here for 8 weeks now. </div><div>I Work in the pharmacy and help out where I can. I have a lot to learn but I'm thankful for the training I got at MMI before I came, it give me a head start on a lot of things. </div><div><br></div><div>I enjoy my work in the Pharmacy and I now have a love for meds like I never thought I could have! </div><div>The last couple weeks we've been having extra big clinic days, making it a challenge to keep the shelves stocked so when the month supply of meds comes, it’s like Christmas for me. opening boxes full of meds and then seeing the shelves full again is always a good feeling!</div><div><br></div><div>Last Friday some of us went on a hike following the dry river bed to the water hole. getting out and enjoy the beautiful weather and views is always refreshing! </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_3c2e_acc3_8918_1d3c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/dFHmYKy0EkmUhK5PGLA0gK9YM7WVHu3Vd6PtbIQdECP76kvfpcgDx2hD37EQTE53ehg" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br></div><div>Saturday morning emergency run with Todd and MacKenzie </div><div><img id="id_ba8d_f3d2_32f2_e8b6" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/TNX_bz5G1jFg0kZ8lkBViuSbv0-szaTXdP68QZcqKx2ltBh-E-qfYcSDJR2Xv7_WWcc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><br></div><div>Saturday night we welcomed a healthy little boy into this world!</div><div><img id="id_2f4a_b217_3a3a_85c8" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/nPbpp7RtGI0gC8psygmDGZi_6c9_jFZobYThxOZyD_fkViJZyeJ4-kqDaciJcGEeVSM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><br></div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-61226829384760823122022-06-06T16:54:00.001-04:002022-06-06T17:11:28.122-04:00Update by Mis Emily <div>"What an incredible honor we have, to help their hurting bodies but even more, to speak to the thirsty souls." </div><div><br></div><div>We saw this in action again and again, in the work of Dr Philip and Dr Males when they spent a week with us here at our clinic in Aleag. It was a huge honor to have both of them here at the same time, representing both the American culture and the Haitian culture. Their years of experiance and wisdom was appreciated more than we could voice as they worked with us giving patient care, teaching as they went- reinforcing our skills and giving us quite a few more. </div><div><br></div><div>Prior to their stay, we had begun keeping an eye out for patients who might be in need of surgery. Before we knew it, we had a list of possibilities, and it kept growing. In the middle of our Friday, we emptied out the Bandage room, and started with surgical consultants. Over 23 hydroceles, cysts, and cleft palates later, we finally had to turn the last few patients away since it was getting much too late, and then as evening crept over the mountains, we scrubbed up for our first minor procedure- a wound reconstruction. </div><div><br></div><div>On Saturday we transformed our Operating Room from the prior night into a schoolroom. Our Haitian nurses came as well for a few hours of classes. Dr Males did an amazing job switching from English to Creole to French, expanding our knowledge on hypertension and medications. </div><div><br></div><div>The afternoon and early evening were dedicated to surgeries. We all got the opportunity to assist the doctors in surgery; opening, repairing or removing, closing, and post op care. Dr Philip explained his way through each step, and at the end of the day, eight overjoyed patients had gotten procedures done. </div><div><br></div><div>One shy little girl could walk comfortably again after having a cyst removed from her foot. </div><div><br></div><div>A hernia was repaired. A cyst taken from a young man's cheek. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Our most memorable patient was easily a sweet middle aged lady with a ping pong ball sized growth on her right hand. She said she had learned to work with it, but oh my it was so horribly embarrassing to raise her hands in church in praise to Bondye (God) and everyone could see the large thing protruding from her hand. Her eyes filled with tears as she repeatedly thanked Dr Philip after seeing his neat row of stitches in her hand. Then with twinkling eyes she asked if she could take the removed growth home to show her family. We carefully placed it in a little plastic bag, and she gleefully put it in her satchel. She trotted down the trail with happiness in her step, raising her now normal hand with repeated "Mesi Jezi, Mesi Bondye, Mesi Dr Philip" while the other hand carefully held on to her backpack and it's precious little cargo in its little plastic bag. </div><div><br></div><div>The 18th of May fell over the doctors stay- Haiti's Indepedence Day. Their was an early worship service held at our Aleag church, and all the children came waving their handheld Haitian flags. All the schools got together and marched past our clinic on up to Besace, where they held a celebration. It's a fun day for everyone, especially the little children. </div><div><br></div><div>We really weren't ready to see the doctors drive down the trail again, but appreciated every hour they had spent with us. They had dedicated more than a week away from their families, blessing the clinic and community in so many ways. </div><div><br></div><div>It's so many people like them who make this mission a success. From the doctors doing the surgeries and giving us skills to up our patient care while they arent here. The donors supplying the funds to make it all possible. And the prayer warriors, lifting us and fighting our battles with us. Together.. </div><div><br></div><div>Together we have this incredible opportunity. To help the hurting bodies, and to minister to the thirsty souls . </div><div><br></div><div>Thank you for your continuous support. </div><div>Mis Emily</div><div><img id="id_74bd_bcfd_e509_c977" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/kWqslMOyjVjgc9K8ZmYUAwBt5av63FlmLwjFe3sF7Jxmo__U3yyaF2BezlHzF6BBzVM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">Early morning Independence Day service</div><img id="id_30c_8707_59b2_2670" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/31Ej4lg1OoMjXsDMFtyS9b5SbkWe3-8G1AfXdTJ0NKrtDM31WKIF1Fu1ujOQtk-OEOQ" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">Patients waiting for consultations </div><img id="id_db11_3461_7666_c863" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/yUKMt3jSYNwWDHoR-YSNoMV8oHA1xHw_WAiJTYdAxUnxZZ2HvS-8Ry1MoPUKstLVIro" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">A good Doctor knows that sometimes all a scared little boy with a machete cut needs is some time, gentle words, and of course a lollipop always helps! </div><img id="id_3e56_1647_cc36_58b3" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/AyZpsqihFrqyjpEnXtKdlcVN0rL6DUUMQRUuHrUypSWVMc4XwzUz0X6q_s3Kds5baFY" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">Doing an ultrasound on a possible surgery patient </div><br></div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-66895864025421828102022-03-21T15:12:00.001-04:002022-03-21T15:12:04.638-04:00<div>Dear readers, </div><div> A early morning gate knock announced that a baby was about to be born. We hauled out of bed and scurried down to clinic. About an hour later, a baby girl was born. After checking the mom again, we discovered, much to our surprise that she had twins. We got ready for baby #2. Two hours later her contractions still hadn't started up again, we talked to our new DR, Dr Medor who started coming to work at clinic 3 days a week, and decided it’d be best if we transferred her. We headed out towards Fonde de blan thinking we'd have to do the 6 hour trip. Meanwhile Mis Dani talked to a Dr at Villa clinic an much to our surprise they told us they could take her in. So instead of a 6 hr trip it turned