Heart Surgery.....TIMES two... in 24 hours!

This afternoon, I watched something absolutely beautiful happen.  I write that sentence and then I keep writing and before I know it I delete everything.  And the sentence that keeps coming is the very one that starts this particular blog entry.  This afternoon, I watched something absolutely beautiful happen.  And then, I am not sure how I should continue.  I am still processing.  Still taking it in.  Today, I met a little girl named Gina.  This little girl is VERY sick.   I have had the honor of being present with many people as they breathed their last breath. I would say that those moments have been some of the most humbling experiences of my life... a gift without measure. I've bathed, medicated, turned, and whispered His messages of hope, love, and life into the ears of individuals struggling to take in a simple breath.  Death is not new to me.  And yet, my flesh struggled today.  I sat on a bed rubbing the head of a six year old girl that, without immediate medical care, would undoubtably die.  I mean DIE.  This little girl isn't sick from cancer  or some other terminal disease.  She has a disease that with medical care, is survivable. Her bill was racked up at the hospital and so in fear, her mom didn't bring her back.  Her palms are nearly as white as paper and her little legs are so swollen.  Two large pressure ulcers the diameter of golf balls on her hips.  As a clinic, we watched as God directed His children to give financially.  We surrounded this little girl and her mom.  We sat and we prayed.  And I watched as Jesus led and prompted.  He wanted his baby girl to know that she was not alone and that He was WITH her.  She prayed with a voice barely audible asking Jesus into her heart.  This was the sweet connection between Jesus and His daughter.  And those of us in that room had the humbling opportunity to watch. And watch we did.  And it was beautiful.  Absolutely beautiful.  Even in the pulling of the flesh... the seemingly unfairness of it all... the questions... the pain.... Jesus was right there.  He was performing a Heart Tranplant in the sick bay of a small clinic in Uganda all the while ensuring that His attendants stood up.  Because in Him, we can stand strong.  I can stand strong.  I don't understand why this girl is so sick or why to a million other questions... but what I do know is that My Jesus is REAL and He is ACTIVE and HE IS ABSOLUTELY PRESENT in this world.  Gina may die a physical death, but I can assure you that today she had Life breathed into her.  She left headed to the hospital.  To get medical care.  And I pray Jesus heals her physically.  But either way, I choose to rest... because He's got His little girl.  Here or there, He's got her.  And He's got me.  And that's beautiful.  In a deep sorta way.  

And without having much time at all to process sweet Gina.... 

I got a call at 7:15 PM tonight letting me know that sweet Adong Betty will be having surgery in the morning!!! This is GREAT and EXCITING news... and it comes with a request for a lot of prayer.  The hospital called someone earlier today requesting that Betty come to the hospital by this evening.  The only hiccup in the situation was that the message didn't get passed along and Betty lives about a 10 hour journey from the hospital.  And so the adventure for this little girl continues.  I'll be leaving at 5 in the morning to meet her at the hospital and be with her as she goes in for surgery, comes out, and recovers in the hospital.  I ask you to join me in praying for this little girl and for ALL the details.  And God-willing less than 15 hours from right now, her heart will be repaired.  

I'll keep you all posted.  Trusting that I will be able to get a message out tomorrow night... if not, I will get one out as soon as I can.  

Isaiah 43:1-3a

But now thus says the Lord, he who created you o Jacob, he who formed you, o Israel; Fear not for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.  When you walk through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through the fire you shall not be burned and the flames shall not consume you.  For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior. 

If anything that I said in this post (or any) left you with questions/comments... please let me know.  My intent is to be real on here... but part of sharing in the rawness is not always saying things smoothly  I am so up for clarifying and/or dialoguing on anything that I have said.  

Kimberly 

Cows, Commutes, and HIS goodness.

