Monday, June 21, 2010
Prayers needed
Hi Everyone,
I am once again in Haiti. We are working on 3 major cases. I need all the prayers we can get. I have all of the documentation we however still do not have passports.
1. Widlove Gedeon eye and ortho surgery
2. Adriana Victor heart surgery 6months old only weighs 7 pounds getting worse
3. Marck Jonais eye surgery 6 weeks old and in need of eye surgery within the next 10 days to save his sight, or he will be blind for life , then heart surgery later.
I feel like I am playing beat the clock here. As soon as we get the passports visas will be issued. Then we will have to purchase last minute air fare (costly need prayers and donations to cover that) I will fly with the children to the US.
I have to tell you all what A Great Husband I have. We have a wedding this weekend, that is important for me to be at. He told me to stay and wait to get the babies out. God love him. He is a saint for putting up with me. I hope my niece understands if I have to miss her wedding. Love to all. With God all things are possible V
I tried to upload photos but will not let me will try again tonight. love V
I am once again in Haiti. We are working on 3 major cases. I need all the prayers we can get. I have all of the documentation we however still do not have passports.
1. Widlove Gedeon eye and ortho surgery
2. Adriana Victor heart surgery 6months old only weighs 7 pounds getting worse
3. Marck Jonais eye surgery 6 weeks old and in need of eye surgery within the next 10 days to save his sight, or he will be blind for life , then heart surgery later.
I feel like I am playing beat the clock here. As soon as we get the passports visas will be issued. Then we will have to purchase last minute air fare (costly need prayers and donations to cover that) I will fly with the children to the US.
I have to tell you all what A Great Husband I have. We have a wedding this weekend, that is important for me to be at. He told me to stay and wait to get the babies out. God love him. He is a saint for putting up with me. I hope my niece understands if I have to miss her wedding. Love to all. With God all things are possible V
I tried to upload photos but will not let me will try again tonight. love V
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Urgent!
Dear Friends,
I have been called by no less than 3 different Missionaries in Haiti about a case that needs our attention ASAP. Marc Dorce is a 35 year old Haitian man, who works with Blessing Hearts International in Haiti.
He was driving a truck full of volunteer missionaries when the brakes went out on the truck he was able to drive the truck into the mountain instead of off it. All 28 people in back survived. Marc was left with the worst injuries however and was able to be operated on by Dr. David Halpern. Dr. Halpern was able to re attach both of Marc’s arms as shown in the photos below. Dr. Halpern has since had to return to work in the United States but is requesting that we find a hospital on Orthopedic team to take over Marc Dorce care. Normally we would go to the hospital Dr. Halpern works at but when the earthquake happened they took in over 100 major medical cases all as charity care. We are seeking another facility that would like to offer this father the best possible care so that he can return to his work in Haiti and take care of his family.
A little bit about Marc and his family. His wife was 6 months pregnant at the time of the accident. However she had a miscarriage. Marc’s 2 year old daughter has caught Malaria and is in another hospital in Haiti. This family needs our love, prayers and help.
Please if you know anyone who can help us with this case please contact Vanessa at 540 580 9721 in the US or in Haiti at 011 5093 488 3499.
Thank you love Momma V
***********Warning- Graphic Pictures Below***********************
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Christopher on the road to recovery
Great News about Christopher. Look below at the email from his host mom. Praise God this child has been thorugh so much. love V
What a difference a week makes! Dr. Garton was THRILLED with Christopher's progress. He has declared the procedure a success! Christopher has exceeded the time line for short term failure, and the long term failure rate at this point is less then 2%. His eyes have improved greatly, he is tracking much better than before, he is getting more and more vocal and smiles a lot! His head circumference has decreased and the soft spot is soft, not hard with fluid like it was before! His appetite is huge, I have put him on baby food and he loves to eat! He is thriving more and more each day!
What a difference a week makes! Dr. Garton was THRILLED with Christopher's progress. He has declared the procedure a success! Christopher has exceeded the time line for short term failure, and the long term failure rate at this point is less then 2%. His eyes have improved greatly, he is tracking much better than before, he is getting more and more vocal and smiles a lot! His head circumference has decreased and the soft spot is soft, not hard with fluid like it was before! His appetite is huge, I have put him on baby food and he loves to eat! He is thriving more and more each day!
