After eight month of living in Haiti I will be leaving the 24th of Febuary. I have really enjoyed my time here and will greatly miss all my friends. This has been a wonderful and stretching time for me.
hospital for months with an distended stomach. We had done a couple
paracentesis on him in hopes of making him more comfortable. The poor
boy had to live with immense pain for days. I think the last time we
blogged about him was when he prayed and gave his heart to the Lord.
We still rejoice over that, especially since we got the call this
morning. Our hearts were saddened when the news came that Wilfred
died. I still remember the times I stood by his bed side .It hurt to
see the terrible pain he had to go through. Many times he would call
for us and ask us to pray for him, that always made him feel better. I
often prayed that God would just take him, it hurt too much to see him
suffer.
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This is another one of Rho and I’s runs to the hospital in town with
a lady in labor. This lady came in just as clinic was starting. I was
working in the pharmacy when I heard Rho’s frantic cries. I qucikly
grabbed some gloves and hurried to her side. “ I feel a foot” said Ro
anxiously. “Oh, no,” I thought,”Not a breech baby”. That means we’ll
have to make a trip to T-Goave and right in the middle of clinic.
After going to our medical books to actually see what we were dealing
with, and talking with the other nurses, we decided , never even
giving it a thought that there might be twins, a trip to town was
needed.
On arriving at the hospital we put the lady on a wheel chair and sent
her in. The Doc checked her out. In about 10 minutes a screeming
healthy baby boy arrived. We were shocked when the doctor said that he
thinks another baby might still be in there! In another three minutes
a beautiful baby girl was born, feet first.
Two very happy, shocked nurses rode back up the trail each holding a baby!
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It’s very frustrating when people come in with wounds that are
neglected for months. Like this man, I don’t know how long he’s been
lying around but its been long enough that he got a bed sore and his
family just let him lie. Now he has an awful infected wound on his
hip.
As soon as he was brought in the hospital room we could smell rotting
flesh. We immediately put him up in the little house because the
smell was so bad.
Ro and Mali did their best at cleaning out the wound, sadly the bone
is starting to rot.
Miss Marcile
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