into a 3 hr trip. We sure weren’t going to complain about that. A few hours later we heard that baby #2 had safely arrived into this world. We had a lot to be thankful for. </div><div><br></div><div> This past weekend, we enjoyed Bryan and Ashley Beachy with their 4 children as they came and stayed with us for the weekend. Verlyn went back to the states for a week of visiting his family and a much deserved break. Saturday we took Bryan and his daughter Payton on a hiking trip to the waterfalls. Hiking with Bryan, we learned a lot about the plants an trees of Haiti as he has worked with agriculture here in Haiti for 12 years. Like always, it was great getting out and hiking thru these beautiful mountains. We even took a different trail coming back so we got to see different scenery. All the sore muscles the next day sure were worth it all. </div><div><br></div><div> We are so happy about having Dadou here for domestic help. So far none of us nurses have complained about handing all the cooking over to her. It leaves our afternoon more open to going out and visiting people or emergencies. Plus Dadou's cooking is hard to beat. </div><div><br></div><div> Blessed is everyone that feareth the Lord that walketh in his way ~Psalms 128:1~ </div><div>Mis Gloria Nolt</div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-24830403392633163862022-03-16T11:05:00.001-04:002022-03-16T11:05:54.908-04:00<div>Missionary, blan (White), nurse, PARENT?! </div><div><br></div><div>We've been called all of the above, but the last one came as an unexpected surprise. Life here in the Aleg mountains is never boring, especially now as we are short staffed. And it seems like the less people around to handle all the problems, the more of such we get. Austin and Emma left in January, Lorrayne left in March, just after Gloria came back from Furlough. We have one of the Haitian nurses staying with us overnight so we have more human power to stretch around. In the middle of all this craziness, we had a gate knock one afternoon. It was a neighbor with a message. We need to go visit Little Emma. She's very sick. </div><div><br></div><div>Cody, Daniella, and I jumped on a machine and drove to the foot of the trail leading to Emma's little mountain home. We found her daughter Abigial sitting outside in the dirt, and beside her was the tiny human Emma. She could barely lift her head, and her body had shriveled down to what I guessed was approximately 80 pounds. A neighbor man offered to help us carry her down the mountain since the trail was very slippery from recent rain, and he proceeded to pick her up and sling her painfully skinny body over his shoulder and walk effortlessly down the mountain. I brought Aby, dodging the puddles and sometimes grabbing onto vines to steady us. At clinic Emma requested to speak to Fre Noes, since she felt like she was close to dying. We drove crazily and snatched Fre Noas from his beanfields. And faced another dilemma. He refused to go anywhere in his muddy clothes! So we backed up to his house, and told him to hurry. Two minutes later he came back out, shirt tails still flapping as he unknowingly buttoned his shirt wrong, unbuttoned twice, only to proceed to do it wrong again. After praying with Emma, we took decided to keep Abigail at our house while we transported Emma to another hospital. </div><div><br></div><div>Aby flourished, packing as much food as she possibly could into her stomach, till we had to remove food so she wouldn't eat herself sick. She had gone hungry to many times and now ate everything I'm sight. She gained a few pounds and her skin healed up from her scabies, while her legs gained a delicious plumpness, even as she became more active. She struggled with sleeping at night, so we took turns keeping her so no one would get to sleep deprived. </div><div><br></div><div>Poor Aby was also introduced to various parenting techniques as we were thrown into the roles of 3 first time moms and 2 dads. Things became interesting after I offered a significant prize to Gloria if she could potty train her before she leaves. This manifested in howls from the bathroom as Aby became used to perching on the toilet, and once in awhile puddles would appear on the floor unexpectedly, but 2 weeks on and Baby Aby was in fact, almost potty trained. </div><div><br></div><div>Emma missed Aby terribly, so one weekend we packed up and drove the 3 hours to the hospital. She was overjoyed to see her little girl, and she was definitely getting better. They were able to spend almost an hour together. </div><div><br></div><div>We still have Aby here, as long as we can if it doesn't interfere with our clinic work. We have someone who cares for her while we're busy, and so far it is working out! She brings us so much joy.</div><div><br></div><div>Please pray for Emma as she recovers!</div><div><br></div><div>Mis Emily</div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-51611964894056328542022-01-13T21:30:00.001-05:002022-01-13T21:32:09.705-05:00(Temporary Backup) Update by Gloria <div>Hello everyone! </div><div> This finds us in just the start of rainy season here in Haiti and also the start of a new year. We all hope it's a better year for Haiti. This last year was not a easy one for a lot of people. </div><div> Some more changes have happened since we wrote last time . On Sunday we said goodbye to our temporary administrators Austin and Emma Hartzler. It was hard to see them go but I am really thankful for the 5 month they stayed here with us. Also thankful for all they did for us during this hard time don't know what we would have done without them. God knew we needed them. Now we are looking forward to having our new administrators (James and Autumn Erdley) here Lord willing in a couple of weeks. </div><div><br></div><div> December 17th we had our Christmas staff fèt (party). We had lots of good food that our Haitian cook, Jetta, made. Took, reminisced over the last years event, had a moment of silence for Trent, staff pics, and had lots of fun. Then we closed clinic for 3 weeks and starting CLEANING! We got the whole clinic cleaned in a record of 2 days. We also did a lot of general clean up around the compound here, things that had gotten neglected this past year. </div><div> The 23rd we went to Ti Goave for another Christmas party hosted by Pastor Levy. We went earlier in the day to get some shopping done at market before we went to the party. Pastor and Madam Levy escorted Lorrayne, Emily and I in his car, a very exciting thing since its been at least 5 months since any of us had a ride in a car! The party was formal, decorated with reds and greens with a balloon backdrop and string lights. Tables lined the interior of the rented hotel party room, but even the decorations couldn't compare to the party goers who came- decked in their finest Christmas clothes! We stayed at Pastor's house for the night and headed back up the mountain early the next day. </div><div> On Christmas day we delivered a baby girl, Cody and Austin made brunch, we exchanged gifts and then in the evening we went to a double wedding at church. We came back late and had our Christmas supper. </div><div> The last couple days of the year of 2021 we spend on the little island called Ile a Vache. It was a great get away. a time to relax and digest all that had happened in this past year. We also did some exploring on the island, visited their market and beautiful beaches. The island was a 20 minute boat ride from Les Cayes-that is if the ocean is calm. Unfortunately the day we came back it was a windy day and it took us 45 min to get to Cayes. </div><div> The rest of our days off we did a lot of visiting friends, studying creole, more deep house cleaning, etc. It was nice to have the break but we were all happy to jump back into clinic life again. </div><div> The first 2 days of clinic were crazy busy. Right now there is a bad fever an cold bug going around. I declare there isn't one house hold in these mountains that doesn't have a sick family member in it. </div><div> We all are excited for this new year, please pray for us as we jump head first into 2022. </div><div> Thing's to pray for .