Heart Beginning's

"My daughter, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways." Proverbs 23:26

"The plan of beginning outside and trying to work inward has always failed and always will fail. God's plan with you is to begin at the seat of all dificulties, the heart, and then from out of the heart will issue the principleso f righteousness; the reformation will be outward as well as inward." EGW

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Ice House Canyon

HIKING ICE HOUSE CANYON AND TIMBER MOUNTAIN
9 MILES ROUND TRIP
ADVENT HOPE CHURCH CREW!

At Ice House Saddle...after gaining a couple thousand feet in elevation. Anybody else sore?

A steep climb up...calls for a dip in the river!


Brrr...defiantly coming from snow-melt!

On the way up they were all awake...them being the lady bugs that have turned this tree red....they were in our hair, our clothes, and up your nose! On they way down we were glad to see they had all picked the same tree to fall asleep! Shhh...don't you dare wake them up!

Top of Timber Mt. the crew thinned out a bit...but the view was defiantly worth the extra mile!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Sister Time

Ahh....the joys of Mt.Bbiking California's deserts can only be enjoyed with a good biking buddy!

Chaco with his momma...his favorite past time is Mt. Biking as well...or at least we enjoy the fact that it's the only thing that gets all his puppy energy out!
Sage brush in bloom...you couldn't get a better back drop :)

A perfect day with a perfect ending at the river that winds through the desert. Chaco especially enjoyed the cool off!

Friday, May 1, 2009

Home Sweet Home

The First week in May found me in WA for Alumni weekend, the fields are alive with vibrant greens, violets, and yellows...nothing beats the good ole' northwest!
Mom and I took walks every mornings enjoying the cool morning air and the antics of our dogs, Faith and Ginger.

Monday, March 30, 2009

The Quest for Joshua Trees and Boulders

Saturdays outings are always a great way to get to know new people. This last Saturday I piled into a care with some newly found friends from the church we go to here, Advent Hope. This saturday adventure found us headed towards the desert...Joshua Tree National Park to be exact. It was a beautiful sun-shiny day with a little bit of a breeze. Soon it felt like we'd known one another for ages...funny how hiking in the desert can do that to you. We hiked up to an old abandoned Gold Mine and then headed back down to do some bouldering. There we couldn't resist playing with the shadows on the rocks and proving our ability to be conquers of the boulders. We ended the day sitting on the pavement and on some gallon buckets singing and basking in the glory of Gods creations.



Claudio and Elizabeth posing with the Joshua Trees





Anybody want a warm BP+J?



Elizabeth climbin' high

Larysa and I finding shade in the Joshua Trees

Saturday, March 14, 2009

African Safari

Okay let's be realistic, it was an African Safari in San Diego but we still had a wonderful time. Mom and Dad came down to visit at the end of January for a good friends wedding and in the mean time we headed off to the Wild Animal Park. It was a little cool for Africa but we managed to stay warm walking the paths that connected all the different animal exhibits together. We spent time having competitions with the giraffes and just a general time enjoying being together. At the end of the day we headed off to see where daddy had grown up in Ramona CA...a picture of his childhood home is below!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Bikin' n' Campin'

Brrrr...never thought I'd end up camping in January...but it's possible in California. While WA is burried in 2 feet of snow, we're campin'. Mind you it's cold...but still it's camping :) God has brought some great outdoorsy (is that a word) people into our lives...and as an added bonus they only live a block away! Tristan and Jessica Stone are alway's up for an outdoor adventure and this one was a 9 mile mountain biking trail close to Mt. San Jacinto. Tristan is in Kyle's dental class and Jessica teaches PE at Loma Linda Elementary their only child is their dog Oreo who's 11 months old...him and Chaco are wrestling, playing, and mt biking buddies! This weekend found us setting up camp Friday night, trying to keep the dogs happy tied to trees, cuddling up close to the fire, and trying to figure out how to serve the potatoe soup with only teaspoons! Why do you always forget something camping...I've got to make a list!

