June 1991 The huge moving van drove up the hill to my new condo and parked on the roadside. The men carried my 100+ boxes and furniture over the grass, through the sliding glass doors, and piled the boxes floor to ceiling in the living room. "Lady, you sure have a lot of books. Will… Continue reading Culture Shock in New England, USA
Midwest to New England USA - June 1991 For some time now I have felt stuck in a rut, and I have asked the Lord if He would have me move to a new location. I have lived in Ohio since I was two years old. One wonderful thing about being a nurse is that… Continue reading Time to Move?
Dangriga to Big Creek, Belize - February 1990 Sunday We began our second week of this short-term medical mission trip by walking from our hotel to the Baptist Church where Pastor R lead the services. The small congregation warmly welcomed us and blessed us with their hearty spontaneous hymn singing. Pastor R had a wonderful… Continue reading You Better Belize It! Part 4
Both teams went to the large village of Hopkins right on the Caribbean Sea. The people are of African descent (former slaves) who speak Gariffina. Dr. Joel wasn't feeling well, so Dr. Don and I worked alone today. After the clinic ended, we all walked down to Hawaii beach and waded in the warm sea.… Continue reading You Better Belize It! – Part 3
Dangriga, Belize - February 1990 On my quiet walk along the beach on my way to breakfast this morning, I saw a man cutting grass by hand with a machete. Skinny dogs and horses wandered around loose. After a delicious breakfast with the team, we boarded the old school bus and bumped along for 90… Continue reading You Better Belize It! – Part 2
Wengen, Switzerland - August 1989 On a crystal clear bright blue sky day, I took the train up to 11,000 feet to the Jungfrau mountain with a widow, one of our tour leaders. She and her husband started a drug and alcohol rehab center for men in England called Yeldall Manor. She told us some… Continue reading Oasis in the Swiss Alps – Part 2
Summer, 1989 I have been working in outpatient hemodialysis on the evening shift now for about six months, four days a week with every Wednesday and Sunday off. When I work every other Saturday, I also have Thursday off. Wednesdays are a welcome break in the middle of the week to run errands, schedule appointments,… Continue reading Dirty Needle Stick in Dialysis
Spring, 1989 After giving four weeks notice to Staff Development, I started on day shift in dialysis for my orientation at 6 a.m. What a challenge to arise at 4:30 a.m. Every day I ask God to keep me awake and help me learn all the new information. (Remember, I'm the one who fell asleep… Continue reading Dialysis Nurse Orientation
Spring, 1989 Ever since returning from the mission trip to Honduras last fall, I have been asking the Lord if it is time to move on to a different type of nursing. After caring for patients in Honduras, it made me realize how much I miss direct patient interaction and bedside nursing. I have worked… Continue reading Dialysis Nurse?
Camasca - Thursday, October 29, 1988 Today I awoke at 3 a.m. with a stomach ache. I have been doing well with the food until now. The village dogs howl until 1 a.m. and the chickens start crowing at 3:30 a.m. so I keep waking up early. I never knew a village could be so… Continue reading Honduras Medical Mission – Part 3