Honduras, October, 1988-Tuesday
We just finished our first clinic day together as a whole group. The rest of the team arrived in the cattle truck around 5 pm yesterday after standing for 8 hours and bumping along the roads. They looked exhausted. I am so thankful the Lord let me ride in the little pick up truck with the luggage. I’m not sure I could have stood that long.
The women are staying at a former missionary’s home which has three large rooms and a covered patio with fire pit for cooking in the back. I even have a bed with mattress, two clean sheets, and a pillow. The men are staying a block away in another village home and join us for meals on the patio prepared for usby the church women. There is one toilet on the porch and a curtained place to take a sponge bath. The village has running water for three hours in the morning, and electricity for three hours in the afternoon, so we eat by the light of two gas lanterns. When the water isn’t running, we pour a bucket of water down the toilet to flush it. When the water is running, the women collect huge pots of it to supply the team the entire day.
When we woke up this morning in the dark, each woman took turns of dipping a bucket of warm water from the large pot on the fire and then taking a sponge bath be flashlight. By the time the men arrived for breakfast, the sun had risen. We had a precious time in God’s word, sang some choruses together, and then prayed and committed the day to God, asking Him to use us for His glory and honor. I loved learning the new chorus,
“This is the day that the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:24
Then we all gathered our medical supplies and walked down the street to the village school. Those of us who worked yesterday afternoon showed them the classrooms and each doctor chose one and was assigned an interpreter.
I continued to be the triage nurse and check blood pressures and give out John 3:16 and gospels of John. The crowds outside the school were unbelievable!
They have been waiting for several hours to see us. I did a few ear irrigations. Today, my interpreter was named Tony who is from Belgium. He is teaching 12 and 13 year old children how to teach school. I was shocked when he told me 70% of the people cannot read.
Everyone has intestinal parasites(worms) so the pharmacy people set up a Piperazine table under the tree, so each patient gets a tablespoon of sweet red “Pip” (for short) before leaving. The pharmacy was incredibly organized with Spanish stick on labels they placed on little zip lock bags with the tablets inside. Ella, a pharmacy technician runs it. She is married to an anesthesiologist who is with Dr Pete doing surgeries in another town in Honduras. This is her sixth time coming to Honduras. On her first trip, she saw the need to become a pharmacy technician, so she went back to school to learn how to do it.
We saw about 200 people today in the clinic and are exhausted. After supper by lantern light and evening devotions, we each quickly fell into bed.
Today I was on my own at the triage table because we were short an interpreter. The doctors decided it wasn’t that helpful for me to gather chief complaint, so I checked each patient’s blood pressure and then told them John 3:16 in Spanish. Quite a few of them said they were Christians. Too bad I only have 10 of my 400 gospels of John since my suitcase is still lost. Amazingly, one lady told me I was beautiful and wanted to hang my picture in her living room. She then invited me to her home for dinner. I felt so honored that she chose to invite me to her home which I enjoyed with one of the interpreters. I wrote down her address and will write to her when I return home.
I had fun with Gladys, our beautiful friendly Honduran girl who brought the team water and tried to teach me Spanish. I pointed to an object and said “Que?” (what?) and she would tell me the Spanish word. I repeated it several times and she laughed until I said it correctly!
I was feeling a little bit useless this morning because it doesn’t seem like I’m able to do much except check blood pressures. Dr. E. had devotions this morning on Philippians 2 and shared how we are called to serve like Christ even though it is exhausting and repetitious. It was convicting and really helped my attitude.
Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus…But made Himself of no reputation, and took upon Himself the form of a servant…
Philippians 2:5, 7
At dinner, we reviewed the day and some of the patients we saw. One 25 year old man had had a stroke and was paralyzed, so his family dragged him here to see what we could do to help. Sadly, we could do nothing. Wheelchairs are totally useless here on mud roads with no sidewalks. Another baby had a cleft palate, so we are trying to get the baby to the surgical team to see if they can repair it. There were some with respiratory infections we could treat with antibiotics, and many gynecologic infections they were able to treat. Since the life expectancy is only 40-50 years old, we really didn’t see chronic diseases like high blood pressure or diabetes. There is no obesity here because the people walk everywhere. Their main food staples are rice, corn, beans, and chicken.
Tonight after dinner, the village people put on a cultural program in the town hall for us to show their appreciation which was enjoyed by all. They thanked us for coming to their humble town to help them. The young people did traditional Honduran dances, somewhat like American square dancing. Then a man did a couple pantomimes that were hilarious! One was about chewing gum, and the other was about how to take a bath in Honduras. Then they did a skit about going to the doctor. It was enlightening to see their interpretation of the medical profession.
I was definitely out of my comfort zone the entire time I was in Honduras. It was a huge culture shock to me to see the poverty. It was so exhausting to be bombarded by new sights and the sounds of a foreign language all day long. It was also challenging having limited water, electricity, and toilet facilities. It was sad and frustrating that we could do so little to treat some of their medical needs. But hopefully we conveyed the love of Christ in trying to help them and point them to Him so they could have an eternal personal relationship with Him. Next post I will tell how the trip concluded and our harrowing journey to leave the country.