Saturday morning dawned sunny and cold, we took off on our bike with snacks for the morning ride. The single track trail starts out with a lot of uphill and some technical rocky pathes. Then you hit one flat field area, a couple more killer uphills and then it's down hill bolder dodgin' fun from there on out! Riding with two dogs can set up for some interesting times...such as if you get to close to Chaco you'll get a mouth full of sand from his little claws. Oreo will just plain cut you off and send you flying...but they both are learning and run most of the 9 miles with the boys! At the end of the trip, Kyle was carrying Chaco in one arm and steering his bike with the other after we hit the pavement...his little paws just wouldn't go anymore. But he recovers quickly and is soon chewing on either your biking shoes, Oreo, or any available stick!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Whiteout on Mt. San Jacinto

Presidents day dawned raining and foggy but our enthusiasm wasn't dampened. It just meant more snow on the peaks! Little did we know it meant snow and wind. Loaded up with our snowshoes and base layers we drove to Palm Springs...how backwards does that sound? Since there's probably never been snow in Palm Springs before :) Fortunately within 10 minutes we were in a complete whiteout surrounded by whipping snow...the tram ride straight up the jagged mountain peaks fixed our "no where to snowshoe in Cali problem". We exited the lodge heads down and noses buried in our coats. The snow pelted our faces stinging you noes causing you to burrow in deeper and almost run into the person in front of you. They said after we got down into the valley the wind would be better and then we could head off into the woods and begin our snowshoe exploration! (The Peak of Mt. San Jacinto is at 10,800 feet) But you must remember we just left Palm Springs and it's still very apparent as we are surrounded by Hispanics and Caucasians wearing only jeans, sweatshirts, rain boots, cotton gloves and ponchos...it becomes obvious that most of them have never been in snow before. We checked in at the Ranger Station and received a permit for snowshoeing into the back country. The wind had slowed a bit, but the snow was still falling they were expecting a good foot of snow that day. We hiked under the snow laden trees following the rapidly fading tracks of those who have gone before us...we weren't going to be able to stay out long until our tracks were covered as well so we found a big bolder burrowed out the snow under the cliff hanging edge and settled in for a quick lunch of burgers and sun chips mixed with snow. Have you ever tried eating sun chips with Mittened Gloves...don't! Just crush and pour! After only a couple hours of hiking our tracks were almost completely gone but enough was left to get us back to the station from there we stayed nearby but found boulders to jump off of into the snow. Maybe we'll end up on Warren Miller next year :)

Friday, October 31, 2008

A Thought from a Quiet Friday Evening

It's incredible to me how the lesson's in life don't end, I thougt that they might get easier upon returning from Africa...but basically you're just in a more comfortable place to experience this time of learning. I am thankfull to God for this time, but that doesn't alway's mean it's easy!

After returning home from Africa I felt this numbness spiritually but I find that often when you are hurting from something in your life is when God can finally seep in through the cracks. Even when you've been trying to make it work all along.

I suppose what He is teaching me now and now that I think about it the whole time in Africa is that IT (meaning everything) is IMPOSSIBLE WITHOUT CHRIST! For so long like I said I've felt numb, and recently I have felt this desire to become a better person, to have my life filled with ministry, to start up a minisitry to the homeless, to be a blessing to all those around me, to change...and it finally caught up to me tonight...I was feeling like I was failing! Tonight I listened to a sermon (from the His Robe or Mine book) and felt an answer from God. None of those things are going to make me a better person, those things are working from the outside of my life which is completely backwards from the way it should be, Christ wants to work from the inside out. From my heart out. I loved a thought that Frank Phillips shared...Christ doesn't work on an improved you...when He has your heart He transforms you into a new creature. Oh how badly I want that, but I think that Satan often gets us off track so easy...we see the outside of the end result and try to work towards it and end up getting it all backwards. Mom reminded me tonight of an experience that I had in Africa and of something that I had told her. It was after two babies had died and I was feeling helpless..."If God needs to use me to save someone He will" in this I must trust. It is Chrsit who does the saving not me!

Let me share with you one of my mother and I's favortie quotes that we often quote to eachother.

