Dominga

Yesterday for the first time, I did not want to be here. It was a hot saturday evening I was craving some hang out time with friends. I decided to put away the many projects and relax. I was at a loss for how to relax in Africa. The children kept coming to the gate and begging for Jon and I to play with them. I wished so badly that I was home, on my couch with some popcorn, a good movie and friends. Reluctantly I started supper, potatoes and beans. We had just sat down when Mario came and asked us to come see his sister who was very ill.

This was the first weekend that both Beryl and Andrew were gone. So Jon and I gathered supplies Upon arrival at kasa de Mario, I was momentarily stunned at the conditions.  The room was dimly lit and I could barely make out dominga lying on mat on the dirt floor. Dominga was barely conscious, assessment showed a fever of 105.2, blood pressure at 58/35. I quickly called for some water to be drawn, started her on several medications including Tylenol. We sat her up and began to try to hydrate her with a recipe Jon had mixed up earlier.  Mario, Jon and I began to pray fervently that God would heal Dominga. The water soon arrived and we began stripping away the many layers she was covered with…. Several blankets and jackets…. then began to bathe her with cool water. The long night began. It was a struggle to be able to get her to eat/drink anything. Her mouth was ridden with painful blisters all the way down her throat. Because of these, and severe abdominal pain, she had not eaten or drank anything in three days. Jon retrieved my one bottle of chloraseptic spray (I had randomly packed this in case I had a sore throat) With this spray, she was able to eat and drink.

How I longed to pick her up and take her to my previous job on 7 East at University of Kentucky Hospital. The lack of resources and primitive conditions nearly got the best of me. At times my mind would wander…. Page the primary team, 2 liter bolus of normal saline, draw two sets of blood cultures, stat IV antibiotics… is there a unit bed available?

Within 2 hours of constant spooning bananas and hydration mix into her and continual bathing with cool water, her blood pressure was up to 65/50 and her temp was down to 102. With careful instructions to Mario, we headed back to the mission for a rest. Within five minutes after we sat down, four men appeared at the gate, one with blood pouring from a 3-4 inch gash in his head. Unfortunately no one spoke English. With many hand gestures and our broken Kiriol, we discovered that 30 minutes ago he had been trying to break up a fight and was smacked on the head with a large stick. My stomach turned and my vision blurred when I examined the wound and was able to see a large portion of his skull. Jon boiled water and I cleaned the wound, created as best of a sterile filed as I could, gritted my teeth and started stitching him up. Thankfully I had 1 bottle of lidocaine and several insulin syringes. By 12 am we finished cleaning up, 8 stitches successfully in place; we headed back to check on Dominga.

By 2 am her fever broke. With the sunrise, Dominga was sitting up and talking some. She and her family, along with Jon and I praise and thank God for her recovery. We continued to check on her every four hours. Her blood pressure is up to 85/60 with no fever. Praise God. Today Dominga’s father stated “God has healed Dominga.”

I am so humbled by this experience. Here I was, exhausted, wishing to be home and comfortable. It is clearer to me now than ever. God passionately loves his people in Catel. I am so privileged to be his hand and feet, to be his expression of love to Dominga and her family. Understanding Gods heart for the people of Guinea Bissau and relying on his strength is what has carried me through another night in Africa.

Life is sweeter with a renewed realization of Gods calling on my life. I challenge you. Who is God loving through you? Galations 6:9 “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do what is right.”

Isaiah 40:31: “but those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength, they will soar on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not be faint.”  I recently learned that the original Greek word for “wait” means “to wait upon, to serve”. The renewed strength isn’t for those who sit around doing nothing… it’s for the workers, those who get up every day with the purpose of showing God to the nations. What an incredible promise! I thank God for making this promise true in my life.

