Medical Month

I looked at my calendar yesterday and could only think “wow we actually survived October.”  Before the hurricane, October was already deemed medical month between two surgery teams, a doctor doing mobile clinics, and a medical trip to Mirebalais.  The hurricane just added more on top of the already busy month! 

Several people have asked for a post hurricane update.  To be honest, this zone saw more damage after the hurricane than actually during the hurricane.  The last several weeks have consisted of almost constant downpours.  For our Mole campus, the hurricane’s destruction rerouted some of the water sources.  With all the rain, the river swelled and the campus flooded.  Some of the walls and gates fell and the clinic was knee deep in water.  La baie, which many of you have heard or read about, completely flooded.  Our church there had 5 feet of water in it.  Our staff in La Baie were so desperate for help that one walked part of the way here and one took a boat because the roads were flooded out.  I met with them to find out how we could help.  I was thinking the immediate needs: food, clothes, shelter, etc.  When I brought this up, they said, “Tore, you can give us food for a week, but then we will just be hungry again.”  We made plans on how to help the community beyond these next couple of weeks through buying fishing supplies that was lost and seeds to replant gardens. I sent the staff members with money to start this plan and will go early next week to check on things myself.  My heart breaks for this community who has already gone through so much. 

La Baie

 

While so many hearts were breaking this past month, so much good was also happening.  Though it was questionable whether or not they would be able to make it with the hurricane, the iTeam arrived and went straight to work.  They were a small team, but every member played such a vital role.  They ran the eye clinic and completed 63 eye surgeries.  These eye surgeries truly changed lives.  People who had lost nearly all of their vision due to cataracts were able to see again!  It was an amazing thing to behold, especially in the midst of all of the hurricane reports. 

One week later, the next surgery team arrived.  They had an orthopedic surgeon and a general surgeon.  They completed over 40 major surgeries and many minor surgeries as well! The rain caused us to have to cancel the mobile clinics because we could not cross the river.  We decided to host a clinic for our staff members and their families.   To be honest, I thought we would maybe see 25 patients.  There were so many people we opened the clinic for a second day and easily saw over 200 people.  Most of these people would not have been able to get the care they needed had it not been for the free clinic. 

So many lives were completely changed this month.  Here are a couple of my favorite examples.

During the orthopedic team last year, an 11 year old boy came in with chronic osteomyelitis, or an infection in the bone of his arm.  He had already had the infection for a year and had been turned away from every hospital he went to.  He came to us the last day of surgery of 2015 and there was not enough time for the surgeon to do what needed to be done.  I have a vivid memory of both him and his mom sobbing when they were told we could not help.  We got their information so we could contact them to come this year.  We spent the week before the surgery team arrived trying to get in touch with them.  We couldn’t reach them, and I worried about what might have happened to the boy.  On Wednesday, I was walking through the clinic and a little boy held up his arm to show me.  I yelled his name because I was so excited to see him.  His mom was surprised that I knew his name.  I explained that we had been trying to get a hold of them and I felt broken because we had not reached them.  God had provided.  The surgeon sent them for an x-ray and said we would do whatever we could to help.  My memory of them sobbing was replaced by an image of them waving their arms saying “thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus.”

Thursday, Mike got his surgery.  I spent quite a bit of time talking to him before he went back.  He told me how he wanted to be a bone doctor so he could do these kinds of surgeries.  I went back with him for his surgery, and his mom asked me to keep praying the whole time.  You best believe that’s what I was doing.  At first, we didn’t know if he would be able to keep his arm.  However, as the surgery progressed, the infection was cleaned out and the surgery appears to be successful.  Mike still has a ways to go with 2 weeks of IV antibiotics and 4 weeks or oral antibiotics.  I so hope that one day he can fulfill his dreams of being a bone doctor.  
 

