Monday, January 21, 2013

Danli brigade

Brigades....what a way to serve, and what a way to mess with my mind. Case in point, this lovely 21 year old woman that was a diabetic patient dealing with fungus and other ailments (mostly related to her diabetes.) Long story short mom was not able to afford private care, and public care only allowed her treatment when she was hospitalized (like two months ago when her sugar was 400) and normally every six months. We took her sugar, and you see the 479 result. I told her to smile while we captured the moment of her winning the highest sugar of the day award. She smiled, knowing all too well that this was an award she did not want to win.
And btw....we asked mom about familial history. Her parents, both diabetics. Herself? Well, the public hospital won’t test without symptoms, and she is asymptomatic. So we tested her. 279. One more diabetic in her family.

I did not get a picture of the little girl whose arm was not pointing the right way. Arm the hospital. No x-rays or exam, just put on a cast. After cast comes off....whoops! Now told will have to wait until after puberty to fix, another 10 years or so, give or take. No picture because I was too angry....angry at the situation, the hospital, and our inability to fix the problem.
We may not be able to fix the problems sometimes. The medicines we have may be, as I referenced in one young man’s prayer “be like firing a squirt gun while storming the gates of hell” but we are not trusting in those medicines, but rather in He who has control over it all.  On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other medicine is sinking sand....if you catch my drift. 
A larger city for today’s brigade, but some people walked quite a way, some seemed just as economically challenged, and as always people that need to see and hear God’s love in action...both the patients as well as those sent to help them.
Other sights today:
Doing brigades in a school (the building where the Church meets would have been much too small for the brigade) always offers learning opportunities. There are no Spanish words that start with the letter W...unless you count imported words.
When you see a military checkpoint with a mounted M16 and smiling soldiers, in Honduras you just smile and wave back and just keep driving. If it were not for the group in the vehicle, I would not have known that this is apparently a photo worthy experience. Go figure.


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