Part 2! Something I love about surgery weeks is all
the new people that they bring to campus.
While this opens a huge door for ministry, I also found this week that
these patients provide huge blessings and lessons.
One of the patients who came for
eye surgery really impacted me. I was
sitting inside the surgery wing, and a Haitian man came in and said “Can you
help me? There is a lady outside who is really sick.” I went out to find this lady sitting there
who was missing one leg from the knee down.
She proceeded to take off her shoe from her other foot and not only was
she missing all of her toes, but the area was grossly infected and rotting. I kept asking, “Wait, you are here for eye
surgery? Are you sure you are here for
the eye team?” With a smile on her face,
she kept saying that yes she was here for the eye surgery, but she had diabetes
and this kept happening to her foot. I
got one of the doctors to come examine her.
He said that she could still have her eye surgery, but she would need to
start a week’s worth of iv antibiotics and then also have surgery with the
orthopedic team. She was from several
hours away, so this meant she would have to stay on campus. When we explained this to her, she just said,
“okay that’s fine” with a smile on her face.
Ultimately the decision was mad that she could not have the eye surgery,
but she still stayed waiting for the orthopedic team. Every day she would sit at the front of campus
and greet everyone who came and went.
She never asked me for anything, but she was so appreciative when I
would give her a little money to get some food.
I knew that staying for what ended up being two weeks was not in her
plans. After the first day, she would
hug me every time she saw me and call me her best friend.
The orthopedic team arrived, and
she was able to have her first surgery on the first day. There happened to be a prosthetics team in
Port-de-Paix during this same week. The
day following her surgery, she walked on the foot she had operated on to find a
motorcycle and went all the way to Port-de-Paix (about an hour). She went to Port-de-Paix every day for a
week, after that including the day she had her second surgery (during which
more bone was removed and the wound was closed). We all thought that when she went back after
her second operation she would get her new leg; however, when she got there,
she was told she could not get a leg because her knee was too contracted. It was worked out for her to come back in
January to meet with another team. When
she was telling me the whole story, I was heartbroken for her. She did not get her eye surgery, she had more
of her one foot removed, and she did not get a prosthetic leg after all those
painful trips to Port-de-Paix! My face
must have given away that I was upset because she looked at me with her ever
present smile and said, “It is okay friend.
I am happy because now I will see you again when I come back.” I am so inspired by the joy that was always
evident on her face no matter what the circumstance.
Since most of the orthopedic cases
were major surgeries, most of the patients had to stay for several days. I loved getting to know some of the patients
throughout the days that they were here.
One family really stood out to me.
The lady’s name is Meprilla. She
is 83 years old, and she broke her hip over a month before the team got
here. I found out about her because her
grandson is in our orphanage. He took me
to see her a few weeks before the team arrived, and I remember wondering if she
would make it until the team arrived.
She was lying there crying in pain.
She had her surgery on the first day, and she ended up being one of the
most difficult patients of the week. She
never listened, she tried to bite and pinch the nurses, and she just caused a
lot of problems. Her son demonstrated so
much love and patience throughout this whole process though. He never left her side even as she tried to
bite him. He never gave up trying to
feed her even when she would spit food back at him. After her surgery, her dressing had to be
changed. As she screamed in pain, her
son left the room , went outside, and broke down in tears. I heard him screaming and weeping. These are not common emotions in the Haitian
culture, and I realized that he loved his mother so much that he felt all of
her pain. It was breaking him to see how
hurt she was. Though I had not met him
during my visit, I have no doubt that he has had those feelings for the last
month as she was lying there with a broken hip.
I feel as if this man gave me a little glimpse into how God felt as He
watched his son on the cross. Here is a
picture of Meprilla’s son and her grandson (who lives in our orphanage). Please pray for Meprilla (and her family) as
she still has a long way to go and is still in a lot of pain.
While the two weeks were full of many
victories, there were also hard times.
There were a couple incidents when I did not know if the patients were
going to live. There were times where we
saw signs of neglect and abuse in children’s lives. There was a time when a mother tried to
abandon her child. There was a time when
a simple cyst was actually a brain aneurism.
There was an emergency case that came in of a girl who was hit by a
truck and had an open leg fracture.
During the difficult moments, I
clung to the things that I am thankful for.
I am thankful that the man we met in La Baie was able to come for
surgery. I am thankful that I was able
to spend more time with him and minister to him. Please keep him in your prayers as his leg is
now infected. Pray for complete
healing.
I am also thankful for a surgeon
that allowed me to scrub in and assist in one of the surgeries. This was such a fun experience for me, but it
also gave me a better glimpse into why the patients felt the way that they did
after surgery.
I am thankful for Tammy, a nurse from Lexington, who was willing to bring in a wheelchair for Wadley. Though he does not need it now, it is such a relief to know it will be here when the time comes. I am so thankful for her dedication in getting the wheelchair here, and her instant love for Wadley.
I am thankful for the two surgery
teams. They loved their patients
unconditionally. Some of them were
yelled at. Some of them were cursed
at. Some of them had poop flung at them,
but they never lost their Christian testimony.
They gave up their time and money to come here and serve the Haitian
people. One of my favorite stories from
the eye team was a story one of the doctors shared. He was one of the last stops in the eye clinic,
so the patients had already interacted with many Americans by the time they got
to him. The doctor said that by the time
one of the patients had reached him the man said, “I want what all of you
have!!” This doctor was able to lead
this man to Christ because of the Christ-like love that everyone had
demonstrated. What an example of how we
should live everyday: a light shining from us that is so great that people want
what we have.