Mike and I before surgery

This same Thursday morning I went down to the clinic to see which patients had already arrived.  There was a young man sitting in the waiting room with what looked like a red cast on his elbow (the lights aren’t the best!).  I was confused because there should not have been any elbow surgery follow ups.  I asked what was going on, and he said he had been cut by a machete.  The red cast was actually blood soaked gauze.  I called the surgeons and they unwrapped his arm to find the bone protruding where the machete had cut through the skin, muscle, and bone.  He had gone to a local hospital, but they turned him away (which usually means they can’t do anything or don’t have much hope).  The team was able to take him back and fix his arm.  God’s provisions in this man’s life were so powerful. The surgeon said the local hospital had tried to place stitches to stop the bleeding.  They had placed a stitch around the ulnar nerve, but thankfully they didn’t tighten it.  Had they tightened it, it would have been a completely different outcome.  If our orthopedic team hadn’t been here, he would have lost his arm and most likely his life.

I closed out the medical month with a quick trip to my favorite hospital in Mirebalais with one of the boys in the orphanage.  This summer the Daybreak team detected a heart murmur on him that we wanted to get checked out.  We got an appointment with the cardiac alliance which meant we made a 12 hour trip to get there.  The doctors evaluated him and gave us the all clear saying it should go away as he ages! 

Keslen and I in Mirebalais

As I sit here and reflect on this past month I am overcome with thankfulness.  I am thankful we weren’t hit worse by the hurricane.  I am thankful for the doctors who gave up their time and energy to come and serve.  I am thankful for all the lives that were changed because of them.  I am thankful for a good medical diagnosis for Keslen and so much more. 

Trying to sum up this past month, I am brought to Jesus’s words in Matthew 11:5, “The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is proclaimed to the poor.”  Jesus called us to be his hands and feet and follow in his footsteps.  These are things He did in his ministry, but the teams this month followed his example.  The blind received sight.  The lame received the opportunity to walk.  We may not have had leprosy, but we did have a case of scabies! :) Most importantly though, the gospel was proclaimed to everyone who walked in our gates.  I can’t think of a more beautiful sound. 

If you are a medical professional and want to be part of this ministry in the future, please contact me (tore.karenbauer@nwhcm.org).  I would love to get you connected with one of the medical teams that come yearly.  We are always in need of more people from surgeons to anesthesiologists to scrub techs to nurses.  I can promise that by coming you will not only change lives, but you will also have your life changed.

Thank you for praying through this month with me.  Please keep me in your prayers as I have a few more weeks before I head stateside for the holidays. I am so thankful for this life God had called me to.  I cannot imagine being anywhere else or doing anything differently. 

Hurricane Matthew: What Came and What's Coming

Are you feeling overwhelmed by Hurricane Matthew posts yet? I know I am. There are so many posts. Some of them are confusing. Some of them are conflicting. Some of them are simply not true. I know there was one photo circulating “of Haiti” that was actually from Jamaica a couple years ago. I think often in the midst of a disaster it is hard to find the truth. Here is the truth of my hurricane experience.

Last Friday all of the American staff in Saint Louis headed to our Mole campus for some staff meetings. The plan was to fly there and take a truck back Tuesday morning. To give you an idea on how bad the roads are: it takes 5-6 hours via truck, but it took us 13 minutes in the plane. We knew a storm was coming, but we had no idea the magnitude. I packed a flimsy rain jacket just in case I needed it. Saturday evening Jody, the director of the Mole campus and our Haiti operations manager, told us the hurricane was coming straight towards us and was at that time a category 5. Original reports had the storm moving faster than it did, so we were not able to go home to Saint Louis. We started making plans for our Saint Louis campus from the Mole (ex. our surgery wing floods so we needed all the equipment moved). We spent Sunday helping the Mole campus prepare for the hurricane. While our Saint Louis campus is up the mountain some, the Mole campus is pretty much sea level and right across from the ocean. Here is a photo of the beach across from them (before the storm).

At church Sunday no one in the community had even heard the hurricane was coming. What is worse than the destruction of a hurricane? Not being able to prepare for it at all. The mission was able to send people throughout the Mole and a couple close fishing villages to warn people about the hurricane. It is hard to tell people about an incoming storm though. Haiti isn’t like the States. There are no shelters set up. There was no pre-disaster relief work or giving out food. How do you prepare people for the worst when they are already living in the worst?

