Now, even more seems new and different and unfamiliar, God is still faithful, and there are so many people who support and encourage me. I am more established at the hospital and am an elected member of the hospital management committee. Different responsibilities pile up like continuing nursing education, implementing policies, making the nursing schedule, helping coordinate short term nurses, and being oddly involved in a lot of biomed/technology stuff on top of working in the hospital and teaching in the nursing school. This presents new challenges and the now familiar feelings of grateful, humble, inadequacy on a nearly daily basis. My mantra stays the same.
I like posting about little moments that attempt to give a glimpse into life in Mango. A lot of these Moments stand out to me because they don't fit into one category. Maybe it's not just sad, but it's hopeful too; not just funny, but also poignant. Sometimes, cultural differences hit me like a slap in the face. But in everything, there are moments of seeing God's faithfulness and goodness in a broken world.
-There was a little boy in the hospital who was incredibly malnourished. He would just lie in bed all day and had multiple wounds. Keeping him clean was really difficult, and he was so weak. One day, I sat on his bed, blew up a glove into a balloon, and drew a face on it. I handed it to him, and I saw him smile for the first time. He died later that week.
-A man with a bad leg fracture requiring 7 weeks of traction came to know Christ in the hospital through interactions with our chaplains and watching the Jesus film and other media. While teaching the nursing school on getting a subjective patient history, we sent some of our students to talk to different patients and ask them questions. The students who talked to this young man were struck by his joy despite his tough situation and noted how he had put his faith in Jesus.
- I was assigned to one of my cancer patients nearly every shift. Her nursing care was very involved and took a lot of time. I spent a lot of time in her room with her family and grew to love them- especially her adorable baby sister who would toddle into my arms. One day, I was finishing up all of my tasks and started to walk away, but my patient reached up and grabbed me by the pocket so that I couldn't leave. Her mama thought it was hilarious, but I was so glad that I had a little time to sit on her bed and spend a little more time with her.
-A different cancer patient told me how much she liked school and how sad she was that she'd be missing school for her chemo treatments. Her sweet dad told me that she was going to study and grow up to be a nurse- just like me. Both of these girls have passed away.
-A patient came in completely comatose with very unstable vital signs. Without the ability to get a CT scan or MRI, we have very limited ability to know a real diagnosis or prognosis. An hour or two later, the patient started moving his right side, but was completely flaccid on the left. A while later, I was with some of my students and we talked about the possibility of a stroke vs. other diagnoses. As we were in the room, the patient moved his left leg for the first time and then his left arm. Then he tried to sit up. It felt like we were witnessing a miracle.
-I co-taught the physical assessment course at the nursing school. We introduced the different techniques at the beginning to introduce them to the concepts. To have them practice, we started percussing (tapping on the body in different places as part of the assessment) on their schoolbooks. We then moved to practicing on other students. We walked around correcting technique, but I had to stifle laughter as I witnessed one student intently, rapidly, repeatedly, and forcefully percussing the abdomen of his poor fellow student who probably had no idea that he would be experiencing that particular woodpecker effect when he walked into class that day.
-I talked to one of my Togolese colleagues about some hard topics (leadership positions don't always garner friends y'all...). At the end of a tough, but open and honest conversation, I thanked him and concluded by saying that I hoped he knew how much I cared about all of the nurses. He smiled and said, "yes, we know that very well."
-I say something to one my patients in their tribal language, and he started giggling and clapping.
-A patient comes in after an accident that resulted in his foot being cut off. He's prepping to go to surgery, and I see his family bringing him what looks like a sack of food. I motion for him to stop because the patient can't eat before going to surgery. He hands me the bag, and I realize it is not, in fact, food, but I am holding in my hands the severed foot.
-Remember my twin that I posted about in 2019? She's almost 3 and loves to sing. Remember my coloring party cancer friends from 2020? They're both doing really well and still come to their appointments together.
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| My twin H |
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| Another healthy appointment! |
-We spent a week of nursing school in January practicing dressing changes on Mr. Cucumber and Mrs. Papaya (pictured below)
Thanks for reading and for praying. I really appreciate when I get messages from people back home who are faithfully praying.
Finally, if you are a healthcare worker, we are anticipating a shortage of both medical providers and nurses this year. Let me know if you are interested in learning more about serving in Togo. I gotta say, it may be hot, but it's a pretty great place to be.
In Him,
Caroline
