Girl Doll Comes Alive!

     Good-morning, Pappie! This little old man with a big sore on his foot must not be feeling too bad. He is waiting to go out to a bigger doctor, now that most of the rotten flesh has been removed from his leg. We would like to see if there is a chance that he could have a skin graft.

     Mali and I have a story we want to tell. Miracles happen when you work in God's spot.
     Friday morning a pregnant lady was sitting in line, waiting to be consulted. She was groaning and things looked a little urgent, so we brought her right into the exam room to see if anything was extraordinary about the case.
     Unluckily, she was in labor, and only pregnant for six months. We were hoping that it was only a teaser, but  her labor continued throughout the work day. By the time we were done seeing the other patients, we decided we should send her out to town, to await whatever was going to happen. The prognosis for a six month preemie baby here in Haiti isn't very cheerful, so we thought maybe in every respect, it would be better if she could be closer to larger doctors.
     By now, rain was beginning to dump down from the sky. We weren't sure what to do, because the road was not very conducive to sending a pregnant lady out the trail.
    By the time the rain had stopped, and we were ready to send a machine, the lady refused to go.
    "I am going to have my baby," she warned Mali.
    "Don't push," Mali replied.
    No matter what, in a matter of minutes, the baby was indeed born.

  

"The baby was born," Mali called on the radio. By that point I was already on the trail to the clinic.
   I have never seen such a plucky, little preemie newborn. I was sure there was no chance of life, but she surprised me. I quickly severed the cord and we went to put the little doll on oxygen.
    Before long, our little squad was bouncing out the trail, with the baby wrapped in a crackly, silver emergency blanket. It was scary, and I felt like my forehead would be permanently creased from the strain. But as we went, and she kept breathing, we started really hoping the miracle would continue and we would have time to arrive at the hospital. Every now and then, we would stop the  machine to see if that little heart was still beating.

      Steve started cracking jokes, and we laughed. There was the mom, retching and vomiting, but we were too emotionally frazzled to even care when her bag of throw-up flew out the window, splattering its contents all over the outside of the Landrover's window. Yuck, but what could we do...and the baby was still breathing in that oxygen.
    Almost every time we would peek inside the little emergency blanket, the little angel would wave her long, minute fingers as if to say, "Did you think that I was planning to stop living now?"
    We breathed a sigh of relief when that white hospital came into view. A good, Mexican-born doctor met us inside the emergency unit, and asked us if we talked English. We breathed a sigh of relief, and followed her into the neonate unit. That little heart was still tapping. How long, we don't know. But I believe in miracles. And I thanked the Lord for this one. What a happy Friday! By now it was almost eight o'clock, and Mali and I were beginning to starve now that our adrenaline was draining out! But we couldn't stop smiling. Or praising the Lord for that heartbeat!
   
   

The Joys

     Each day we see pain in the eyes of the young,
     Old, withered, people who've suffered so long.
     Eyes filled with darkness and faces of fear
     Somedays it's hard to see Joy through the tears.

     It's then that our God sends us down gifts of Joy;
     Smiles on the face of a once dying boy,
     Bubbling laughter from a miserable face,
     Or a miracle happening in a sad, hopeless, case.
    
     In the midst of the stresses He sends us the grace
     To cling to the beauty- the joys to embrace
     For just as there is sunshine after the rain,
     So there is beauty-our strength through the pain.

 
                                              This is our favorite, 'special' baby.
               Each morning she comes she cheers all of us nurses with her priceless little face.

 

    A VERY cute lil cupcake who was born for Ro and Mali after a smooth, uncomplicated, birth.

            I'm hoping some of you remember Danise, a sweet girl who came in over a year ago
             with a badly rotten foot. We've been bandaging her ever since, and just this week
              I told her she doesn't need to come back anymore. I love her happy smile!

                         This is a little guy Whit held all the way to town as he fought for life.
                       This week he came back, smiling from ear to ear and in stable condition.