For me, one of the hardest parts was the waiting. We knew the hurricane was coming, but it was moving so slowly. We knew we were in the direct path of the eye of the hurricane. We prepared as much as we could and we warned everyone we could warn. The Castillo house has a satellite TV, so we were able to watch the news reports of the hurricane hitting southern Haiti. The reports were devastating. The only thing left for us to do was wait and see if the worst would happen to us.

The storm finally hit us Tuesday morning. At this point we lost service (and tv) so we were not quite sure where the eye was. The rains and winds came with more force than I expected. At the start of the hurricane, I stood with all of the orphans in the only second story building watching the tin roof. I kept thinking if the winds got much stronger, the roof would not stay. The second story room was our backup plan in case of flooding. Where would we go if the roof blew off? I was anticipating it to gradually increase to a peak and then gradually decrease. However, the storm stayed with pretty much the same intensity for about 24 hours. The pounding rains and winds caused trees and electrical poles to fall and lots of flooding. At one point, some parts of campus were knee deep in water. As trees and other debris were falling and flying through the air, it was not safe for us to be outside. We stayed inside listening and praying for the roof over our heads and for everyone who did not have a roof over theirs.

When we first starting hearing the reports of how we were going to be directly hit by the eye of the hurricane, I thought God had placed us in the Mole so we could help with the relief work afterwards. As we started walking through the town after the storm, I realized that was not true. God had us in the Mole so we could call on prayer warriors all around the world who because of their prayers God changed the direction of the storm. I was blown away by the prayer response I heard of and felt. I firmly believe that because of these specific prayers the direct eye of the hurricane did not pass over us.

This is not to say there was no damage. In the Mole, houses and businesses were destroyed. The campus received damage to roofs as well as doors and gates being ripped off. As we walked around town, most of the gardens we saw were destroyed. We saw a lot of fallen trees and mounds of sand that had washed into houses. There were houses without roofs or walls. The fishing villages were pretty much destroyed. However, we did not see any injuries or death. I have heard reports of over 800 deaths in Haiti. Here we had none. I feel like one of Jody's prayer requests was answered. She called on people to pray that the things lost would be replaceable, and that is what we saw. While it was a long few days, the results really were an answer to so many prayers.

Unfortunately, the effects from Hurricane Matthew are just starting to be seen in the Northwest zone. Our already delayed presidential election has been postponed again. We are going to start seeing a rise in malnutrition. A lot of farmers lost all of their crops and/or livestock. This was their way of both feeding their families and making money. We are also going to see a food shortage for everyone. We are anticipating a rise in cholera, a huge problem that has been in Haiti since the earthquake. Today I met with our local cholera clinic to make plans for what is to come and offer support. Cholera has already taken enough lives. God moved mountains to protect us from the storm, and I know He can also protect us from this next storm of illness and starvation that is brewing.

So what can you do? The first and most important thing is to pray. Pray for southern Haiti, which was hit so much harder than us. Pray for the storm that is coming from the aftermath. Pray for the families that lost their homes and businesses. Pray that cholera would stop taking the lives of innocent Haitians. Pray for protection throughout the rest of hurricane season. Pray for wisdom for NWHCM as we try to find the best ways to help. The next thing you can do is collect supplies. My mother is currently collecting clothes for a boys orphanage in southern Haiti that lost everything. You can also give money. Here is our disaster relief link. http://bit.ly/NWHCMDisasterRelief This money will go towards helping families rebuild, buying food for those who have none, supplying clinics, and so much more.

I cannot thank you enough for your prayers. If it weren’t for them, this blog would have a much different tone. Please continue to pray.

Nutrition Program: Help Needed

When I was preparing to come back to Haiti, I asked God to show me where to focus my energy.  There are so many health needs on our campus alone that it easy to get overwhelmed.  It didn’t take me long to hear him telling me to focus on our nutrition program.  After the preschool graduation this summer, the program got a new set of children, which makes it a good time to start something new.