Isaiah 30:15
"For thus saith the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel; In returning and rest shall ye be saved: in quietness and in confidence shal be your strength:..."

Bon Sabbat

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Loma Linda: A cold trip backpacking!

So my main suggestion would be not to camp at 9200 ft. in the month of October with a 4mth old puppy and no fires. Brrrr! Yes, it really was as cold as my toes told me it was...the Ranger's confirmed it on the way out; "Did you guys get the 3 inches of snow expected?" Cali isn't as warm as it used to be :) It's been awhile since I've posted anything...so a quick update...I've moved to Loma Linda I'm living with Rachel and Kyle, we now own a puppy named Chaco...who has become the crazy wildness in our life! You can be sure you'll here more about him later. I'm working on an MICU floor and on another learning curve...but God has blessed with wonderful peope to work with!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Home


Snow capped mountain peaks poked up through the clouds as Kevin and I flew across the cascades. We were in route from Paris to Seattle, in route home. It was May 12; the day that I had dreamed about for 9 months. Was this day really happening to me?

The last three weeks had been filled with so many changes that I felt almost in recovery mode as I sat on the plush seats of the jet, using scented warm washcloth’s, and eating off my own plate. I found it hard not to stare at all the white people that surrounded me. After speaking to the stewardess on the Air France flight in French…I decided that I had not learned French I had learned African French. It was hard not to respond to their question’s that they ask in French because I understand what they are saying, but when I respond they grimace and look extremely confused. Oh well…I’ll just mark it down as another humbling experience 

Kevin and I had left Ndjamena on the evening of the 11th after returning from a 3 day trip to Zakouma National Park. We had flown up there with Wendy, Gary and their two children Kaleb and Cherice. We slept in little thatch bungalows, with hot water and flushing toilets. At night we could here the lions roaring in the distance, one night around midnight I heard noises outside our window. I got up and opened the door to find two dark forms of elephants on the lawn outside our bungalow…having a grassy midnight snack. We saw the Giraffes that I had always dreamed of seeing, many Elephants, different African deer, Warthogs, Ostrich’s, Lions, Water Buffalo, Storks, Monkeys and Baboons. Within the first couple hours of being at the park Kevin and Gary managed to get charged by a momma Lion, we’re thankful that they are still with us ;)

Leaving Béré was hard and filled with many tearful goodbyes, but I was at the point were I had to get away…I wasn’t sure how much more I could handle, especially since for the last week we had been without a doctor. Maybe it was because I could see the end in sight. Even though I was dying to get home, it was still hard to leave. Before leaving I had a party with my family. We all crowded in my empty hut, a couple evenings before I left, there I’d set up a slideshow of the year on my computer with the up-beat music that they love. Kevin had also made a treat of cherry and orange jello for them to try. They would get so excited when one of their faces would appear on the screen, laughing and pointing. Kevin and I got more laughs out of watching their faces as they tried the slippery jello that we spooned onto two big plates for them to eat. Then I handed out all the stuff from my hut and clothes for the girls.

A couple mornings later we ate our last breakfast of beullile in Africa. I hugged the girls goodbye as they left for school, they ran out the gate crying and Howaa ran behind the grass fence that surrounds the cooking area sobbing. I went back there with her and we held each other. I never thought that I would become so close to my family, and now here I am leaving a part of my heart in Africa. Dorcus did not understand what was happening as I hugged her goodbye and walked out the gate…Howaa says she will when I don’t come home. How blessed I am to be so loved by a family in Africa and in America…to be brought into their home, into their lives, to become one of them, to work, sleep, and eat along side them. It is an experience and a love that I shall never forget.

We boarded the little puddle jumper of a plane from Seattle to Spokane…I was getting giddy, unable to keep from smiling. This is it…Rachel, Mom and Dad were only 45 minutes away. The planes wheels touched Washington ground and we walked down the stairs and into the crisp 60˚air…from 115˚ it’s a big change. Once inside the airport, I ran through the gate into the arms of my family. Finally I was home! Mrs. Ekvall, Vanessa, and Kevin’s Grandpa and Grandma were also at the airport to welcome us home. Upon arriving home mom had set up a feast of Tamales, refried beans, chips, and salsa. It was beautiful…I wanted to take a picture.

