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