Monday, June 7, 2010
A special update about Haiti
You never know where God is leading you, or the lives that will be touched. Dr. Ben Fredrick’s is a long time friend and support of AMH. He and his wife Jen have hosted 3 heart children for us while here for life saving surgery. A few years ago he wanted to go to Haiti to make a difference but he wanted to work in a rural area of Haiti. At the time I took him to the most out of the way Rural area I knew of Pestel. Just getting there is a trip and a half. Sister Fedilis has been working in this area for years and is so sweet. She always tells me of the needs there. One trip and Ben was hooked. Here is an email I just received from Ben. It is thoughts from Dr. Jon Eager who went to Haiti recently with Ben.
There are days I wish I could write like this. He shows you Haiti through his words.
Thanks Dr. Jon
Blessings to all Love Momma V
Dr. Jon Eager
Family Medicine physician serving with Africa Inland Missions (AIM) in rural Tanzania.
6/2010
Thoughts and ramblings on the Haiti trip… and a bit more
As we landed on the single paved runway of the Port au Prince airport in Haiti, a flood of remembrances and similarities to Tanzania struck me all at once. The tropical heat and humidity, the green palm trees and lush surroundings, the mix of modern airplanes and terminals with dilapidated buildings, the organized chaos on the main street next to the airport. A dusty and sometimes muddy street filled with cars of all kinds and age, UN armored vehicles with flack jacketed soldiers and poised M-16’s locked and loaded , people riding on the top of dump trucks, all blowing their horns as they travel along bumper to bumper dodging bicycles and pedestrians. A street with numerous pushy airport porters all vying for a spot behind your luggage cart to push it a couple hundred feet in hopes of earning some money. They seemed desperate to get the chance, in a place where if you don’t push your way to the front/look out for number one/scrap and scrape for the last morsel…… you’ll go without. A place where if you don’t stick your nose out into traffic, you could spend the day going three blocks. A place where there is so much need, so much potential, and such a gap between those who have and those who don’t. So many porters, and not really enough work for all of them, like the vegetable ladies in Tanzania on the side of the road, who sell mountains of one particular thing, right next to five or six others selling exactly the same thing. I wonder how they ever get enough vehicles to stop and buy their produce to help all of them?
I saw a CNN article about a farming co-op idea that uses cell phones to communicate market trends to rural farmers to make them aware of what the prices are in town, so they are not taken advantage of by middle men who rip them off by buying the goods for very low prices in the village and selling them at high prices in town markets. Many years there is a good harvest, plenty of vegetables, plenty of produce, but is the system really set up to help the rural farmer? Or are there multiple layers of economic challenge, corruption, and injustice that contribute to keeping these people in the grips of poverty?
In the streets of Port au Prince, hope seems to be gradually returning for some. The streets are passable, vehicles and people are everywhere, going about their business, selling things in wooden booths with plastic bags for roofs on the side of the road. There are plenty of reminders of the massive earthquake though that hit four months ago, like the piles of rubble pushed and dumped together, completely collapsed buildings sitting in their plots, between ones that were seemingly unaffected. The massive tent camps, dotting the city like a patchwork quilt, with tents of different colors and insignias of various relief organizations. I can’t imagine what life must be like for those in the camps, people who have lost so much, their homes, family members, children, spouses, parents. They may have lost hope as well.
Riding through the streets something strikes me again about people in the Majority World, as I look at these Haitians. I am struck by their amazing resilience in the face of such disaster and discouraging circumstances. A song plays on the radio saying ‘we will rise again’, written about the people of Haiti following the earthquake. The earthquake was devastating, but think about what Haiti has already been through… things like hurricanes, colonial oppression, slavery, foreign invasion, corrupt dictators, political mass murder, and the list goes on. Resilience and perseverance are choices however, because the same struggles seem to also produce a fatalistic apathy that is present as well in the Majority World.