To all you weary workers, be encouraged. My prayer for you today is the promise that God has given. That you would run and not grow weary, that you would walk and not be faint; that your strength may be renewed.
Here is a link to our pictures: https://picasaweb.google.com/100217601093466491231/ThirdImpressions?authkey=Gv1sRgCN-pnqzhhNjIFQ#

Crayons, snakes and rice

Did you know that walking out into the village of Catel with a bag of crayons and two coloring books is a is not exactly a smart plan? This is something I learned this week. Beryl showed me some crayons in a box at the mission. Thursday I took some and started coloring with the neighbor kids… apparently the word spread. The rest of the week kids kept coming to the gate and asking to color. I told them I would again Sunday afternoon. So Sunday, I innocently grabbed my bag of crayons and set out to meet the kids. I was then mobbed by 40+ kids all jumping up and down, yelling, huge smiles and grabbing at the crayons and coloring books. Overwhelming!!! I was grossly outnumbered. (Kiriol words I need to learn: sit, be quiet, and wait)

The big happening this week was Bible School. Beryl, Andrew and several of the new believers from GB have been traveling to outlying villages to witness and have church on Sunday mornings. We have quite a number of new believers at these villages, but do not have the people to disciple them. This is a huge need. Beryl decided to do a monthly bible school. The first one was last Saturday. It was a great success. Two believers from every village came. They arrived Friday night and stayed till Saturday evening. The curriculum was very basic… what it means to be a Christian… This week we started with the creation of the world and went to the resurrection of Christ. We also taught basic Christian disciplines, how to pray, how to become a disciple, how faith grows, worship as a lifestyle and what the Christian life looks like. These two believers from each village are then responsible to go back to their village and teach the other believers there. There were about 15-20 people present. Beryl, Andrew and Jonathan all taught different segments and then many of the believers from Guinea Bissau gave their testimony of how God has changed their lives. Please pray that God would continue to raise up strong Church leaders here in Guinea Bissau. Pray for more workers.

While the men were in seminar, Kinta and I prepared the food. I learned how to cook Africa style. (see pictures) It was hot and exhausting. Rice, fish and vegetables were on the menu. Let me just say that long skirts, wind and cooking over an open fire do not go well together.

The clinic continues to be busy. We are really looking forward to a team of doctors coming in March. I am saving up patients that are to come back to see the Doctors.  This can be confusing, because they all think that I am a doctor. I have given up trying to convince them otherwise. Our last trip to Senegal for medications proved to be unsuccessful. My supply has dwindled quite low; hopefully this trip will be a success. I am continually confronted with completely new and foreign situations. One case this week was a 6-8 year old girl (they don’t celebrate birthdays here so no one knows their age… frustrating) a boil that opened into a sore with a kind of white string hanging out of the middle. I then grabbed forceps and pulled a 3.5 inch worm from this ulcer.  Flagyl and amoxicillin were given and all is well. I have decided that this was a simple case of Guinea Worm. (Though I may be wrong… pretty new at this) I treated a rat bite this morning; unfortunately there is no access to rabies vaccine or tetanus shots. I then had four machete wounds in a row.  Malaria, possible TB, and much worms and parasites… and that was my day in the clinic. Our “hours” are from 8am-2pm; however, I have yet to have a day where I did not treat emergencies later in the evening.

Lack of health care education continues to astound Jon and I. We have noticed many people with large scars on their temples. It is common practice to slit your temples to relieve a headache. Essentially release whatever bad spirit is inside.  Several people have debated taking Ibuprofen because the pill I have is red. They believe this means it will give them more blood. We burn the trash from the clinic and apparently this is a problem because to burn blood is messing with the spirit of that person…. the list goes on and on.

Another big event in Catel was the slaying of a 13 foot (12 inch circumference) python. Unfortunately, we were unable to take pictures until it had already been skinned and eaten. More of highlight for Jon than I. Don’t get me wrong…  I celebrated its death… but alas, I did not appreciate the reminder of its existence.

We continue to muddle through language studies. Today Mario, (our instructor) told me my Kiriol was not clean. I replied that his English was not clean. He laughed and then said “but we are not in America.”