Re-adjustment has not been too bad. I was slightly overwhelmed by the vast array of color’s in Target, a little nervous about driving for the first time in 9 months (especially merging on the high-way), and tried to find the matches to light our stove for cooking. I called Howaa and Pierre a couple days ago and hope to keep in contact with them.

I want to thank you all for you prayers, support, and encouraging e-mail’s/cards/packages, I can’t imagine what this year would’ve been like without knowing that you all were rooting for me. May God bless you abundantly for all that you have done.

Love and Prayers,
Liz

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Sand, Urinary Stones and Babies

5-3-08

The wind whips up whirlwinds of sand that pelt your face and find you waking up in the morning covered in sand. Mmmm, gotta embrace the grit, mixed with sweat it makes for quite the natural skin exfoliate! That Friday morning found me in just that situation. It had been a windy night, the rooster crowed and I pulled my head from out of under the sheet shaking the sand from it and looked over to see Kevin still sound asleep under the eave of his hut. A few stars still twinkled in the sky, but in Africa as soon as 5:30 am hits, you have no choice but to awake with the goats and chickens or otherwise you take the risk of getting trampled. Sleeping outside on your grass mat has its positive and negative sides!

Kev and I joined Pierre, Brennon, and Washike for a beullile sharing session at breakfast. Kev's new favorite food is the beignets that Howaa makes every morning which we tear up in our beullile. She's determined to have him fattened up before he leaves!

I locked up my hut and lived my dream of walking down the sandy path to the hospital with Kev. It was the start of a beautiful day which was just about ready to get insane. You see we are once again without a doctor. The hospital administrator was gone, and the African surgeon who sometimes does surgeries here at the hospital (Dr. Ongram) was in Kelo. I had just finished doing all the dressing changes on patients, starting a urinary catheter on a lady with a vagina fistula who'd pulled her last one out during the night, and doing rounds with the head nurse Jacob, when the chaos began.

We called Samedi (the janitor turned surgeon) in for a hernia on an old Arab lady. He approached me on the floor and asked if I could assist. I told him I could, but the other nurse would be leaving at 1:00PM so I needed to be back on the floor before that. So in we went. Hans was circulating and giving IV meds, I did the spinal anesthesia, scrubbed and soon we had one patient done. With another lined up, a Dilation and Curettage (D & C), on a mother who had her baby 1 month ago and had been bleeding ever since. After doing the spinal on her, we found that her uterus was full of fluid. Samedi called an end to this D & C and said we'd have to wait for a Doctor. By this time sweat had soaked all of our scrubs. It was running from under our hats and down into our eyes and filling our mouths with its salty taste. We thought we were done, but that's when a nurse popped his head in the door and told us he thought there was a possible C-section sitting outside. A quick examination showed almost 48 hours of labor and presentation of the baby mouth first, yep she was headed into the OR. In between starting a catheter on her along with antibiotics a little boy arrived who a week ago had an operation performed on him to remove a urinary calculi (stone) and now he lay here on the stretcher pee squirting out of his incision right above his pelvis bone. I started a catheter on him. We were all out of pediatric urinary catheters so I had to use a 12fr on him. We then transferred him to a mat outside to wait until after the C-section for further evaluation.

We were running low on help, so Kev came in to take the baby. I did the 3rd spinal for the day (thanks to the teaching of Dr. Bond) and soon we had out the baby with the biggest head and lips I'd ever seen. After having his head compressed on the pelvic bone for such a long time his whole head had become edematous. I did a quick suction, Samedi cut the cord and I handed him to Kev. Shouting out instruction's for resuscitation. Kev was doing compressions with the help of Hans bagging and suctioning, but still no cry. I un-scrubbed and joined in the efforts. Soon he took a gasping breath and a faint heart rate could be heard. I began suctioning with the mouth suction piece removing a couple ml. of phlegm from his throat. After about 10 minutes we finally had a cry. I re-scrubbed and rejoined Samedi who had already sewed up the uterus. I finished by sewing up the skin and soon we had her transferred to the floor. Yes to the floor, it was 3:00 PM time for change of shift and the nurse who had been working with me had left early and left all the 1:00 PM meds un-done. Frustration central. I finally headed home with Kev at 4:00 PM and upon arrival at my courtyard collapsed on one of the mats. We lay there talking about Africa, its frustration's and its beauty and starring up at the vast clear blue sky above us.