Back when I lived outside of the windy city and had to be at work for my 11PM-7AM shift, I would leave for work at 9:45 PM.  That was my door to door travel time.  After I got off in the mornings, my commute would often jump to an hour and forty five minutes.  During those commutes, I would find myself chatting on the phone, talking to Jesus, and/or listening to Roger Basick on Moody Bible Institute.  And while the commute to work was often a smooth 70 mile an hour journey.... the journey home was often quite the opposite.  Often exhausted from a night of medicating, bathing, and ensuring the care of my patients, I was often greeted by bumper to bumper traffic.  There was such a sweetness when I pulled into my driveway and pushed the button to open my garage door.  I knew at that moment that sleep was imminent.  And now years later.... my commute to work is quite different.  This last week, I came home for lunch and found myself walking through a herd of cows.  There is a momma sheep with her twin lambkins (yep, looked that one up.... baby lambs are called lambkins...) and instead of worrying about bumper to bumper traffic delaying a timely arrival to work one has to account for ensuring you leave enough time in your commute to properly greet each person that you pass on the way.  And it's good. And it's sweet.  And I love it.  

The other day, I was walking back from work with two of my coworkers.  Aunt Sarah asked me a serious question.  She wanted to know if I was using different smear (cream).  I said no and asked her why.  She said, your skin is becoming more white.  I smiled.  And so today, I did the unacceptable. I applied some sun tanning oil to my skin and walked with my arms up in the sky.  Personally, when I look at my arms I see an amazing tan.... but I also realize that there have been times where I have been in denial when it comes to my perception of just how tan (or not) my skin is.  And God had a sense of humor.  After applying my awesome Banana Boat #8 Sun Tanning Oil (Thank you Cherie Martin!) I headed into town.  Minutes later.... a massive rainstorm hit.  The sun that had been shining so brightly was now hiding behind some angry clouds.  

And while the picture at the right is an appropriate reflection of the intensity and amount of the rain.... it's not a reflection of what it looked like this afternoon.  This was a picture of a rainstorm in Uganda I found on the internet... there was definitely running when the rains came this afternoon and I am bummed to have not captured it on camera. The market had just started and was in full force.  The dark clouds were visible in the distance.  Soon the winds came blowing dust all over.... and then the rains came... and come they did! Waited in a store for the rains to subside and hopped on the back of a Boda Boda to head back home.  A backpack full of pineapples, onions, tomatoes, and or course some coca cola.  

And that was just the afternoon.  This weekend I am on call.  And as of right now (just past 11 PM), it has been a pretty quiet afternoon.  This morning, I arrived at the clinic right around 9 AM and had a young man waiting to be seen.  He is one of the kids from my family group and he was struggling with a headache.  Shortly after he arrived, an older lady arrived holding her jaw.  A toothache gone bad.  Gave her some pain medication and sent her to the hospital.  The dentist comes to the hospital on Wednesdays and Saturdays.... and while I was hesitant if they would extract her tooth today due to the infection, I was thankful that dentist would be able to evaluate her.  One of my sweet girls came in with what I suspect is mumps.  It's going around and she had the symptoms.  There were tests for malaria and a one sick with Brucellosis needing an IV and daily IV medication for a minimum of a week.  Doing the math to figure out her dosage and thankful that we were stocked with normal saline.  A staple back home, but not always a guarantee here.  There were all of the normal doctor office things and other things that probably would have been at least an urgent care visit.  And yet, God had me working today.  And He was with me. When I couldn't get the IV in and I was her only option.  We paused and we prayed and it went in.  Yes, my hands were on the needle... but it was Him showing me the vein to go for.  He has shown me time and time again that I am NOT alone.  He is leading me, guiding me, and growing me.  He is building up a team of health care workers to love on HIS children (big and small) and to be His hands and Feet.  And I am loving it.  

And after closing up the clinic just shy of one, I did a few errands and headed home.  One of those errands was picking up a bottle of coke and a tray of eggs.  Shortly after getting back home, Phiona came over.  Phiona asked me a little over a month ago if I would mentor her.  So, each week, we get together.  It's a time to pour into her... to love her, encourage her, and to listen as she slowly entrusts me with her heart.  And she is opening up. We laugh.  We eat chocolate.  And slowly, but surely I see as her heart opens further.  May she know Jesus more and more.  That is my prayer for her.  