</div><div> • Austin and Emma as they go back to the states an get back into the groove of American life.</div><div> •James and Autumn as they prepare to come here.</div><div> • Us youth as we serve here without any administrators for a couple weeks. </div><div> • New birthing Center project. </div><div> • upcoming staff replacement, a guy for clinic and a girl for domestics until May. </div><div> • all the unrest and violence in Haiti. </div><div> Thanks for your prayers and support! </div><div> -Mis Gloria</div><img id="id_4086_5689_7207_5da9" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/EEX-hLJsY-uz_K5EP9IN9UnLAm8I6sMDBNxMVUXFVo-hYF7C5ix-qOUlfWyIEP4uJBM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-65215685750182683462021-11-25T17:12:00.000-05:002021-11-25T17:12:14.292-05:00<p style="text-align: center;">The only way God can show us He's in control is to put us in situations we can't control. -Steven Furtick. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Control. It feels good. It feels powerful. And sometimes it's hard to admit when you're not. But there's also something so beautiful, peaceful, when we hand it all over to the Father; broken and realizing how little we can do outside His will. Surrender. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">This is how we were found on Monday. A crazy, busy day filled with new life, and almost- death. 24 hours full of continuously handing matters over to the Father. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">1 PM- It's over four hours into treating patients, and there doesn't seem to be a light at the end of the tunnel. Patient after patient is called in for consultations with a nurse, Daniella is seeing her 9th pregnancy check up, Gloria is busy balancing a malnourished baby on her knee while she works the blood pressure program, and Cody is in the midst of treating Toe Guy. Except Toe Guy is now Toe-less Guy, and it appears like he might be missing a few more soon. What had started as a fungal infection in his second toe, had progressed to the point where he had to get it surgically removed. Now with some neglect, and impure water, the once healing infection had spread, exposing his tendon in his foot. The pain has to be unbearable, but he remains stoic. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">1:42 PM. Daniella calls me in; the mom in labor needs her vital signs checked.</p><p style="text-align: center;">By the time I get back to the pharmacy, a pile of dossiers are waiting to have prescriptions filled. Reyneld brings in more patients to the waiting area. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">2:30- The last patient starts his consultation, and we all breathe a sigh of relief. Lorraine had brought up cookies for us at noon, and as delicious as they were, they couldn't quite be called lunch. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">3:10- The last patient walks out of the clinic, accompanied by a fistful of meds. Finally done. We cleaned up and head back to the mission for a little lunch. Danniella stays, monitoring her pregnant lady, so Lorraine prepared rice to send to her for a very late lunch. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">3:30- I'm soaking my foot in Epsom salt water, trying to keep infection at bay from a gash on the sole of my foot, when Daniella walks by, asking if I could grab some more baby bundles from the depo. Fre Reynolds( one of our clinic employees) wife is in labor and just came in to clinic!! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">3:40- The number of laboring ladies is now at THREE as Emma comes with the news- one of our neighbor ladies is at 5 cm!!! We prepare the birth trays and make sure extra chuck pads are available. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">4:30- Emma prepares to go check on the neighbor lady, who wanted to wait to come in till she was closer to delivering. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">5:54- I leave the clinic where we had been monitoring the first lady, who was fully dilated but not progressing. I grabbed more water for Danniela and I when the radio squawked. The baby was coming!!! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">6:01- I hurry into the delivery room, pulling on gloves- just in time to watch the baby enter the world and give a healthy hollar. A healthy baby boy, who immediately welcomes me by leaving an unpleasant brown trail down my scrubs and drip- drip onto my shoe. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">6:20- Cleanup is done after the first birth. One down, two to go. A shower would be nice. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">6:25- Austin, Cody, and Gloria hurry into clinic, grabbed the medical bag, jump on the Husky and say something about a baby before roaring off. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">8:00- The crew comes back, holding a sweet little bundle. Another perfect little boy!! Emma had just gotten to the house when momma said she needed to push. One moment later, the little guy made his appearance, much to everyone's surprise. The birth went well, and his brothers now watch as Gloria places him on the scale. A solid 8 pounds!! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">9:00- Everyone is back at the clinic, the 2nd baby is returned to its momma, and the 3rd mom is only at 5 cm. We prep everything for the next day. Emma and Austin head back for some very cold supper. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">9:15- We locked up and were starting to leave when a crowd emerges from the dark. They're carrying a blanket wrapped bundle. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">9:20- We unlock again and take them inside, laying the bundle on the examination table. It's a little girl, about 8 years old. She lies unconscious, her head shaved, exposing a large bump with a still bleeding laceration. We start an assessment as Daniella gets the story from the waiting onlookers. This little girl who we'll nickname Jenny, lives in Port au Prince, and was visiting her grandmother near Fort Garry. She had gone to fetch water when she had been hit by a large rock tumbling down the mountainside. She immediately fell, unconscious, and hadn't responded since. Her parents were still in Port, so she was carried the hours to the clinic by her godfather. </p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6jWV5el_5be1_uBcy4zrOIyQ-5VYOxLYX3kWoLPeHv_N6eEkdDR-DKflLNf4MIQBK-x9GZTx1LFD0rSKY7gZl-z4InqZn9Z9KbSj0INGwYaNiYmYYGaq78Iak2U5-38hi2gnZlwh5O7I/s1600/signal-2021-11-23-12-20-14-162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6jWV5el_5be1_uBcy4zrOIyQ-5VYOxLYX3kWoLPeHv_N6eEkdDR-DKflLNf4MIQBK-x9GZTx1LFD0rSKY7gZl-z4InqZn9Z9KbSj0INGwYaNiYmYYGaq78Iak2U5-38hi2gnZlwh5O7I/s320/signal-2021-11-23-12-20-14-162.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jenny’s extended family waiting</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">9:35- We treat Jenny for shock and clean the blood from her head and nose. She responds to painful stimuli. Her pupils are a bit sluggish, but reactive, and she doesn't have an fluid from her ears.. We start an IV, dim the lights, and monitor her closely. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">11:30- We discuss our options and call a Doctor stateside for advice. Jenny desperately needs a CT scan, and there are only a few in all of Haiti. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">12:00- I'm in mid conversation with a Doctor when our connection drops. We attempt to call him back but the call won't go through. We try several phones. No luck. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">12:15- We were able to contact the Doctor again, via whatsapp, and he directed us in administering anti- seizure meds. Jenny will now swallow on command, so we can give meds orally!! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">12:45- Jenny's heart rate is still high and much too strong, easily felt by laying a finger on her chest. She still seizes periodically. We pray hard for this little girl!! We know transporting her out will probably harm her on the bumpy trail. Emma speaks with Jennys godfather, telling him gently that we are doing our best, but it might not be enough for his little girl. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">1:30- The seizures subside as the meds take effect, and Jenny relaxes more. She still has no movement on her right side. We give pain meds as often as allowed, and continue monitoring. In the next room, Mom #3 labors on. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">5:00- Fre Reynold and his wife welcome they're second child- sweet little girl!!! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">6:00- I head back to clinic to check on Jenny and give her more meds. Her vital signs are more stable. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">7:30- We meet to discuss Jenny's best options. Her parents are requesting she be taken to Port if at all possible. We agree the trail would probably harm her. Haiti Air Ambulance might be an option now that it's daylight. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">8:00- Emma makes a quick trip to check in on Baby #2 </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">8:10- Jenny is more responsive, and when asks where it hurts, uses only her left hand to point to her head. Progress!!! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">8:30- Jenny's dad arrives on a motorcycle from Port. He's so glad to see her!! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">9:20- We are finally able to reach Haiti air ambulance and they agree to transport to a reputable hospital in Port. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">9:30- After several more phone conversations, it's time to move! Their chopper is lifting off soon! We prepare the transfer papers and write a report for the receiving hospital. Then, its time to package Jenny for her flight! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">10:00- We carry the backboarded Jenny out to the machine. Daniella and Gloria have the hard part- balancing the backboard and holding it to make the ride as smooth as possible to the soccer field- our landing zone- 20 minutes away across the rough, bumpy mountain trails. Cody is driving, and we tie the IV to the roof of the machine. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLch-L-Pst0bjuxwmzc6EFgpOlAHi3qHQdwkqtyApR4X-QwxqyWLtK3iRWSDnGq5oXPWIHxTtxehUd9gncgSJ0cw9N8L2usl2YZdkshYe9zxJF4XOiiyR1prwj0-Q_0gGxcmfu1vYqxUkM/s1600/signal-2021-11-23-12-21-05-150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="757" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLch-L-Pst0bjuxwmzc6EFgpOlAHi3qHQdwkqtyApR4X-QwxqyWLtK3iRWSDnGq5oXPWIHxTtxehUd9gncgSJ0cw9N8L2usl2YZdkshYe9zxJF4XOiiyR1prwj0-Q_0gGxcmfu1vYqxUkM/s320/signal-2021-11-23-12-21-05-150.jpg" width="151" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready to head out to the helicopter</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;">10:10- Their chopper is in the sky!!! Estimated time of arrival- 10:34. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">10:22- We make it safely up Jack Rabbit Hill, Gloria and Daniella bracing themselves to keep Jenny stable. We stop to let them adjust positions when I see I have a missed call from Dispatch. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">10:30- We go down the last hill, followed by Verlyn, Lorrayne, Emma and Austin's machine- to the soccerfield. 4 minutes to landing time. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">10:33- Don's orphanage is there, helping to clear the landing strip of debris and goats. A large crowd is already beginning to gather. The sound of a helicopters rotors gradually comes closer. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">10:35- The chopper flys close enough that we can see the familiar sign of the healing snake on the six sided star on the belly of the machine- then it flies right over us!! I speak with Dispatch, they have 2 different coordinates and missed seeing us. </p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSxohpPudP8gHB0A7SfYW063o7i6Oh5oJvWPouJ7h09-JqX38JUxSXscZJwoluP20PBWHrSkpayNb0RqZZsEkItNr_eFQWy92KSsC0euac2K3G8jbuLb1mdozr0cFaVabpQlCobUb1In6/s1600/signal-2021-11-23-12-19-32-678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="757" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSxohpPudP8gHB0A7SfYW063o7i6Oh5oJvWPouJ7h09-JqX38JUxSXscZJwoluP20PBWHrSkpayNb0RqZZsEkItNr_eFQWy92KSsC0euac2K3G8jbuLb1mdozr0cFaVabpQlCobUb1In6/s320/signal-2021-11-23-12-19-32-678.jpg" width="151" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hope in the skies</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">10:42- The helicopter flies over again, then straight in for landing. A nearby goat gives a terrified bleat and pulls at its tether as the Bird slowly descends onto the soccer field, blowing grass in all directions. The rotors stop, and 2 flight paramedics walk toward us. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">10:50- We've carried Jenny out to the chopper and give a report. They do a thorough assessment. The pilot, 2 American and one Haitian paramedics- are very friendly and helpful.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGvu5pjuza_X8pDodB7rc990TwiqYbinMnwcGLzTi7k2m_wzI6Nt3iUdX38YYt-V7ViuT5YvH8WalbePCmpEmsPeIY3hgDc3TyIDm5mlkJS7qIBzAY73IRBL59dBr5Nlf_Q6MIZG5YQvk/s1600/signal-2021-11-23-12-21-38-937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGvu5pjuza_X8pDodB7rc990TwiqYbinMnwcGLzTi7k2m_wzI6Nt3iUdX38YYt-V7ViuT5YvH8WalbePCmpEmsPeIY3hgDc3TyIDm5mlkJS7qIBzAY73IRBL59dBr5Nlf_Q6MIZG5YQvk/s320/signal-2021-11-23-12-21-38-937.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Final transfer</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">10:52- The hard decision is made to let the godfather fly with Jenny, since he had been there throughout most of her incident. Her father said goodbye, and Jenny waved a hand weakly as she was loaded and the doors closed. </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYOtrcQGdJqs3O1QQ8uR1FuM01qEFsp8ldQsMsYtBAxOaiyNoFWpeicx-34bjf6PRwXhFPn7Mn4z8VaALi9bIymaPdNHqkQbMk4jLtH0wvMu-bJRf2ZybEz6b6eiRQ7f7UJADVs_Bqf1Df/s1600/signal-2021-11-23-12-20-27-761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1600" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYOtrcQGdJqs3O1QQ8uR1FuM01qEFsp8ldQsMsYtBAxOaiyNoFWpeicx-34bjf6PRwXhFPn7Mn4z8VaALi9bIymaPdNHqkQbMk4jLtH0wvMu-bJRf2ZybEz6b6eiRQ7f7UJADVs_Bqf1Df/s320/signal-2021-11-23-12-20-27-761.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">10:55- The chopper lifts off- taking Jenny to a CT scan, a neurologist, and a better chance of recovery . </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">11:25- Our thankful hearts overrode our fatigue as we drove back to the mission to finish the day at Clinic. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">A few days later- the update on Jenny is good. She is regaining motor skills on her right side and on the road to recovery!! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Thank you for following along on this exceedingly long post. Not every day is like this, but God has given us the strength to get through every one till up to now, and it seems like days like this make us lean harder on Him and make us in awe of his loving care..