That evening found us at the hospital house singing to bring in the Sabbath. We headed to bed at 9:00 PM laying our grass mats once again out on the sand. At 3:00 AM pounding awoke me on the locked tin door of our courtyard and to the question, "Is Liz here". It was the guard from the hospital. The nurse at the hospital wanted me to come, there was a four year old boy with urinary retention and he was at a lost of what to do. I donned by scrubs and walked down the dark path to the hospital. Half-way there I could here the scream's of the little boy. A urinary stone had made it's way all the way to the tip of his penis where it was stuck. I tired pushing it out with tweezers, and pushing it back in hoping to be able to relieve his urinary retention with a Pediatric Naso-gastric tube (the smallest size of urinary catheters left was 18fr). Nothing budged. I worked for about a half an hour with him and that's when a very large momma arrived in labor, making for two momma's in labor. I joined the night nurse in the delivery room just as baby #1 made its entrance into the world. He wasn't breathing so I began resuscitation as the other nurse changed gloves and delivered the next baby whose head was already cresting. Finally the baby I was working on let out a loud cry as baby #2 also let out a cry to let the world know she'd arrived. Two new lives squawked out their protest as we stood on the cement floor covered in fluid and blood. Now back to the little boy!

I was looking over books on anatomy in James office trying to see if the urethra narrows and if it was possible for the stone to come out, when a sleepy Kev arrived at the hospital. We agreed that if it had made it that far it had to be able to come out the rest of the way. After another ½ hour of screaming and kicking I sent the guard to get Samedi. Samedi arrived we immediately gave an IM dose of Ketamine and he began to work with the tweezers. Soon a little piece of the stone broke off allowing us to pull it out with a sigh of relief. I inserted the pediatric NG tube into his bladder and taped it to his leg since there's no balloon to blow up in the bladder.

Kev and I walked back to the hospital house it was an early 5:00 AM Sabbath morning. The sky was beginning to brighten as we fell asleep on cots at the hospital house.

Two days left of work here at Béré Adventist hospital, is it possible? Is it possible that next week I will be sitting down on a plane next to Kev, and then set foot on American soil, hug my parents, eat homemade tamales, sleep in a bed with lots of blankets, and to talk to my sister till late in the night. But as these next days go by I ask that you will remember the hospital in prayer. Satan has quite a battle-field set up here. Without a doctor and a hospital administrator he even takes more advantage of those who come here for help. Pray for wisdom; pray that we will remember to depend on Him, the great physician, and not ourselves.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Pastries and Sensory Overload

Date: 4-15-08

Today I realized for the first time to what extent I've forgotten about the civilized culture. Esther, Hans, and I are up here in Ndjamena, waiting for Kevin's plane to land. Last night we went to Anne and Richards because they are up here too and they gave us a gift to go to a pastry restaurant this morning for breakfast. The truck driver picked us up at 9:30 and we bumped along the back roads littered with trash and Arab women selling vegetables. Soon we reached the paved street. Vendor's lined the sides, little girls trying to sell you peanuts, moto's whizzing by you, open sewer, and men sticking watches and cards in front of you. All of these things now so normal to me. Then we opened the door to the pastry shop none of us were prepared for the effect it would have on us.