And so it is just shy of midnight.  And I best be going to bed soon.  Tomorrow brings another full day.  Tomorrow all the staff from the clinic are getting together for a celebration dinner.  Two of the nurses just graduated from nursing school.  It's a huge accomplishment and one worth celebrating.  There is a live chicken being brought to my house and rumor has it that I am going to kill it.  It's something I plan on doing at some point.... but the thought of doing it in the morning is leaving me a little nervous.  Thank you for letting me tell you about my day.  Yes, thank you.  Thank you for journeying along with me.  For loving me, for praying for me, and for caring about the things that have become important to me.  May we know Him more and more and may we each rest in Him.  

Webale nyo.  nsanuse kumbanga Ali balungi.  Nsanuse njja ku laba gwe mu wiki musanvu!

(Thank you very much.  I am happy because He is good.  I am happy I will see you in seven weeks!)

An annoying little Tick

It's stinking early on Sunday morning and I am wide awake.  This past week, I was hit with Tick Fever.        Woke up early last week and quickly realized that a tiny black tick had decided to latch on.  I removed it and killed it.  And I thought very little more about it. Thursday, I was exhausted and by that night I was not feeling very well at all.  A malaria test came out negative and by the next early afternoon, I felt better.  I dismissed it as the flu.  On Monday, the fevers came.  I had been fighting a cough for about 5 weeks and decided at that point that maybe I should start some antibiotics and so I did.  Instead of feeling better, I felt worse.  Headed into Kampala on Thursday where they ran some blood work and put the pieces of the puzzle together.  And late this morning, I felt better.  It was like a light switch.  So thankful! As a result of ALL the sleeping I did this week... I find myself wide awake at 1:31 in the morning.  ( c :  And so I thought I would bless you all with my presence.  

Earlier this year, I was involved with an institute training class.  An opportunity to come together with others from both the US and from around East Africa.  We learned together, cried together and had fun together.  And tonight, we came together to just be.  It was a gift to connect, laugh, and share.  Half of us were there... the other half were held close to our hearts.  We ate some amazing food.  It was pretty much my first real meal in four days and It was DELIGHTFUL! 

Auntie Robinah cooking away! 

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Ready for a taste.... 

Auntie Sarah hard at work! 

The men waiting..... ever so patiently

Baby Frank does NOT prefer G-nut.... He has no idea what he is missing! 

Eating, drinking, and posing! 

just chilling.... 

Sharing... 

Baby Frank and His momma Rebekah

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Auntie Sarah and her boys! 

U. Michael, Auntie Sarah and their whole family

I believe this picture was taken over by some people yelling "HOllA HOLLA"

Love to you all! Sorry this is so short... I best be getting to sleep.  Just wanted to share a quick glimpse into my "today" So thankful that our God is a God who HEALS... 

Holla Holla to you all!!!!!! 

Finally.... an update!

This evening looked very different than I thought it would.  Though, I learned pretty early on in my time here that my days often looked very different than I envisioned.  Tonight was going to include a massive party with my computer.... catching up on emails, Facebook messages, and working on a blog. Instead, I was called to check on a little 4 month girl sick with diarrhea and vomiting.  Shortly after getting home, I got another call.  This one involved a young man who had been injured and required medical assistance.  And he did.  The medical assistance involved putting stitches in his head.  It was a first for me and though I remained calm during the process.... I was not so calm once I got home.  Wow, wow, and WOW!    His bleeding stopped and in about 5 days, he will have the three stitches removed.  And so, here I am with a little extra kick of adrenaline running through my system determined to fill you all in with the happenings of my life since I last brought fingers to keyboard and posted a blogpost.  Basically, when it comes down to it, a lot of everyday life has happened.  Multiple times, I sat down and started a blog post... the problem was that I didn't get much further than starting.  I am so sorry.  It is absolutely my every intent to keep life happening here up to date for all of you, my friends, journeying along with me.  And so, in light of all the happenings of the last six weeks, I think I will just start writing.  Writing knowing that by the end of Sunday, unless an earthquake or other similar crazy situation arises, another blog post will be added.  I best keep typing.