The past two weeks I have spent weighing and measuring all of the children and going through birth certificates to find their birth dates (a lot of the parents only have a general idea on how old the kids are).  I have plotted all of the kids based on WHO (world health organization) standards, so that we could determine the degree of malnourishment in all of the children.  We have seven children classified as moderately malnourished and two children classified as severely malnourished.

It is hard for us to imagine what true malnourishment really is.  We have more of the opposite problem in the States.  Growing up, I never even experienced true hunger let alone malnutrition.  Malnutrition causes children’s bodies to not fully develop.  Malnutrition causes neurological damage.  Malnutrition is responsible for a third of child deaths globally.  Malnutrition causes children to die from common ailments like diarrhea.  Every 30 seconds a child dies of malnutrition somewhere in the world. Malnutrition breaks my heart.

To be frank, the food we are financially able to provide the children in our program will not reverse malnutrition.  To help these nine children, I need your help.  In Port-au-Prince, we can buy a food that is designed to reverse the effects of malnutrition.  It will also give them all of the vitamins and minerals that they need.  To buy this food for all of these children, I need just over $400 total.  On a smaller scale, we would also like to buy chickens for some of the families.  It will be a program where we supply the chickens, and they are responsible for providing a chicken coop and the food.  They will be able to keep some of the eggs for their own families, but they will also be required to bring some of the eggs back to the program.  This will allow us to provide something different in all of the children’s diets.  Each chicken will cost about $5.  Please consider helping us buy this food or a couple chickens.

You’ve read what malnutrition is and how you can help, but what does it really look like?  It looks like Benji.  Benji is almost three years old and is the height and weight of an average 9 month old.  It looks like Negie who has the best smile.  It looks like Jamesely who couldn’t wait to eat a bowl of spaghetti.

Benji beside a boy who is an average size for their age (both almost 3)

Negie

Jamesley

I don’t want to take away from the good things that are happening in the nutrition program.  All of the children are starting school, which will hopefully break the cycle of malnutrition in their families.  All of the children are receiving daily multivitamins with iron.  All of the children are receiving medical care that they did not previously have access to.  All of the moms are attending a weekly bible study with me.  This week we are registering one of the moms back in school because she wants to provide a better future for her two boys.  However, there is still more to do.  A quote on the WHO website stuck with me.  It says, “We are guilty of many errors and many faults, but our worst crime is abandoning the children, neglecting the foundation of life.  Many of the things we need can wait.  The child cannot.  Right now is the time his bones are being formed, his blood is being made, and his senses are being developed.  To him we cannot answer ‘tomorrow’.  His name is ‘Today’.”

We cannot show these children the love of Jesus without also meeting their physical needs.  They need strength to grow and develop now. Waiting will be detrimental.  Will you help save these children’s lives? 

If you are interested in donating money, you can give through this link http://nwhcm.org/give/travel-payment (and get a tax donation!).  Please put "Tore Karenbauer Nutrition Food" in the comments section.  For more information, please contact me at tore.karenbauer@nwhcm.org.

First Week Back!

It has been one week back in my Haiti home, and I have so much to be thankful for.  I am thankful for my friends and family here in Haiti.  I am thankful for this country.  I am thankful to be back here: safe and healthy.  I am thankful for the people who make it possible for me to be here both through prayer and financial support. 

I am also so very thankful for my time in the States.  Though I did not necessarily know it, the time of rest, respite, refreshment, and reflection was very needed.  I am thankful for the illness that caused this slowdown that God knew I needed.  I was able to spend my time at home with friends and family.  I was able to spend time with Raphael and Margaret’s beautiful family.  I was also able to do quite a bit of wedding planning (which relieved a big stressor for me).  Most importantly, I feel like I was able to do a lot of reflection.  I had time to actually process some of the hard times I’ve encountered in Haiti as well as look back on some of God’s blessings and provisions.  I feel like I have come back to Haiti a new person with a new perspective. 