</p><p style="text-align: center;">Please continue to keep us in your prayers as we try to serve Him to the best of our abilities!! </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Mis Emily</p>Kindrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010093739867005422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-40386269236339128292021-10-14T12:41:00.004-04:002021-10-14T12:41:32.242-04:00Update from Mis Gloria<p style="text-align: center;"> Happiness is letting go of what you think your life is suppose to look like an enjoying it for everything that it is ~Mandy Hale~</p><p style="text-align: center;"> Hello everyone </p><p style="text-align: center;">Its been a couple month since I wrote . There sure have been a lot of changes since last time . They were changes I definitely never pictured to happened here in my life in Haiti . </p><p style="text-align: center;">Changes that change our lives . Changes that we really don't like . Changes that give us a choice of allowing it to build us stronger an bring us closer to God or to tear us down farther away from God . </p><p style="text-align: center;">One thing that has never changed though an never will is- God. Going thru the death of our boss Trent . Being without administrators for a couple month taking on more responsibilities . Change of staff . Then getting new temporary administrators . Trying to find a new normal in it all . Thru all this God has never just let us hang there . He always meets our needs . He hears our weary cry. Our God is faithful. He keeps his promises "I will never leave thee , nor forsake thee."~Hebrew 13:5~</p><p style="text-align: center;">I am doing the malnutrition, milk program , and blood pressure program now. I enjoy it ,working with children and the older people. It also helps me with my creole - forces me to learn more, having to communicate with people more! </p><p style="text-align: center;">The last couple days have been busy . We definitely are happy about the part that we're having quite a few moms coming in to have their babies. The last couple months had been slow for birth . It was nice to have a break but now we're happy that it's picking up ! </p><p style="text-align: center;">Beginning of last week the team that came to change the school house roof made it back to the states safely. We were very thankful for all they did an enjoyed having them here . Now since the roof is changed hopefully they can start school any day now . </p><p style="text-align: center;">August 28 we all enjoyed a nice trip to Grand Goave beach where we met with some other mission staff youth. Had a bible study and then spent the rest of the day relaxing and chilling at the beach. Made lots of good memories and had some good laughs. We all needed it . A day to relax and leave all our responsibilities back at the mission. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Please keep Praying for us!</p><p style="text-align: center;">•for wisdom to all work together so this mission can bring glory and honor to God . </p><p style="text-align: center;">•that we can help the hurting even when are own hearts are also hurting. </p><p style="text-align: center;">•that people can see Jesus in us as we strive to be his hands an feet .</p><p style="text-align: center;">• that the new birth Center project can continue since things have been on hold since Trents death. </p><p style="text-align: center;">• for our safety as there's lots of unrest, shootings an kidnaping. </p><p style="text-align: center;">•Erica and her children </p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> Mis Gloria</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hC9Z2tdVzXk40vH3vzxbyoy9GFzOCbQm7bdAr9Ylh5aFxZY1JBwRW8pp8DBJxdKBNhub9p3Qo8YKL0Z2iM3xjyv22toeIbUMKVWcAmyzYzNFZGgddGAtGjOe1wltfcG8TKtVOCqK-xNk/s1600/signal-2021-09-14-151934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="One of the many cute babies on our malnutritious program!" border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hC9Z2tdVzXk40vH3vzxbyoy9GFzOCbQm7bdAr9Ylh5aFxZY1JBwRW8pp8DBJxdKBNhub9p3Qo8YKL0Z2iM3xjyv22toeIbUMKVWcAmyzYzNFZGgddGAtGjOe1wltfcG8TKtVOCqK-xNk/w240-h320/signal-2021-09-14-151934.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the many cute babies on our malnutritious program!</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoObpiqgQwCYSnalAYh956hNXr3iucPYoNgwC7bN2-1EZzNnZSSojM_ZuYX0-WqFODGZ6VudTKMHSGjrsNmyk4H61b0VqZTuG3sW91eg4VC8VlAoiAG4W7Cwpt3-HvT-K-bUrV45GxXavI/s1600/signal-2021-09-14-151934+%25286%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoObpiqgQwCYSnalAYh956hNXr3iucPYoNgwC7bN2-1EZzNnZSSojM_ZuYX0-WqFODGZ6VudTKMHSGjrsNmyk4H61b0VqZTuG3sW91eg4VC8VlAoiAG4W7Cwpt3-HvT-K-bUrV45GxXavI/s320/signal-2021-09-14-151934+%25286%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gathered together for the bible study at the beach.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RtqXdMlMTVQtNPaaPIEYZjxpINXRib356lSaITvvDwmNtWzA-egFj8VVjQ4EdtWvDGbh9NmLpjBQTyO9qbu9LAXwAg7P1wu6adYPENOuU6JgyzBxFuoefdfAbMabeYhc8WeGNqYvKJg7/s1600/signal-2021-09-14-151800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RtqXdMlMTVQtNPaaPIEYZjxpINXRib356lSaITvvDwmNtWzA-egFj8VVjQ4EdtWvDGbh9NmLpjBQTyO9qbu9LAXwAg7P1wu6adYPENOuU6JgyzBxFuoefdfAbMabeYhc8WeGNqYvKJg7/s320/signal-2021-09-14-151800.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me taking care of a child on the malnutrition program.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMf4mRwNEf2dVMXO3sbdwjRIdzfuCAq_e-s1QtRrHwisuAXv285H5CqE7usTgD93TI6sXBiKIatADV6K1Oci1Q9rBOVCoDDfk7egmgOgoFSsKjlV2kcSjc_zVAJ3EUqJHgEMiDaSHFqQOY/s1600/signal-2021-09-14-151702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMf4mRwNEf2dVMXO3sbdwjRIdzfuCAq_e-s1QtRrHwisuAXv285H5CqE7usTgD93TI6sXBiKIatADV6K1Oci1Q9rBOVCoDDfk7egmgOgoFSsKjlV2kcSjc_zVAJ3EUqJHgEMiDaSHFqQOY/s320/signal-2021-09-14-151702.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doing the blood pressure program!</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Kindrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010093739867005422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-32818235230287898152021-09-15T00:28:00.002-04:002021-09-15T00:28:40.859-04:00<p style="text-align: center;">Hello everyone!</p><p style="text-align: center;">I thought I'd write a post one last time!</p><p style="text-align: center;"> My life has changed a lot in the last month and I guess things changed for everyone at the GTH mission. You just learn to except change and go with the flow and learn how to quickly settle into a new normal. There have been quite a few staff changes and me being one of them!</p><p style="text-align: center;">I have moved on to a new phase in life, courtship.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I left my Aleg home of almost 2 years and moved to Port-au-Prince. It was hard to leave as I felt like I was leaving my family, all my friends and the work that I loved. But I was also excited about about what God had in store for me. I'm so thankful for the time I was able to serve at GTH clinic. Thinking back over my time spent there, I just have this flood of memories that come to my mind. So many sad and painful experiences but also many fun and joyful experiences. I will never trade my time spent at GTH for anything. God has taught me so much and showed himself so faithful. </p><p style="text-align: center;">To the staff at the mission and Clinic... keep fighting the good fight and serving the Lord by serving the dear people you are working with. I love you all and will keep you all in my prayers 🙏.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkPh0TZGEk1KU8o3BnaYrxPUNkwlSL86u6BHMCvbJun5HQOOXITlluPlomNCnZGDIdoapHvShC1jIBqMW56SUPRMHnVLWAf1lV9lFbN8KRh7d4hCvqTMs8MX3k8HFI4EOQ0-8KBsO9kAf/s1080/signal-2021-08-27-200057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkPh0TZGEk1KU8o3BnaYrxPUNkwlSL86u6BHMCvbJun5HQOOXITlluPlomNCnZGDIdoapHvShC1jIBqMW56SUPRMHnVLWAf1lV9lFbN8KRh7d4hCvqTMs8MX3k8HFI4EOQ0-8KBsO9kAf/w400-h400/signal-2021-08-27-200057.