And typing I will continue.  It's now Sunday afternoon and this has, by far, been one of the busiest weekends on call.  I am being stretched in HUGE ways.  And in the process of being stretched, I am tired.  But I am good.

Stretched and tired, but doing well.

One of the exciting highlights over the last couple of months has been the increasing closer relationships with my family group.  During the break between second and third term, a few of the other family associates and myself took the girls for a day in the city.  Once we arrived, we started our day grabbing a quick bite before we headed off to get our nails done.... It was so great getting pampered and the girls enjoyed it just as much!

Lindah and Harriet waiting for their breakfast. 

Miss. Harriet enjoying her hand massage.  

A group shot before heading home.  These girls have become so dear to me this last year.  So thankful to know them more and more! Phionah, the young lady to your far left, and I just began meeting.  A few weeks back, she asked me if I would be her mentor.  She is a quiet girl, with a big heart and I am so excited to know her more and more.  

And great news concerning the little girls needing heart surgery. Things are moving along.  Little Betty should be having surgery in October.  I saw her just a few weeks back at Mulago hospital.  The hospital had called last minute and asked us to come in.  She saw the doctor and had another echo.  She was excited to see me and I quickly put her to some coloring.  Her mom and I attempted to communicate.  I have been learning Luganda and her mom speaks another dialect.  It was quite an adventure... but we got by.  And will God-willing see each other in less than a month!  I'll keep you posted on little Betty and the two other little girls facing surgery 

The Heart Institute at Mulago hospital.  

Little Betty a little unsure of everything.

At just in the last week, two of my friends came to visit.  It was such a gift.... to be with friends who know me well and who wanted to see my life over here.  Matt came from Fort Wayne, Indiana and Cherie who has been living in the U.A.E., the last 18 months, came down to visit.  We had such a great time of just chilling, laughing, being, and praying.  Last minute, we decided to go on safari.  We went to Murchison's Fall reserve and we just enjoyed HIS amazing creation.  

What an absolutely DEAR friend.... I am so thankful we will be friends FOREVER
Now everyone sing with me.... "and friends are friends forever.... if the Lord's the Lord of them... "  Oh you got to love Michael W. Smith.... and sweet memories!  ( c : 

Lunch with Matthew and Cherie.  It was a GREAT time! 

And I bring this post to an end.  Knowing that there is always more to say..... and yet for now, I just post.  Thank you for journeying along with me.  Thank you for caring for me, loving me, and encouraging me.  It is such a gift.   And Thank you to Jesus for not only allowing me the honor of being here... but for journeying right along beside me EVERY step of the way.  In the really good times, the hard times, the VERY tired times, and everything in between.  Would NOT be who I am today if it were not for HIS pursuance and EVER present presence in my life.

Deepening roots....