I’ve spent this first week adjusting back to life here.  I have been so blessed by everyone being excited I am back.  I got back relatively late, but was welcomed by signs taped to my room’s door compliments of the boys.  I was also welcomed back by many cockroaches!  After the power went out my first night back, I was trying to go to sleep.  I kept hearing a noise and thought there might be a rat in my room.  I decided to check, and thankfully I did not find a rat.  Instead, I found about 20 cockroaches in the bathtub!  Yuck!  The next day I set off a bug bomb and have killed around 50!  Hopefully that is the majority of them.  I am thankful for the boys coming to help me pick up all the dead ones – not my favorite part of life here!

Most of my mornings have been spent with Benji.  He’s been pretty sick, but we are praying the medicine will make him feel a bit better.  This boy brings so much joy into my life.  I cannot thank God enough for letting me play a small role in his life.  

My afternoons have been spent with the boys.  They started school this week and will practice reciting their lessons with me.  Before I left, they were really into playing baseball except they were using their hands as a bat.  I brought in some foam bats.  They were so excited and planned a big baseball game for yesterday afternoon.  I was informed I also had to provide music for the event.  It was so funny watching the entire field break out in dance at random parts of the game.  I will say I think they might need Coach Karenbauer to come show them how to properly use a bat, but we had fun nonetheless. 

Wadley's first day of fourth grade!

Baseball game

I have been encouraged to blog more, so I really will be working on it.  My big focus for this next week is the nutrition program.  Be on the lookout for some posts about the kids in this program and what the program is doing.  Thanks for all your help in getting me back here.  It is so good to be home. 

My Three Homes

“You will never be completely at home again because part of your heart always will be elsewhere.  That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”

A few years ago I never would have guessed that this quote would so accurately describe my life.  I certainly would not have guessed that I would have three homes!  Kentucky will always be my home.  I love Kentucky, and I love being surrounded by my friends and family.  However, Haiti has also become my home.  Everyday it becomes more like home to me as I continue learning the language and culture and growing in my relationships with my friends there.  Three years ago I gained another home: Australia!  The truth is, my home is wherever Liam is, but right now that happens to be Australia.  (I do love his family as well!)  While I love having three different homes, it is hard that they are never all together.  I am always missing something. 

The beginning of July I got as close as I could to being completely home.  My three worlds collided in an absolutely beautiful way.  My church (a big part of my Kentucky family), my mom, Chris, and Liam all got off a tap-tap at my Haiti home.  While my heart was overjoyed to see them, my body was not feeling so good.  I had been up sick most of the night prior.  This sickness (which ended up being typhoid and pneumonia) got worse throughout their trip, which made things so difficult for me.  I had spent so long helping them plan their trip, but I could not participate in most of what they did. 

The Daybreak Team

Though I was sidelined for the majority of their week, it did not stop me from seeing the relationships they built and the wonderful work they accomplished.  The focus of their time in Haiti was the boys in the orphanage.  They had many activities planned with them including a two-day boot camp run by an army colonel, a beach trip, hiking, devotions, and medical exams on all of the boys.  It was so funny watching the boys doing push ups and tying knots.  Mingua Beef Jerky donated jerky for the boot camp.  One of my favorite moments came when the boys were eating it.  One of them said, "Tore, I don't know what this stuff is, but it is too good!!!" All of them thoroughly enjoyed the jerky!  While the boys loved the boot camp, it also gave them an opportunity to see what appropriate male role models look like.  The men in the group led them, taught them, and loved them.  In a country with a lack of male Christian leaders, it was an amazing sight to see.  Here are some of my favorite pictures.