                                        Let's thank God for the joys today! - Mis Kate

Happy National Nurses Day!!!

Hey I'm the new nurse!!! Mali Villeneuve from the beautiful country of Canada...So thankful to have grown up in a French home as I have a good head start on Creole!!!
  
   Its rainy season and the air is cooler, the palm fronds whisper in the breeze and you can almost imagine that it's cold!!! We woke up to a rainy ,sunless day....kinda felt dreary(doesn't help that its Monday morning and we sorta had a hard weekend.) Whit and I carefully step around the puddles, balancing boxes of meds and calling out "Bonjou!!" to everyone as cheerily as possible. Music is floating out the door of the clinic...Surprises are in the air!!  Kate comes out of the exam room with a big, cheery smile " Happy National Nurses Day girls!!!!" Don't ask me what time she got up but there was coffee cake, hot coffee, candles, music and cards by all our stations with a bright red hibiscuses smiling beside....It was a slow day and we had fun....Here are all of us nurses and Pharmacists.

Our jolly Fre Derek that Mis Rhoda crowned the "Big Boss" of the day. He is like a grandpa to us nurses...

Our hard weekend....Rho got called to the clinic at around 6 on Saturday night. About 45 minutes later she calls on the radio and we detect some alarm in her voice. Kate ran out to join her. Fifteen minutes later Whit and I can't stand not knowing what's going on so we run out to join the girls. A handsome little boy of 12 is bravely fighting the battle to live. He is on oxygen and IV, we can't get a BP, his body temp is 95.4, he's spitting blood...he grabs our hands and searches our eyes for hope. Rho calls for the ambulance....we get him ready to leave. The last we saw of him was his little face looking up at us that look of desperation and longing to be able to breathe and grow up was all over his face. I squeezed his hand and smiled through my tears. We got the report 2 hours later that he died 20 minutes from the hospital.  Kinda had us all in a somber mood for the weekend....

 

On a happier note...

Mis Whitney's foot boy was declared fit to leave for home....Whit bandaged it for the last time...for 4 months she's taken care of him, worried, prayed....and now Jean Frantz grins from his perch on top of the mule...Did I see Whit wipe a tear??Was it sadness? Joy? I'd call for both!!

-Mis Mali

And the Three Little Piggys...

...survived! After the gruesome cleaning and cutting away of their two fellow members it was pleasant to see three left standing alive and well. =) This morning Whit and I decided it was time to cut at the second toe. Let's just say it's a unique experience slicing away at spongy, gray, bone and feeling a TOE come off in your glove.

                 
                                          Thank God dead tissue has no feeling.
                         Our patient was a jolly soul, in better spirits then I was. =)

   On a happier note, we had a wonderful time on Saturday, doing house calls! We had planned to go                       do a checkup on a few very old little grannies, and ended up walking the
                              mountains most of the afternoon seeing maladies.



               A dear old lady who survived a terrible bout of Pneumonia. She's 90 years old,
                        and loves Jesus so much she cries when we mention His name.

Mali, with our second house visit, a sweet lil granny who was just suffering the 

normal aches and pains. 

This lady almost died in our hospital room with pneumonia a few months ago. She is very unconverted and hardened to the gospel. Please pray for her!

Hiking with our Friends

  

We are so blessed with many reminders of HIS love and care for us. After a particularly difficult job or stressful situation, God gives us beautiful moments that give us strength to face whatever comes. Hiking the mountains in the sunshine, delivering a perfect baby, listening to a dying man receive Christ...so many moments of beauty we can hold in our hearts as we clean rotten wounds and

 pray through intense situations.  