It's Tuesday night and I just wanted to hop on to say hello to you all.  It's about 8:55 PM and my day is nearly over.  For most of you who read this, your day is somehow halfway over. It's been a full day and a day full of odds and ends.  Work, meetings, messages, and family group time.  Rubbing the head of a young child sick with malaria and speaking truth to another.  Getting the hang of spotting those little malaria parasites and realizing all the same, there is always more to learn.  Realizing that I am finding complete satisfaction in a fruit smoothie in the same way that I used to find in a whopper sandwich from Burger King.  Oh the time is whizzing by and my roots in this place are growing.   My days are full.  Right now, it feels a little extra busy.  Time in the clinic, meetings, and phone calls. Hanging with children and cleaning wounds.  Yes, this is the life.  This is the life that God has led me to and it is a life that I am so thankful for. I suspect with an increasing awareness that I will be here for a period longer than two years.  And while I would love to say how long I feel I will be here, the truth is, I have no idea. I will keep clinging to the hand, to the pinky, of the One who has led me here.  To the One who is currently right here with me.  To the One who will be with me very step of my life.  And while most of the steps that I have taken over the last 8 months have been pretty easy, there have been steps that have been challenging.  It's challenging to learn the language. Most days, I feel that it's something I will never achieve.  Many of you have heard my not so "on key" voice.  Most of you have heard me say an expression wrong.  Yep,  you would most definitely find yourself chuckling listening to me speak a language that is tonal and quite different in language structure than English.  Humorous at many levels; frustrating when you desperately want to communicate clearly.  I've put my foot in my mouth. I have felt the weight of long days and facing medical situations that are COMPLETELY out of my league.  And the list of "I have" could continue... but even as I type them out and acknowledge them to you and to myself, I smile.  The language has come. I can speak more than I could last week.  I have definitely put my foot in my mouth.... but, by His grace, He has allowed the foot in the mouth to be made known thus allowing healing to happen.  Some days, there is that awkward pause of "what's next" or "I am so not sure of how to proceed" and in those moments of uncertainty... sometimes coupled with tears and/or  a variety of emotions, I am reminded that I am not alone and that I am being led.  Sometimes, it's a sweet email, a warm greeting on the way back home, or sitting down with a friend and sharing at a heart level.  And other times, it's having a pep talk with myself... a reminder to walk in faith.  He, who has led me here, is with me leading and guiding me.  He sometimes whispers loud enough for me to hear, sometimes it's about standing in faith, and at other times, He brings others to encourage me along the path.  Whichever way, He remains faithful.  And so I rest in that.... and in the process I get to enjoy the many blessings of life here.

This little man is not so sure... but the wounds got to be cleaned! 

My little buddies Brian and Sharon after a little volleyball with Lindley ( c : 

U. Eric and little Shakira.  

My little pal.  Shakira has gained 1 kg since she was started on plumpy nut.
She is going to Mulago this week and we are hoping to schedule her heart surgery!  She will make 4 years old... and is currently wearing size 3-6 month old clothing!  Don't let her small size fool you... she is FULL of spunk!

Thank you to each one of you who are journeying with me.  I am so thankful for each of you and am looking forward to seeing many of you in December/January.  I'll be back in the states for about 5 weeks before returning back to Uganda mid-January.   

Four Little Girls. Four Serious Heart Problems

Four girls. Four serious heart problems. Only God knows the future for these girls, but there is an opportunity for all of us to participate in it . . .

Several months back, I found myself at Kiwoko hospital. I was waiting outside of the lab with a child and another staff member for some results. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a Boda Boda drive by. A Boda Boda is a motorcycle with an extended back. It’s used in multiple ways including, but not limited to, transporting food, coffins, animals, and people. It’s economical and convenient… in most situations. I am not sure what exactly caught my eye. It seemed at quick glance to be a normal situation. A driver and two men sitting directly behind him. But I quickly realized that something was not ok with the man in the middle. He was visibly weak and wobbly. The man behind him was holding him up as the weakened man leaned against the driver. The Boda Boda was leaving the hospital. This man visibly ill and weak was leaving the hospital. And instead of leaving in the comfort of an ambulance or the backseat of a car, he was leaving on the back of the Boda Boda. At first, my heart did a few hiccups. No, maybe they were stronger than a few hiccups. My heart felt the pang of sadness for a man leaving a hospital weak and on the back of a motorcycle. And almost as quickly as the seemingly injustice of it surfaced, so did the realization of the picture of pure brotherhood. Two men holding up the frame of a weakened man. That man was able to rest literally in the arms and against the frame of two men who were committed to his journey home. There would undoubtably be bumps and obstacles on their way home. That’s not a presumption, it’s a reality. Roads in Uganda are well, to keep it simple, bumpy. But that man didn’t haver to worry about them. He could (and he did) close his eyes and rest. My throat burned with the emotion of seeing something absolutely beautiful. And I knew that my God had averted my eyes. He had wanted me to see this stunning picture of brotherhood…. of community.