Liam and his boot camp team

Learning the perfect push up

Their home

The hardest part of their trip for me was when we went to La Baie.  The group bought bags of groceries and Creole Bibles to do a grocery ministry in the community.  We split in two groups and let God lead them to homes who needed to hear His message.  At each home we were able to share some scripture with the families, pray for them, and give them a bag of groceries and a Bible.  This has always been one of my favorite things to do.  My group went to some homes that we have been visiting for the last several years.  In 2013, God led us to a house with a very sick mother.  We prayed desperately for her healing, but God had other plans and she died a few months later.  We visited this family every year after and tried to help the father and his children deal with their grief.  In March, I unexpectedly found myself at this man's house again.  I had been hiking with a group and they stopped at his house.  They shared their faith with him.  Afterwards I stayed back to talk to him for a little.  He shared how much of an impact the Blue Grass team made in his life by returning to his house year after year and how he felt our prayers.  I was excited to bring the team back to see him this summer.  However, he was not there when we got to his home.  His daughter informed us he passed away very unexpectedly not long after my visit.  While my heart is sad over this loss of a friend, I am thankful that I was able to share with him one last time.  I pray he took the words to heart and that we will meet again one day.  I also pray we were able to bring a little comfort to his children who now have now lost both of their parents. 

 

While some parts of their trip were hard, so many parts were full of so much joy.  My favorite part of the whole trip was the awards ceremony that they hosted for the boys at the end of the week.  We had a VBS, juice and cake, and then a devotion.  Each boy was recognized for participating in boot camp.  They were called up one by one where they got a certificate, a new outfit, AND a brand new pair of tennis shoes. (a HUGE thank you to everyone who donated money or bought shoes for them!)  The boys were so incredibly excited to be individually recognized and get their surprises.  We closed out the night with singing and dancing.  It was such a beautiful night.  Everyone went to bed with full hearts.  

 

After nine packed days the group went home, but Liam stayed for another week.  Even though I was still sick, it was so much fun to explore Haiti with Liam and watch him fall in love with the people I love.  He spent a lot of time with the boys and tried to teach them to say “g’day mate.”  It was quite the sight to see.  We spent quite a bit of time with Wadley and Benji.  It did not take Liam long to see how they had captured my heart.  Liam was able to spend some time in the aquaponics system to see what his future could look like in Haiti.  We also took a quick trip to the Mole so he could see our other campus as well as meet Jody, Jose, and Susan.  His time in Haiti was busy and full of many adventures, but I think he went home ready to come back again. 

When Liam left Haiti, I made the difficult decision to come back with him.  I had not intended to come back to the States until November, but I needed some time to rest, recover, and gain some weight back.  While I am missing my Haitian family so much, I know I needed this time in my Kentucky home.  I am thankful for the support and prayers that I received both in Haiti and since I have returned.  During my last week in Haiti, the boys held prayer services for me three times a day.  They would pray healing over me, sing worship, and share scripture.  I am so thankful that these boys are being raised to fear God in a way that they can offer their lives in true dependence on Him.  What a beautiful sight. 

My plan is to return to Haiti in the next couple of weeks.  I ask for your prayers as I continue to recover and prepare for my journey back.  I cannot wait to hug these boys again! 

The Roller Coaster of Haiti Life

I often describe life in Haiti as a roller coaster.  You can experience the highest of highs and the lowest of lows in the same day.  These last three weeks have been a roller coaster.  One day I watched a child die in the surgery wing.  The same week, the surgeons performed three c-sections and brought three lives into this world in the very same surgery wing.  At the same time that we were celebrating at nutrition program preschool graduation, there was also a funeral for a 9 year old boy.  While we were so excited about so many lives being changed with the surgery team, a good friend tested positive for HIV.  Life here is a roller coaster.

As I sat there watching Job (a boy from the Miriam Center) die, I selfishly prayed that he would be healed.   Then as time went on, I prayed that God would take him quickly because it was painful to watch.  I struggled with why God was not answering either of those prayers.  I was reminded of a lesson that God has been working on in my life.  True faith is not praying and expecting God to do something because you prayed.  True faith is believing that God can do all things and trusting Him to do what is best even if it is painful for us. 