It was like stepping into a little America. It was clean with air-conditioning, little black tables and chair's, glass show cases with an array of pastries displayed, and more white people all in one place than I've seen combined in the last 8 months. We were seated at a table and a waiter came to take our orders. We had invited the driver Levi to come in with us. For some reason his presence was very reassuring. As the waiter brought us fresh pressed juice on a tray with straws and ice, Esther's eyes started to look on the verge of tears. Finally I understood why the African's stared at us so much. I was having a hard time not staring myself. We sat in silence overwhelmed by absolutely everything. I suppose that I've never really stopped to think about how living in a hut has changed me until I'm in a situation that brings out everything that Africa has changed. Can it really even be put into words? I haven't forgotten what it's like to live at home in the USA, in fact many a day I've daydreamed about it. But why now,when given the opportunity to experience a little bit of those dreams all we wanted to do was leave. Was it sensory overload, or was it the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about how Howaa would react in being in a place like this?

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

"Hallas Fame, Hallas"

Date: 4-1-08

She lay as stiff as a board, toes pointed straight, jaw locked, and stomach muscles tightened. Her eyes blinked with fear as Tetanus took over her little 4 year old body. Her Arab father lifted her from their mat outside and carried her into the pediatric ward where I could start her IV perfusion. As he picked her up not a single limb moved on her body, he could've held her only at her stomach and she would have stayed completely stiff.

Esther and I were giving round the clock medication to her because Dr. Bond didn't trust the nurses to give the correct dosages of the medication he was prescribing. Tonight was my shift on the midnight dose. I pushed the diazepam, Peni. G and gave her an IM injection. "Hallas, Fame, Hallas". I whispered in the darkness of the ward "It's finished, Fame, it's finished". Her whimpers quieted and I patted her rock hard stomach and smoothed her little Arab dress. After 5 days of treatment her feet had started to relax a little bit and this evening her mother had stuck a little pair of Arab shoes on her feet.

The next morning at 6 O'clock I arrived for the next dose but this time armed with just more than medication. Her little brother stood by her bed and a smile broke across his face as I pulled out two balloon's one for him and one for his sister. Soon shouts of gleeful laughter echoed through the ward as he chased the bouncing balloon. Fame held onto her balloon with a little fist that had finally loosened up and looked up at me with wide eyes. Would she ever be able to walk again? Would she ever live a normal life? I suppose that's why I yearn for God to come more than I ever have before.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Ketchup Craving

Tonight the Ketchup craving hit the SMs. Esther walked in and sat down next to me, looking at the little bottles of Ketchup that someone had sent Hans. "Those look so good. If I opened a can of hot dogs would you eat them with me?" I looked at her and smiled that's all she needed and she was up to find the recently sent can of Big Franks. Yes, there was rejoicing at the SM house tonight as Esther, Hans, and I sat around of bowl of ketchup and a can of Big Franks.

The funny thing is that this isn't the first time. I wonder if there is some ingredient in Ketchup that we don't get here in Africa. A month ago I came in from work and upon seeing the bottle of Ketchup sitting on the table I just knew I had to have some or else I might go crazy. I searched the house for anything I could have it with. Nothing. That's when it hit me. The chicken coup. I headed out there still in scrubs and with my stethoscope around my neck praying that an egg, just one egg would be there. Nope. Just my luck,just chicken's..and fried chicken wasn't an option. Coming back I almost gave up and then it hit me. Patties. So just for ketchup I made up a whole batch of patties. Mmmmm boy was that ketchup amazing!

Is anybody a little bit warm??

Date: 3-18-08

It was 9:00 at night and I did a double take at the thermometer. Did it really say 95 degrees. Is it possible to find sleep in this temperature?? I looked down at my hands. They were glistening with sweat. Stan and I immediately decided to go wet down our shirts.

I sit in a chair doing consultations across from me an African man has beads of sweat all over his nose. Drip, drip, drip and it's not a runny nose or fever.

I pulled the grass mat out of my hut, put it under the little mango tree, under a full moon, and laid down with my pillow. I had to fall asleep out here it was too hot in there!!! But with a full moon you get one thing and one thing only: a neighborhood party who turned on the lights. For them it's like having electricity all night! And of course my family would have to choose this night to begin pounding rice and having a family meeting.

When you can take off you underclothing and wring them out with sweat..IT'S TOO HOT!!!!

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Stan, are you okay??