And even today as I bring fingers to keyboard and share about four little girls each unique, but all facing significant heart conditions, I rest in knowing that God has these little girls. The picture of community that God showed me months back is an encouragement for today. These girls are surrounded by community, they are surrounded by a God who loves them immensely and has His best in mind for them. No matter their outcome, I rest in knowing that He is with them. And in the meantime, I am committed, as I believe we all are, to loving them well and facilitating to the best of our ability the spiritual, physical, and emotional care that they need. Let me introduce you to these little girls.

Namukwaya Shakira

Shakira

Age: She will make 4 years this month (August 2013)
Weight: 7 kg (expected weight for a child her age: a minimum of 18 kg)
Condition: Shakira had an echo in April of this year. The results showed that she has a large secundum ASD (hole between the atriums of the heart) with a Left to Right Shunt. She has dilated right heart chambers and has mild Pulmonary Hypertension which is a complication to her heart condition
Need for surgery: Urgent. Shakira’s overall strength has decreased over the last several months. About two weeks ago, she was started on a high calorie, high protein supplement and this has resulted in an increase in energy. It is the hope that this supplement will give her body the calories that it needs to maintain her and help her body in the coming weeks/months before surgery
Cost for surgery: approximately $6,000 dollars.

Adong Betty

Betty

Age: 10 years

Weight: 18 kg (expected weight for her age: approximately 35 kg)
Condition: Large PDA (hole in the heart)
Need for surgery: Urgent: Scheduled for closure of PDA in the Cath lab at Mulago Hospital sometime in October
Cost for all care: estimated at approximately $600 dollars (this mainly goes
towards testing, medications, transportation to/from medical appointments, procedure cost)

Nakakooza Fatiyah

Fatiyah

Age: 1 1/2 years
Weight: Stable
Condition: Fatiyah was born with Aperts Syndrome a congenital deformity that has significantly affected the development of her skull. Faitya has a large sinus venous defect of her heart with a left to right shunt.
Need for Surgery: Urgent. Fatiyah needs her heart defect repaired before she can have the surgery on her skull. The high pressure in her brain affects her eyes and compromises the development of her brain. After she has the repair of her heart, she will be able to have surgery on her skull.
Cost for surgery: approximately $6000 dollars for the heart surgery. Surgery on her skull has not yet been approximated.

Esther (no picture available):

Esther came into the clinic a few months back with an unrelated health issue. During a listen to her chest, an abnormality was heard. She was subsequently taken to Mulago hospital for further assessment. A hole in her heart was identified.
Age: 4 years (approx.)
Weight: appropriate for age.
Need for Surgery: At this point, doctor’s are wanting to give her heart time and see if the hole will reduce in size and/or close.
Cost of Surgery: unknown at this time.
Plan: Ensure that Esther will be closely monitored by a doctor and follow his recommendations.

We don’t know what God has planned for these little girls. But no matter the outcome, I know that His ultimate desire for them, is that they would know Him and that He would be glorified through their lives. If you feel led to pray for these little young girls, thank you. If you feel led to give financially towards the needs of these young girls, please follow the link below.  Other opportunities to come alongside others facing other life-challenging medical conditions will undoubtably arise. If you feel led to support a general medical fund for such medical situations, please feel free to follow the link. Our God is all about holding His children up. He is the ultimate sustainer. I rest in that for myself. I rest in that for these young girls. I rest in that for each one whose eyes fall upon these words.

To donate towards the needs of the these four girls please click here: DONATE FOR HEART SURGERIES(then follow the instruction to give). Please write what the gift is for in the comments section.

To donate towards the New Hope General Medical fund, please click here: DONATE FOR GENERAL MEDICAL FUND  (then follow the instruction to give). Please write what the gift is for in the comments section.

Thank you!

Kimberly White
Nurse at New Hope Uganda Kasana Children’s Centre

All sorts of fun things...