While my heart is still aching over all the hard things that have happened, I do not want to focus on them.  I want to praise God during this storm because so many amazing things have also happened.  These last two weeks we have had a surgery team on campus.  They completed 166 surgeries!  What a victory.  166 people had their lives changed.  This was one of my favorite moments from the two weeks.  Our Haitian doctor’s father had surgery.  One of the nurses spoke English and Spanish.  Dr. Tchoumany speaks Spanish, and his father speaks English.  She went through some of the pre-op instructions speaking both Spanish and English, neither of which are their native languages, but everyone completely understood!

St. Verty

 Pastor St. Verty always amazes me during surgery weeks.  This time he impressed me more than ever though.  The air conditioner broke in the pre-op room, so it got HOT.  St. Verty would stay in there all day so that he could pray with all of the patients before they went back for surgery.  I switched places for him a couple times so he could go on some house visits and do a funeral.  I was never there for more than a couple hours at a time, and I was exhausted by the end of it.  I do not know how he did it all day everyday, but I am so thankful that he did.  You could see the look of relief on a lot of the patients faces after he prayed for them.  

Another big event was the nutrition program preschool graduation! 27 happy and healthy children graduated!  Graduation is a huge event in Haiti, and all of the kids looked so precious!  Every child also has a Marenn (godmother) and Parenn (godfather) who attends the graduation.  I was asked to be Louvens godmother for the event.  It was so fun to pick out a little gift for him and celebrate him.  

 

Me and Louvens

 I have spent the last several months getting to know and love on the nutrition program children and their mothers.  I absolutely loved watching how proud the mothers were of their children.  Here are some of my favorite photos!

I don’t understand why these last three weeks have been such a roller coaster.  I don’t understand why the bad stuff has happened.  I don't understand why some kids die and some kids live.  However, my job is not to understand.  My job is to trust that God knows what He’s doing and to hold out hope for day Revelations 21:4 describes.  “He will wipe every tear from their eyes.  There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”

Saint Louis Update

Some exciting things have been happening in Saint Louis these last couple of weeks.  The day after my trip to Mirebalais was a Sunday.  To be honest, I woke up and did not want to go to church.  I had spent over 24 of the last 72 hours on a bus, van, truck, or motorcycle.  The thought of sitting on the hard benches for 3+ hours sounded miserable to me.  However, God told me to go, so I did.  I am so glad that I listened!  One of my friends came to church for the first time!  Her son is part of our nutrition program and preschool, and her daughter goes to outreach therapy after having a clubfoot surgery in October.  

This event was very exciting, but what is more exciting is that she was baptized last Saturday!  She, two other nutrition program parents, three boys from the orphanage, and three other members from the church were all baptized.  I had the honor of being the Marenn (like the godmother) to four of the baptisms.  I am so excited for all of these people who made this next step in their faith.  I am thankful that they had truth spoken into them and the opportunity to accept Christ.  I pray that they will be examples and lights in the nutrition program, orphanage, and community.  Here are some photos from the baptisms. 

 

The nutrition program parents

The boys from the orphanage

Since I’ve been back, I have been working a lot with one of the families in the nutrition program. I started working with them because their two year old son, Benji, was 9 pounds.  Benji had been born early and has always struggled with sickness.  They also have another little boy, Alandieu.  He was born less than a year after Benji.  As you can imagine they were very overwhelmed.  In the last two months, we have gotten rid of Benji’s tapeworm, and he is finally starting to gain weight.  In the beginning, Benji spent most of his time lying around almost lifelessly without expressing any emotion.  Today we have a completely different story.  Benji loves to babble, dance, and give everyone fist bumps.  

While there was an obvious need for physical help, this family also needed spiritual help.  Benji’s dad was one of the people who accepted Christ at conference, and he was baptized on Saturday.  Last week I was sitting in the nutrition program, and Benji’s mom came up to me.  She has just started selling popsicles to try to save a little money for her family.  Selling popsicles is no joke.  She carries a very heavy cooler on the top of her head and stands in the sun selling other people something cold.  She wanted to show me what she bought with her hard-earned money.  She bought a new skirt so that she could go to church on Sunday.  She is SEVENTEEN years old and the first thing she bought was a skirt for church.  I cannot even explain my feelings of joy and inspiration to see her sitting in church on Sunday.      