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sneak peek into one of my days at clinic!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Please keep praying for the Mission and all the staff. Pray for wisdom and loving gentle hearts. Some days are very stressful and the decisions that need to be made are not always easy. </div><div>- Marcile</div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Kindrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010093739867005422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-85275686880059958242021-09-08T19:53:00.000-04:002021-09-08T19:53:07.826-04:00Update from Cody<p style="text-align: center;"> Hey Cody here again, figured we should do another update, especially with the earthquake and all that excitement. We did feel the earthquake up here at Aleg at 8:30, but it was not bad enough to do any damage. Reports started coming in about damage in Cayes, so we discussed options and came up with a plan over brunch. We loaded up medical supplies and some of us went prepared to stay all week if needed. We left for Petite Guave at 11:00. We met with the other missions and headed to Cayes with three land cruisers at 1:30. As we neared Cayes we came upon landslides, cracked roads, and damaged buildings. We found a badly damaged motel and went to see if we could help, but we could not hear anybody trapped. Someone came and told us that there was another motel down and there were people calling for help. We went and dug where they were saying Someone was calling, but could not dig very deep. We dug around for several hours but could not find anybody. We went back to Petite Guave to stay for the night. Sunday we went back to Cayes to help in the hospitals if needed, but their patients were taken care of. Andy Faller was in contact with the mayor of Pestel, and was told that there was medical help needed on his island of Grande Cayemite. Austin, Emma, Emily and I went with Andy and some from his mission on a 1 1/2 hour boat ride to the island. When we got there people swarmed us with the hurt people. We set up our medical bag and did what we could, until someone opened up the clinic that was there. There was no staff there so we set up and organized in there. We bandaged about 10 people and found several badly hurt people that needed to be transported to a hospital. We left them and told them we would be back the next day to help more. Kendal Nolt was at home for as few days after helping out down here for several weeks, but came back with three others from Plain Compassion Crisis Response. They flew in on Sunday to help with disaster relief. We went back to Petite Guave to regroup and plan for Monday. We went out again with PCCR and a lot more medical supplies. We took three boats out so we could bring people back in case we could not get a helicopter. The tropical storm Grace was on its way and was going to hit Hait around 2:00 and we wanted to be back to mainland before that hit. We bandaged about 50 people and secured 2 others on backboards for transport. We took a 6yr old with a broken femur and possibly a broken hip, an older lady with a broken hip, and a little boy with head injuries. We took them on a rough boat ride back to mainland and then took them to the Fond-de-Blances hospital 3 hrs away. It really started to rain just as we got there and rained all night. We got back to Petite Guave late that night. Tuesday morning the 3 others from Aleg went back to the mission, and I went with Jessi Myers to help with supply distribution in Cayes. We took supplies to several hospitals and helped out peope with downed houses. Wendsday we prepared for a medical run to Pestel and Corail on Thursday. Verlyn Danni and Gloria came down for the night to go along on Thursday. We got to the boat dock at 7:30 and headed to Pestel in two boats. In Pestel they did not need much help so we went to Corail. We found a hospital that had people that needed transported. We got the helicopters to come and fly them out. We secured the patients to backboards and the US army flew out one patient then the USCG flew out 4 others. All in all it was well worth the time we spent to help people get to hospitals. We finally made it back to the mission Friday around noon. A work team came here on Tuesday to replace a school roof. We will update on that later. Thanks for reading and praying and God bless.</p><p style="text-align: center;">- Cody</p><p style="text-align: center;">Editor's note: This was written two weeks ago, but was delayed in getting posted.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivSgWd7Ohl-BOqbEntJENAAU7G1aflyULc6u708XsM-KdAs4ghRCAGu3CGmhI3M1Rq3cH7N3Xny3GbZQQDDxCpiYOubhtDgBElYZfGbozYfn-WTkhwDGJpxoY8VMJZUEyt9Ayxr1HinTNM/s1600/signal-2021-08-29-202130_001.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1600" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivSgWd7Ohl-BOqbEntJENAAU7G1aflyULc6u708XsM-KdAs4ghRCAGu3CGmhI3M1Rq3cH7N3Xny3GbZQQDDxCpiYOubhtDgBElYZfGbozYfn-WTkhwDGJpxoY8VMJZUEyt9Ayxr1HinTNM/s320/signal-2021-08-29-202130_001.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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My name is Emily Reiff, an EMT from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Last week I traded my ambulance, cornfields, and whoopee pies for the stunningly beautiful- but sadly broken- land of Haiti. This is my second time in Aleag, and I feel so incredibly blessed to get to call this Home for many future months. </p><p><br /></p><p>So many changes have been happening at this little mountain clinic. The absence of Trent- and Erica and the children- is hugely felt. But somehow the earth keeps turning like before even as the memories slip into our minds daily, sometimes filling our eyes and spilling down our cheeks. </p><p><br /></p><p>On Monday we said good bye to Kendall Nolt and Marla Zimmerman as both headed back to the states. They have been a huge blessing through these past few uncertain weeks, helping in the kitchen and in the clinic. But on Monday night we welcomed Austin and Emma Hartzler, a very happy welcome indeed. They have both served at Gospel to Haiti previously, and we're so thankful that they've joined us here for an unspecified amount of time till we get a new administrator family. </p><p>Tuesday morning we said another sad good bye. This one was for our very own Mis Marceile. After more then 3 years of serving the people so well, her mission here at GTH is done. We'll miss her, her beautiful personality, and her servant's heart so much, but wish her well in whatever God has planned for her next! </p><p><br /></p><p>On Tuesday a nineteen year old momma to be came into the clinic. She was term, but hadn't felt the baby move for a week. It was obviously dead, so we made the decision to take her out to Fond de blancs hospital, three hours away. Cody, Daniella and I drove the machine while the momma, her little brother and her dad rode on the back. The trail is really bad right now, after all the rain we've had, and our momma became very motion sick. We stopped periodically as the poor dear emptied her stomach again and again. With the rough trail and the stops for sick momma, we came to the hospital 30 minutes later then planned. </p><p>On the way home through the dark trails, we heard what we thought was a rock being thrown up against the belly of the machine. A little while down the trail we lost power steering and 4 wheel drive. We very quickly got to a hill where we couldn't make it to the top. We discovered we had lost our drive shaft, and as we attempted to retrace our steps, we couldn't find it anywhere. We didn't have any service so we couldn't get ahold of the rest of the crew back at Clinic, but with a lot of prayer and a little bit of crazy driving skills (and backing up hills) by Cody, we brought the limping machine to Daniella's mom's house. She graciously gave up her bed and couch so we would have a safe place to sleep. </p><p>In the morning we were able to get ahold of Austin, and they happened to have the parts we needed. They met us midmorning and got it fixed, and we finally got back from our emergency run- 18 hours late.