So I guess Majority world is the politically correct term now used to define poorer countries. It makes sense though. What did we used to call them? I’ve heard all kinds of names… the Third World, Underdeveloped countries, Developing countries, Low resource or under resourced countries. Who named them the Third World? Wasn’t it us in the First World, in richer industrialized countries? So we are first and they are last. It gives away our underlying worldview and sometimes subconscious and not so subconscious attitude towards the poor. The rich are first and the poor are last. And the Second World is somewhere in between. Shame on us. Thank God for His Kingdom and the declaration by our Lord Jesus who said “The first shall be last and the last shall be first.” That declaration should make most of us here in the States a wee bit uncomfortable. The ‘Majority World’ name at least is more accurate, describing most of the world’s people as living in poorer countries. I don’t like the “under resourced or low resource” name either. Haiti and Tanzania are rich in resources, resources such as land, minerals, water, work force, produce, talent. The problem is the resources are sometimes untapped, mismanaged, or stolen by richer countries or corrupt leaders.
Ben and I have been reading “When Helping Hurts”. The book defines poverty more broadly than just material poverty. It rightly describes all of us as fallen and having poverty of relationship. We need healing in our relationships with God, each other, the earth, and ourselves. This healing comes through Christ, who is ‘reconciling all things to himself’. How can I help the poor without first realizing that I am poor also?
We stayed with friends of Ben’s in Port au Prince. He and Jen hosted their daughter, Nakisha, for a number of months here in the States so she could get life saving heart surgery. Nakisha is doing great, as is evidenced by her infectious smile and gregarious manner. She loved seeing Dr. Ben again, giving him a kiss on each cheek and pulling him away to show him the latest drawing, sing her latest song to him, or play a children’s game she learned at school with him.
Nakisha’s father, Ezai, was such a gracious host. His wife was in NY at the time, but we received the royal treatment, sleeping in the parents’ king size bed in the only air conditioned room in the house. The smells of fresh bread from Ezai’s next door bakery wafted through the house as we ate tender goat and rice and sucked on fresh juicy mangos from the back yard. Ezai was our self-appointed taxi driver all over Port au Prince, delivering us safely to two meetings with the help of Anderson, Ben’s techy & rap-loving 20 year old- city slicker interpreter, who probably looks up to Ben in some ways like a father, and not just a friend or ‘sponsor’. Anderson is another Haitian who Ben and Jen took in for a few months so that he could have heart surgery at the Hershey Med Center. Ben and he have been together every Haiti trip since then, and Anderson has been invaluable in the work Ben does in Pestel, hovering at his elbow and interpreting every Creole, French, and English word exchanged between American and Haitian. I was impressed though that Ben picks out quite a bit of Creole in conversations and spouts a few words back without Anderson’s help. It’s good fodder for the playful sarcastic banter the two share regarding language.
Anderson has really become Ben’s right hand man on these many trips to Haiti. In spite of his young age and definite affinity for city life and American pop culture, he strikes me as steadily committed to helping Ben in the work he’s doing in rural, remote Pestel. I never once heard him complain about translating, and he had a very good attitude even with the long days and long meetings. Don’t get me wrong, there was the occasional whining that we ALL did here and there, but just minor stuff, how hot it was, how sore our bottoms were after the mountain drive, etc. Really, we had more praises for things we enjoyed, and answered prayer than complaints. Anderson’s self-conscious about his English, (the same way I’m self-conscious about my Swahili) but in a humble and I think typical way non-native English speakers are, and this tells me that he takes his job as translator seriously. He’s quite fluent actually! Heck, he speaks French and Creole too! And considering he only spent a few months in the States, I’d say he’s quite gifted in languages.
We talked a little one evening, the three of us, and Ben asked Anderson to tell me what it was like when the earthquake hit. It was amazing to hear a first hand account, to hear him describe the ground moving and shaking, the fear and anxiety the unpredictable aftershocks brought, the sleepless nights out in the open- not trusting the shelter of buildings for weeks, the sadness and aloneness survivors felt as they wondered whether loved ones were still alive. Cell phones, the main communication method there, were down for days. I remember the palpable anxiety in Jen’s (Ben’s wife) voice those first days after the earthquake, when she was unable to contact any of her Haitian friends. For Ben and Jen this wasn’t some obtuse disaster in a far away corner of the world that we see for five minutes on the evening news. This was affecting people they knew, people they loved. In our conversation that evening I pointed out to Anderson that he is very fortunate. He survived open heart surgery and an earthquake that claimed the lives of 250,000+ fellow Haitians and left a million homeless. So now what? It’s good to ponder that question. When you look back at your life and see what you’ve come through, it begs the question, “What do I do with these remaining days that God has given me?” You don’t have to survive an earthquake to ask yourself that question, but I think some of us need an ‘earthquake’ sometimes to shake us out of our complacency.