Please keep us in your prayers as we continue at the clinic and surviving in Guinea Bissau. Pray for the new believers and that God would raise up more workers for Guinea Bissau. 

Minjer, kal ku bu purblema?

One week has passed since Jon and I arrived in this different world of Africa. Lack of plumbing, electricity and so much more makes us feel like we have stepped into another time zone. Yet every day I have spent here my love of Africa grows.

Our trip to Catel was quite an adventure. The flight to Dakar went well. We arrived early in the morning; Beryl met us and took us to a mission house where we slept. We then boarded our boat for Ziguinchor. The only seats were a few benches on the deck, instead we had bunks. Beryl calls them coffins. Eight bunks to a 12x8 cabin. Beryl and Jonathan had it pretty good on the men’s side. Eight men, it was snug, I was on the women’s side with seven women and five kids. Now this was a hot and smelly crowd.  Ear plugs and a sleeping mask put me to sleep quite nicely and at 10am the next day we reached our destination. We spent the day in Ziguinchor buying visa’s and supplies. A long car ride and we arrived in Catel.

The village of Catel is basically one main road with many dirt paths branching off it leading to many different compounds. A typical compound has several brothers each with several wives (3-4) and several other elderly relatives and MANY kids. Each wife has an average of six children.  Since he purchases his bride, and builds another hut, the number of wives a man has is a reflection of his wealth. The women do 90% of the labor. Generally the men sit around all day drinking.

The Church is alive and growing in Guinea Bissau! Saturday night we have singing with the kids (40-50). They LOVE to sing and will bring drums and sing, clap and dance for hours. I think it would go longer but their voices give out. Sunday morning we have a small service, an hour of singing and a message brought by Tchalino. Tchalino works with Beryl throughout the week preparing his message and is a very effective preacher.  The attendance is much smaller than the actual church size because many of the young men travel to outlying villages to evangelize. The need for workers is great. I am currently planning and looking for ideas to start a children’s church/Sunday school. (I would love any suggestions) Today I fashioned a bubble blower with a stick, string and some soap. The kids went crazy. It was hysterical. I have seen little if any toys of any kind.

 Tuesday and Thursday nights we have Bible study. Last week we looked at what the Bible had to say about marriage. The Bible teaching about marriage… to love your wife… etc… goes against so much of their culture.  The Christian life is not easy for them here and calls for a lot of change. They are definitely persecuted. If one of them so much as tries to help his wife carry the water, he is harshly reprimanded. Please pray for these new Christian young men who are trying to live according to the Bible.

Minjer, kal ku bu purblema. (literal translation “woman, what is your problem”) So begins a day in the clinic. The days have been very busy seeing anywhere from 20-40 patients a day. Malaria, parasites, worms, rheumatic fever, bronchitis, many infected wounds, UTIs, eye infections, STIs, fungi, alcoholism, animal bites… I have seen SO much! I work with Tene and Julio. Both have been functioning as a sort of pharmacy for Guinea Bissau. Both have had a little medical training. Both speak very little English. We have many humorous moments trying to communicate. Either Beryl or Andrew is available to help translate most of the time. Today I treated village witch doctor. Due to strong animistic beliefs, he is very wealthy and took his sixth wife yesterday.  Sunday I went on my first house call. A woman had a miscarriage presumably from a raging STI that I discovered upon examination. She was very sick but is doing much better today.

Jon has been busy helping teach new believers and doing all kinds of work with the orange trees, helping with the clinic and a lot of maintenance work. He spent an entire day fishing a lovely rat (junkador) from our well. (see pic) After a day or two of noticing an odd smell to our water, Andrew discovered a large rat. It took the whole day and many unsuccessful ideas to figure out a way to remove it. By the time we succeeded, some decomposition had definitely taken place. However, it was a joyous occasion. Needless to say we have been walking to the school for our water these days.

I hope all of you are doing well. Please keep the church and the clinic of Guinea Bissau in your prayers.