</p><p style="text-align: center;">We are been having smaller days at the clinic, so we have some time to focus on some other things. We have started having a children's day once a month, where we invite the neighborhood children into our compound and spend a few hours with them. We usually bake them cookies and play games with them. The older ones always grab our soccer ball and challenge us to a game in our tiny yard beside the girls house, and meanwhile the younger ones will run the wheels off our little trike pushing each other crazily across the cobblestones. Lorraine teaches them Creole songs like Jesus Loves Me, and they'll sit in the gazebo in our hammocks singing and playing dominos. It's always a fun time, but I daresay they have way more energy then we do, when they leave we all feel a tiny bit wilted and they still go crashing out through the gates, ready for the next adventure!</p><p><br /></p><p>Thanks as always for your continuous support and prayers for us! </p><p><br /></p><p>-Mis Emily </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtCqQ5PVxdkJpKO85iYn6dC1W4Y78b5yMp0BNaQL8h55PlMeTHxTPHSga7cvmiw_jx7g3la7ZPRSUt3QUNv8_AmVswIw3NhVZtWuFsXk-YObgtqh2ytDMyZnkMWiHKrs6fFi_QT-bilxj/s1600/signal-2021-08-19-193539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtCqQ5PVxdkJpKO85iYn6dC1W4Y78b5yMp0BNaQL8h55PlMeTHxTPHSga7cvmiw_jx7g3la7ZPRSUt3QUNv8_AmVswIw3NhVZtWuFsXk-YObgtqh2ytDMyZnkMWiHKrs6fFi_QT-bilxj/s320/signal-2021-08-19-193539.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>•Always leave people better then you found them. Hug the hurt. Kiss the broken. Befriend the lost. Love the lonely.</p>Kindrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05010093739867005422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-12872414594747629232021-07-27T19:58:00.001-04:002021-07-27T19:58:40.281-04:00<div>Its so hard to know what to write after so much has happened in the last couple weeks. </div><div>I'm sure you all heard about our "Boss” Trent being killed in a tragic small plane crash. All the staff here at the mission left for the funeral except for one. Our Haitian nurses kept the clinic going while we were gone. Thanks to everyone who made it possible for us to go! It was such a blessing even though it was emotionally draining and so sad. We said our goodbyes to our families and Erica and the children before heading back to Haiti.</div><br><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Before heading out to Port and then on the to States for the funeral, we said good bye to our dear Doctor Sasou. She spent a year with us, serving and loving the people she worked with. She had a heart for every single one of her patients and spent the time to talk and laugh with them. She was always willing to go to the clinic for emergency's at any hour of the day or night. She will be greatly missed.</div><div><img id="id_9e47_b9ee_340_168" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/Dl5wGom_mCYIPgnGYSE6YBdtndQ66-FG8jbRfvibubRB56WYH3V1i89YzYh2YU69Z2w" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div>The trip back up the mountains on our way back from the funeral was an interesting one! The trail was blocked by a big dump truck twice! So it took some patience on our part but we still had fun!</div><div><img id="id_be0b_4a12_8489_ddfa" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/p7fT9e7i4Fdgw778wnpNDLJHrbkEsgrRGJfYRL1Dzr5bXiB4LTYF8fg5ePhhZBHji6E" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>Clinic life has been slow. Once the community found out that our "boss" died they just figured that clinic will be closed and told other people that clinic doesn't have any nurses working there!</div><div><br></div><div>Cody stayed in the states to go to a Missionary Medical Training and will be returning August 3rd. Kendal Nolt, Gloria's brother came along back to take Cody's place while he’s gone. We miss Cody but are having fun with Kendal here!<img id="id_b6c_9f0b_924b_bb5b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/1V-XzJSYeY6fvz8d5ctTsuFl2SEZnm4cM6y4BPqpS9FaHHtihAvoU0dPz-HoZ5g6DPA" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br>This is Kendall. He’s been learning fast! </div><div><br></div><div>I'll introduce you to another new staff member... Marla Zimmerman. She is replacing Our house help girl, Loraine for a month while Loraine is taking furlough.</div><div><img id="id_e202_e4b_f1d1_a0cc" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/xTAnhXQcerOBqHhpMzgbnW5Gmj8dJ04o59aTI_FKu6PVGRzIeS5BfxTosTBa1V2AHSM" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br>Marla got to be in on a couple births </div><div><br></div><div><br><div>Please pray that we could stay encouraged and faithful in the work we do here. It was very difficult coming back and know that we will never see our Boss Trent again. Also pray that God would provide another Administratter for us! </div><div>- Mis Marcile</div><br></div><div><br></div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-25825421449439169162021-07-07T14:46:00.001-04:002021-07-07T14:46:11.190-04:00Thank you!Thanks so much for your quick responses to our last blog post asking for funds for the lady with the fistula. The need is met! <div> Pray that she is able to safely get to Port to have her surgery done. The country is very unstable right now. </div><div>Thanks again! </div><div>Mis Emma </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-60761841828420248142021-07-01T22:33:00.001-04:002021-07-01T22:33:25.897-04:00Someone needs YOUR help <div>H E L P. N E E D E D</div><div><br></div><div> A desperate knock on the gate came early at 6 o'clock am. I tried to get the full story of the emergency from my bedroom window but was unable to, so I ran to the gate. I tried to pull together the story but it was slightly confusing. I did get that there was a mom in labor and she was having problems, so after running to check with the guys to see if we could take the machine and pick them up, they agreed and we hit the road. After driving a lot farther than we expected we arrived to find that the mom was on her way on a cot to meet us. </div><div> Finally after about 30 minutes, we saw the crowed approaching carry the mom. I was slightly nervous as I had no idea what to expect. They sat the cot on the ground and I started the examination. As I pulled back the sheets I tried to hide the gasp from slipping out. There lay a HUGE dead baby, we guessed it to be around 12 - 13 lbs. It was not normal... the skin was almost totally peeled off and there wss something very wrong the the umbilical cord and the insertion. After questioning the family and birth attending more, I found out that the baby's head had been delivered at 10pm the evening before and the rest of the baby's body delivered on the trail just as they were on their way to meet us. That means the head was out for about 9 hrs! I wasn't totally surprised by the looks of the baby. Upon further examination a realized that there wasn't just one baby! There was still one more baby that hadn't been born yet. Things did not look normal at all so we decided to transport the mom to the tigwav hospital. There she delivered a "baby". The nurses said it wasn't even a baby so it must have been extremely deformed. </div><div> This lady now suffers from a fistula. She is constantly wetting herself as she has no bladder control. She is also in constant pain and is begging for help. I sent her to a hospital to get a consultation and find out how much the surgery would cost. Her doctor told her she has to have the surgery before August 3rd. If she waits to have the surgery done until after August 3rd it will be too late. </div><div> So I am trying to raise $1,800 so she can have her surgery done. I only have about 2 weeks to raise this money.