Today has been probably one of the coldest days since I have arrived into Uganda.  The thought of a crackling fire and some Russian Tea is more than an appealing thought.  It's a desire.  Instead of listening to the crackles of a fire, I am listening to the chirping of many birds outside my window.  Maybe their chirping is a way of keeping warm themselves.  I don't know. I just know one thing.  It is chilly here.  K, now that I have verbalized that, I can move on in my writing.  Instead of Russian Tea, I will think about heating up some hot chocolate.  The warmth will do me some good.  ( c  :  It's been nearly a month since I have brought my fingers to the keyboard to write an update.  It's been a VERY full month and it's hard to realize that I have been here for 7 months! Where to even begin? 

Yesterday morning as I was making my 60 second commute to work, I looked to my right and saw two oxen plowing the land directly beside my house and as I furthered myself on the commute, I spotted a goat blocking my path.  Seeing me, he made a little hop off the path and we just sorta watched each other as I walked by.  Goats are pretty benign and a common sight here.  The infrequent night commute to the clinic is slightly humorous... after the fact.  In the moment, it's shining a light on the path watching ever so closely (or not so closely) for the slithering snake.  Oh, if you could be a mosquito on the banana tree.... you would see me dancing a little as I dodge snakes that aren't even there.  But in all seriousness, this last month has been stretching, full, fun, and sweet.   I'll run you through some of the highlights of the last month and then end with heart reflections.  Here goes... 

The Neebes came to visit! 

We painted together.... 

                                                              

                                                                               Sanding down the table

                                                       

                                                                                  And the painting begins..

                                              

                                                           You best watch out Mukisa.. the brush may slip! 

         

                      Well Done Worcester Family! 

         

       The somehow finished project.... finishing touches to come

          

Well Done Little Dan

A little Volleyball with Lindley, Brian, and Sharon. 

And then there was the Nile.  Oh, was it a LOT of fun! Thank you to so many of you who highly encouraged me to go.  I was hesitant at first.... for sure thought I was going to be swallowed by a croc or bit by some crazy underwater snake.  The rapids were awesome and the beauty around me breathtaking.  Good times with Good peeps.  Good memories and Awesome scenery.  

Our last supper.  ( c :  before the Big Raft! 

The Morning of....

Getting ready to begin our journey.... 

Wait for it.... 

Wait for it.... 

And Here it is! 

There is no Burger King.... but there is "Chicken in your face" Delightful with a Coke and good company of course! 

And after a fun-filled weekend, it's back to work.  Life in the clinic continues.  We are entering the rainy season and with the rain comes malaria season.  Most individuals can be treated with oral tablets. But, for those who struggle to keep the tablets down or who have high levels of malaria, the treatment is either a shot or an IV.  IV quinine is given. It's a four hour drip.  This boy had a stubborn case of malaria.  After failed improvement on oral medications, he was started on a drip.

Yes, being here is a gift.  An opportunity to love on and to care for so many.  I am slowly learning the language (SLOWLY) and while I can only talk a little with those around me in Luganda and often (which is probably not too much of a surprise for many of you) I royally mess up what I am wanting to say.  It's an adventure.  I was going to upload a few more pictures, but the computer is refusing to upload em.  There are multiple things swirling around inside of my heart.  We are in the process of organizing and fundraising for four little girls to have life-saving surgery. Trusting in God to provide our EVERY need and THEIR every need.  Shakira has been eating her plumpy nut and her energy level has improved.  This little girl is a CHARACTER and we have become good little buddies. I don't know how much of it is because she is drawn to me or how much she likes the special peanut butter paste that I give her.  Either way, it's been neat loving on her and watching both her, her sister, and her mom warming up to those around her.  Community.  It's a simple word and yet, it's completely loaded. 

It's being free to smile when your soul is happy and to be honest when it's heavy.  It's about giving and receiving.  Carrying the load of those around you and allowing others to carry your load.  It can feel intimidating and yet, it is so freeing.  So thankful for community here and community back home.  May we all rest in the arms of our God and His immense love for each of us.