There are days I wish I could write like this. He shows you Haiti through his words.
Thanks Dr. Jon
Blessings to all Love Momma V
Dr. Jon Eager
Family Medicine physician serving with Africa Inland Missions (AIM) in rural Tanzania.
6/2010
Thoughts and ramblings on the Haiti trip… and a bit more
As we landed on the single paved runway of the Port au Prince airport in Haiti, a flood of remembrances and similarities to Tanzania struck me all at once. The tropical heat and humidity, the green palm trees and lush surroundings, the mix of modern airplanes and terminals with dilapidated buildings, the organized chaos on the main street next to the airport. A dusty and sometimes muddy street filled with cars of all kinds and age, UN armored vehicles with flack jacketed soldiers and poised M-16’s locked and loaded , people riding on the top of dump trucks, all blowing their horns as they travel along bumper to bumper dodging bicycles and pedestrians. A street with numerous pushy airport porters all vying for a spot behind your luggage cart to push it a couple hundred feet in hopes of earning some money. They seemed desperate to get the chance, in a place where if you don’t push your way to the front/look out for number one/scrap and scrape for the last morsel…… you’ll go without. A place where if you don’t stick your nose out into traffic, you could spend the day going three blocks. A place where there is so much need, so much potential, and such a gap between those who have and those who don’t. So many porters, and not really enough work for all of them, like the vegetable ladies in Tanzania on the side of the road, who sell mountains of one particular thing, right next to five or six others selling exactly the same thing. I wonder how they ever get enough vehicles to stop and buy their produce to help all of them?
I saw a CNN article about a farming co-op idea that uses cell phones to communicate market trends to rural farmers to make them aware of what the prices are in town, so they are not taken advantage of by middle men who rip them off by buying the goods for very low prices in the village and selling them at high prices in town markets. Many years there is a good harvest, plenty of vegetables, plenty of produce, but is the system really set up to help the rural farmer? Or are there multiple layers of economic challenge, corruption, and injustice that contribute to keeping these people in the grips of poverty?
In the streets of Port au Prince, hope seems to be gradually returning for some. The streets are passable, vehicles and people are everywhere, going about their business, selling things in wooden booths with plastic bags for roofs on the side of the road. There are plenty of reminders of the massive earthquake though that hit four months ago, like the piles of rubble pushed and dumped together, completely collapsed buildings sitting in their plots, between ones that were seemingly unaffected. The massive tent camps, dotting the city like a patchwork quilt, with tents of different colors and insignias of various relief organizations. I can’t imagine what life must be like for those in the camps, people who have lost so much, their homes, family members, children, spouses, parents. They may have lost hope as well.
Riding through the streets something strikes me again about people in the Majority World, as I look at these Haitians. I am struck by their amazing resilience in the face of such disaster and discouraging circumstances. A song plays on the radio saying ‘we will rise again’, written about the people of Haiti following the earthquake. The earthquake was devastating, but think about what Haiti has already been through… things like hurricanes, colonial oppression, slavery, foreign invasion, corrupt dictators, political mass murder, and the list goes on. Resilience and perseverance are choices however, because the same struggles seem to also produce a fatalistic apathy that is present as well in the Majority World.
So I guess Majority world is the politically correct term now used to define poorer countries. It makes sense though. What did we used to call them? I’ve heard all kinds of names… the Third World, Underdeveloped countries, Developing countries, Low resource or under resourced countries. Who named them the Third World? Wasn’t it us in the First World, in richer industrialized countries? So we are first and they are last. It gives away our underlying worldview and sometimes subconscious and not so subconscious attitude towards the poor. The rich are first and the poor are last. And the Second World is somewhere in between. Shame on us. Thank God for His Kingdom and the declaration by our Lord Jesus who said “The first shall be last and the last shall be first.” That declaration should make most of us here in the States a wee bit uncomfortable. The ‘Majority World’ name at least is more accurate, describing most of the world’s people as living in poorer countries. I don’t like the “under resourced or low resource” name either. Haiti and Tanzania are rich in resources, resources such as land, minerals, water, work force, produce, talent. The problem is the resources are sometimes untapped, mismanaged, or stolen by richer countries or corrupt leaders.