</div><div> So PLEASE help me help this dear lady out! If she doesn't have this surgery done she will have pain and will constantly be wetting herself for the rest of her life. </div><div>You can help thru PayPal <a href="https://www.paypal.me/gthmission">HERE</a>, or send or send it thru cashapp, using the cashtag $GospeltoHaiti.</div><div>You can always send a check but the previous options would be better since it's time sensitive. </div><div>Please specify what your funds are for. Thanks so much!</div><div>Mis Marcile </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-66066917716183185992021-06-30T14:53:00.001-04:002021-06-30T14:53:14.437-04:00Update from Gloria<div>Dear friends,</div><div> Greetings to y'all from Haiti. Hope this finds you all well . As for us here in Haiti, we are all surviving quite well . We are all looking forward to having Trent's back after being here a month without them. A lot more responsiblity on us but things have been going good. It's been a very uneventful month at clinic we've had one birth so far this month and a couple emergency runs here an there and some patients who required stitches.</div><div> With not much going on at clinic we've been going out to visit people quit a bit. I was really challenged by this verse in Luke 21:1-4 And he looked up an saw the rich men casting their gifts into the treasury.</div><div> And he saw also a certain poor widow casting in thither two mites.</div><div> An he said; of a truth I say unto you that this poor widow hath cast in more than they all:</div><div> For all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God : but she of her penury hath cast in all the living that she had . </div><div> It really stood out to me after we had went to visit a older lady that had been on our blood pressure program but with her old bones, walking a couple miles up the mountain doesn't feel so good and she hadn't come to clinic so we went to visit her . She was so happy that we came to see her. When we were ready to leave she tells one of the little boys that lives in the same house she does to run get something an he comes back with 3 eggs. They wrapped them up nicely in paper for us. They had so little yet they happily shared with us what they had. It made me question myself...do I so willing give everything that God has blessed me with? God has blessed us with a LOT . Are we being content with that or are we always greedily asking for more?</div><div> Another family we went to visit has twins that we delivered at our clinic. They are so much fun to go visit. A very nice happy family. They invite us in with big smiles an she always make us a good meal of chicken or goat meat with rice an red sauce. As we sit there visiting with them, some chickens usually hop into the house pecking away at some bugs or crumbs an the concrete floor ,a cat comes in purring an brushing against your legs (much to my dislike, as I'm not so fond of cats). 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</div></div><div>This is the lady who we blogged about awhile back that has a blood sugar ulcer. Its healing up so nicely. Praise God for healing! <br><br><br><br><br><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-39704125543730971102021-06-10T22:17:00.001-04:002021-06-10T22:17:50.539-04:00Update from Cody <div>The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?<br></div><div>The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? Psalms 27:1. This is a verse that has been comforting to me here the last couple of days with some of the unforeseen events that have happened here recently, but first let me introduce myself and get you up to date. I am Cody Martin from northern Indiana. I did construction and was on the fire department back in the states...so<br> life here is a bit different, but I love it so far. I feel like I am learning fast and I have a great bunch of people to work with.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div></div><div>More birthing center progress. This is so exciting but we still need your help for tge project to continue. Please consider helping financially.</div><div>Please keep us in your prayers. We need it. -Mis Marcile </div><div><br><br><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254014034236379845.post-35279008823323185332021-05-06T07:50:00.001-04:002021-05-06T07:50:31.669-04:00Update by Mis Marcile <div>Clinic life had slowed down for a couple weeks which gave us the break we needed! </div><div>Clinic days have been ranging from 30 to 45 patients a day which is on the small side. Rainy season and bean harvest always seem to keep people from coming even if they are sick! But the night birth/emergency calls have picked up again! </div><div>Every bed in our hospital room had been filled but today we were able to send everyone home except 2. Saint Luke went back for his randevou and will stay at the hospital for a week doing therapy. He is such a fun guy to have around. Sometimes during the night when we get a night call we find him down at clinic joking with the other patients and make them laugh, sometimes till the tears run! </div><div>Ou diabetic girl that we talked about in the previous post will be going home this weekend with a appointment to come back every other day to rebandage and check her blood sugar. </div><div>I'm amazed over and over how God created our bodies to heal. Its such a rewarding feeling to send patients home that came in very sick and we see them walk back out on their 2 feet with a smile on their face! God is an amazing God and I'm so thankfully that we get to be his hands and feet. </div><div><br></div><div>A variety of interesting stitch jobs and births have been keeping us awake at night! We had a mom come in, In labor. I had been following her on the prenatal program and everything was looking normal. She showed up one morning 3 days later and we were unable to find the baby's heart beat. I did a quick ultrasound just to confirm the baby had died. It was difficult telling the family that their dear little baby had passed. Labor continued, once it came to pushing I knew that this was not going to be easy. Baby was large and mama had an extremely difficult time pushing baby out. We prayed and prayed and God gave this dear mama and the midwives the strength and the grace we needed. </div><div>Tuesday night we had a sleepless night! 3 moms in labor kept us nurses running from room to room! We had 2 babies born 3 minutes apart and the next one was born 3 hrs later. We had some tired nurses at clinic the next day but very very thankful for good deliveries with healthy moms and babies. </div><div><br></div><div>We are very excited to have our new "clinic guy" here. Cody Martin, from Indiana joined us about a week ago. He'll be helping with the bandage patients and all the other little jobs that us girls and some others had been filling in since we didn't have any guys here. Jobs like classing the dossiers at the end of the day, taking the vitals of each patient before they get their consultation and anything else that needs to be done.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div></div><div>This little guy is our miracle boy. He's been on the malnutrition program for several years. He started out very malnourished and mentally handicapped. He's 4 years old now and we began giving up hope that he'd ever walk and a couple weeks ago he came in for his appointment walking by himself! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div></div><div>3 babies born within 4 hours, hence the tired smiles. 😁</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02337474150443279684noreply@blogger.com0