May each of you be reminded of His love today! - Mis Kate 

The Nice and the Nasty

We see a well-rounded share of both extremes here.  And if you don't care to see the latter, I'd suggest you not scroll beyond the the second picture on this post. :]

Below is our (very nice;) new Mis Mali with an armful, holding this couple-week old set of twins, a girl and a boy.  They look just like two little dollies. :)

Yesterday at clinic, this five year old charm of a fellow was brought in by his mother to get a consultation.  He strutted in grinning, with a very big look on his face and really seemed to enjoy all the attention I gave him.  I finished writing down everything his mother told me that he had, from a runny nose to a lack of appetite, and then asked if anything else was wrong.  "He put a seed in his ear," she told me.  And sure enough, looking through the otoscope we could see a small bean in there.

Mali held him while I tried to get it out, but he started squirming too much.  We got more people to help hold him down, but by that time he was screaming and writhing around with more desperation.  I asked Kate if she wanted to go for it, 'cause I was nervous I'd hurt his ear drum.  The little guy's crying turned into growling, he was so upset.  After a few more minutes of the fight, we were all relieved when she finally got it out!

His poor mother burst out, "Mesi, Jezi!" and then sat down and started crying.  She said he was her seventh child, and the naughtiest of them all! :)  He didn't act nearly as relieved as the rest of us.  We gave him juice and a sucker and tried to get him to smile again, but he just sat limply and would hardly even look at us after that. :)

So now for the unsightly stuff.  Today a little old man came in with a dirty cloth tied around his foot. We knew from the smell that it was going to be bad, even before we saw it.   I don't think we expected it to be this bad.

Rhoda started in cleaning it, and then Dr. Felix kindly took over for her, chopping away chunks of black, rotten flesh.  The man said he had blood sugar problems, though it was normal when we checked it.  It seems like it's mostly just another case of neglect.  It's hard to understand how you could let something ever get as bad as this, but many people here do, and the best thing we can do for them is simply educate them on personal hygiene and wound care.

Dr. Felix completely cut off the man's little toe, and I think decided that that was enough for today. Maybe the next will come off tomorrow. ;\  He'll be staying in our hospital room for a little while so he won't need to walk here for a bandage everyday.

  Sorry for ending with such an ugly picture...just be thankful you don't need a face mask to see it.  :]

  It is Easter season! And we have a lot to be thankful for. Especially, when we see and hear so much noise from the Devil parades around us at all hours of the day and night. It feels good to be able to trust an Almighty God whose little thumb is stronger than all the forces of Hell.

Today felt like a NORMAL Monday. A few more patients than last week, and numerous appointments to consult.Our clinic floor looked like a mud rink until afternoon, but other than that, we had a great day.

Kate and Whit had a stitch job patient return today, that they had sutured up last night. We assumed the injury came from some squabble during a Devil parade. The man was so covered in blood, that we figured it would be a terrible wound, but it was only an inch or two long, thankfully.

We have been keeping the new twins in our hospital room for a few days. It is fun to see how much love gets showered down on those two babies. Monique, the mom seems to be doing well. She went home to finish healing, and we hope to take her stitches out in her house, for her.

Before they left, our pharmacist offered to go along to help them with the hike, and to carry all their things. The little boy and girl were safely wrapped up and all the dishpans were full of the belongings they used while away from home. Everyone was putting the dishpans on their heads, and getting ready to make the treacherous tramp over the rocky, slippery trail.

“We need to pray,” someone said.

Everyone bowed their heads as the pharmacist thanked the Lord for the safe delivery of the babies and that God would keep them safe while they walked up the slippery mountain, too.

I felt so blessed to witness the beautiful little black lady, who was the mom of these perfect twins, bowing her head, and praising the name of the Lord, before she tramped over the mountains. She herself had been inflicted with evil spirits only a year before, and now before she faced this walk in which she would for sure meet a Devil parade enroute, she was calling on the Most Powerful One. It showed me what God can do when He touches a life! Hallelujah!

     A lot of you have met Fabula. I just couldn't resist throwing on a picture of her in her Easter dress.

     Kindra, people are asking about your mom. We all miss you....Mis Woda

Good-bye! and then Hello!

   “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?”