Benji's mom and little brother after church

I am so thankful for these exciting things happening in Saint Louis.  Please pray with me for these new Christians and church attenders.  Pray that they would not lose their faith.  Pray that they would be an example for others.

My Trip to Paul Farmer's Hospital

I am a huge Paul Farmer fan.  I have been ever since I read Mountains Beyond Mountains my freshman year of college.  I have always wanted to visit where he worked in Haiti, and last week I had a chance to!  A cardiology team was coming to Paul Farmer’s new teaching hospital, and Stephanie had two kids who needed to see them.  Since everyone knows how much I love Paul Farmer, Stephanie knew she would not have to convince me to be her other person on the trip. 

It was a long trip.  The hospital is in Mirebalais, which is about an hour outside of Port-au-Prince.  We left here on the midnight bus to go to Port-au-Prince.  We then took a bus to Mirebalais.  All in all it took about 12 hours for us to get there.  We dropped our stuff off at the hotel, and Stephanie and I went to visit the hospital. 

Me outside of the hospital

We had a friend who was able to give us a tour of the hospital, and I was absolutely blown away.  The hospital was so big and beautiful.  Everything was very well laid out and surprisingly clean.  There were fans everywhere, and they even had these UV lights all over that are supposed to kill germs in the air.  The hospital included a men’s ward, women’s ward, children’s ward, maternity, a surgery center, ICU, neonatal ward, and so much more.  They also have a therapy center, lab, ct machine, x-ray, and more! It raised my standards on what the quality of hospitals can be here (with the right funding that is).  Here are some photos of the inside of the hospital.

The children's ward

Playroom for the kids

One of the consultation rooms

The hospital gave me conflicting thoughts on its sustainability.  The entire hospital is run by solar panels, and all the money was raised BEFORE they built the hospital.  However, when a patient comes to the hospital, all they pay is the equivalent of $1 US.  That means that they could get a ct scan, surgery, stay in the hospital, and get rehab all for $1 US.  While that is absolutely wonderful for the Haitians who cannot typically afford quality healthcare, it would not cover hardly any of the expenses of the hospital. 

As much as I loved being able to visit the hospital and see some of Paul Farmer’s work, it was also hard.  We often deliver babies by cellphone light in our birthing center.  If a baby stops breathing and needs to be put on oxygen, we have to think about if we can turn the generator on.  Premature babies who need to be in an incubator have pretty much no chance here.  Yet this hospital had an entire neonatal ward!! I would by lying if I said I was not jealous of some of the capabilities that they had. 

As we were walking to the hospital, Stephanie and I were talking about how different the town was than Saint Louis.  No one yelled out “hey blanc” (hey white person).  No one seemed shocked to see us.  We talked about how it was kind of nice.  However, by the time we walked back to the hotel, we were missing the atmosphere of Saint Louis.  In Mirebalais, people may not have been phased that we were white, but they also did not care that we were there at all.  We had to ask the security guard a question, and he completely turned around trying to avoid us.  We may hear “hey blanc” a lot in Saint Louis, but everyone says hi and everyone is willing to help.  This all may sound silly, but I was thankful for a reminder of how much I love life in Saint Louis.

The next day we took the two kids for their check up.  One problem that is often in Haiti is that if you go to a medical facility with a white person you typically get pushed through faster/a better quality of care.  We were pleasantly surprised to be put at the end of the line to see the cardiologist.  We were even more surprised to get two good reports from the doctor!  

It was a quick trip, but I am so thankful for the opportunity.  I am thankful to fulfill a dream of mine.  I am thankful to have been able to see how another hospital runs.  I am thankful for two clean bills of health for the kids.  And now, I am even more thankful to be home where everyone says hi and asks how I am!