Date: 3-12-08

Let me bring you up to date. On the 23rd of February I ran across a dusty field with tears in my eyes and met Stan Wheeler outside of the church here in Béré. It was like having part of my family here. Stan is here fixing everything planes, generators, screens, hospital beds, gate locks, etc. You name he can fix it! In between the fix it job's he's visited my hut and had some boulle and spit sauce, Mmmm ;)

Today the 12th of March the 4 of us SM's, Stan, and Andre (the hospital administrator) took off on an exploration of Africa. All of us Nasarah's (Nangere' for white person) climbed in the back of the truck to get the most of the trip. We were going to Andre's village 200 km away, Lere'. Supposedly we we're going to see elephant's, waterfalls, and live with his family for the weekend. We bounced along, wind blowing our hair every which way, and praying that the driver would get us to Lere' in one piece ;) Finally we stopped to have the oil-filter changed. Stan climbed out of the back of the truck and found a place to sit down leaning his head back up against the wall of a tailor's shop. School had just let out and droves of children flocked to the shops to stand and stare. Stan finally looked at me and said, "Maybe I should start that Cipro. My throat is just getting worse." He'd had a sore throat for the last 3 days but just thought it was all the dust and smoke.

We moved things around and he climbed inside to try and get some rest. We climbed in the back and we're off again. He appeared immediately to have fallen asleep. About ½ hour later the truck slowed to a stop and I saw Noelle the pastor sitting next to Stan making some motions. Esther and I climbed out and got in next to Stan, he couldn't move his hands, legs, or head. The first thing I thought was Heat Stroke. We starting pouring water into his mouth, soaking his shirt, head and fanning him. Finally he started to come to a bit, enough to start eating something. Maybe his blood sugar was low. We tried giving him some fruit leather but he couldn't chew it. Thankfully Wendy had sent some Pumpkin Bread along that he was able to get down. The truck was beginning to overheat so we had to keep going. I climbed inside with Stan continuing to feed him, fan him, and keep the water going down. We arrived in Lere' about 45 minute's later stopping at the pastor's house there. We moved Stan to a carpet in their courtyard where he started to feel worse even with all the food and water we'd got down him. Yep, it was time to call Gary.

About 30 minutes later we were back in the truck on the way to the local hospital to get some Serum Glucose, Ringer's and an IV Catheter before meeting Gary at the airstrip that was only 7km away. We spread a mat out next to the airstrip and there with Hans squeezing Stan's arm and using the alcohol wipes from his first Aid Kit I started an IV and a Serum Glucose perfusion. Natives began to accumulate in a large group around us and heads tipped upward as the airplane emerged through the dusty clouds above us.

Holding Stan's perfusion in one hand and my backpack in the other we climbed into the back of the plane and took off without barely a chance to wave goodbye. We had 45 minutes till sundown and we were pushing it to be able to land back in Béré before sundown. Stan collapsed inside the plane head against the window, arms flopped to the side. I hung his perfusion from the seat belt holder near the roof and doused him again with water. My stomach was a little tipsy but I'd never thrown up in a plane before. But about 10 minutes from landing everything that had gone down that day came right back up.

Wendy met us at the airstrip, on the four-wheeler, shining light's so that Gary would know where to land. Gary went and got a truck from Anne and Rich's and soon we were on our way to the hospital.

We helped Stan into the ER room and immediately did a Glycemia test which was 116 and took his Blood Pressure, everything was normal. Gary suggested doing a sputum test. The hospital was abuzz since Dr. Bond was finishing off his 5th surgery for the day so we helped Stan over to the hospital house and to the shower where he could get cleaned up and cooled off. Finally we had him in bed where he fell exhausted. I put up his mosquito net for him and then went back over to check on his test. It was positive for Strep. The Cipro he'd starting taking that morning should take care of that. After talking with Gary we decided that he'd probably experienced Heat Stroke, and the Step had just hit hard core. The next morning he looked much better, and is now up getting around and eating good. Still it was quite a scare and we're thankful that he's healthy again.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Lapia

Friday, February 29, 2008

Ants!

Friday, February 22, 2008

Inside My Hut

Here is a look inside Liz's tidy living quarters. I'm sure you will be impressed to see how she's turned a hut into a home...