Ben and I have been reading “When Helping Hurts”. The book defines poverty more broadly than just material poverty. It rightly describes all of us as fallen and having poverty of relationship. We need healing in our relationships with God, each other, the earth, and ourselves. This healing comes through Christ, who is ‘reconciling all things to himself’. How can I help the poor without first realizing that I am poor also?
We stayed with friends of Ben’s in Port au Prince. He and Jen hosted their daughter, Nakisha, for a number of months here in the States so she could get life saving heart surgery. Nakisha is doing great, as is evidenced by her infectious smile and gregarious manner. She loved seeing Dr. Ben again, giving him a kiss on each cheek and pulling him away to show him the latest drawing, sing her latest song to him, or play a children’s game she learned at school with him.
Nakisha’s father, Ezai, was such a gracious host. His wife was in NY at the time, but we received the royal treatment, sleeping in the parents’ king size bed in the only air conditioned room in the house. The smells of fresh bread from Ezai’s next door bakery wafted through the house as we ate tender goat and rice and sucked on fresh juicy mangos from the back yard. Ezai was our self-appointed taxi driver all over Port au Prince, delivering us safely to two meetings with the help of Anderson, Ben’s techy & rap-loving 20 year old- city slicker interpreter, who probably looks up to Ben in some ways like a father, and not just a friend or ‘sponsor’. Anderson is another Haitian who Ben and Jen took in for a few months so that he could have heart surgery at the Hershey Med Center. Ben and he have been together every Haiti trip since then, and Anderson has been invaluable in the work Ben does in Pestel, hovering at his elbow and interpreting every Creole, French, and English word exchanged between American and Haitian. I was impressed though that Ben picks out quite a bit of Creole in conversations and spouts a few words back without Anderson’s help. It’s good fodder for the playful sarcastic banter the two share regarding language.
Anderson has really become Ben’s right hand man on these many trips to Haiti. In spite of his young age and definite affinity for city life and American pop culture, he strikes me as steadily committed to helping Ben in the work he’s doing in rural, remote Pestel. I never once heard him complain about translating, and he had a very good attitude even with the long days and long meetings. Don’t get me wrong, there was the occasional whining that we ALL did here and there, but just minor stuff, how hot it was, how sore our bottoms were after the mountain drive, etc. Really, we had more praises for things we enjoyed, and answered prayer than complaints. Anderson’s self-conscious about his English, (the same way I’m self-conscious about my Swahili) but in a humble and I think typical way non-native English speakers are, and this tells me that he takes his job as translator seriously. He’s quite fluent actually! Heck, he speaks French and Creole too! And considering he only spent a few months in the States, I’d say he’s quite gifted in languages.
We talked a little one evening, the three of us, and Ben asked Anderson to tell me what it was like when the earthquake hit. It was amazing to hear a first hand account, to hear him describe the ground moving and shaking, the fear and anxiety the unpredictable aftershocks brought, the sleepless nights out in the open- not trusting the shelter of buildings for weeks, the sadness and aloneness survivors felt as they wondered whether loved ones were still alive. Cell phones, the main communication method there, were down for days. I remember the palpable anxiety in Jen’s (Ben’s wife) voice those first days after the earthquake, when she was unable to contact any of her Haitian friends. For Ben and Jen this wasn’t some obtuse disaster in a far away corner of the world that we see for five minutes on the evening news. This was affecting people they knew, people they loved. In our conversation that evening I pointed out to Anderson that he is very fortunate. He survived open heart surgery and an earthquake that claimed the lives of 250,000+ fellow Haitians and left a million homeless. So now what? It’s good to ponder that question. When you look back at your life and see what you’ve come through, it begs the question, “What do I do with these remaining days that God has given me?” You don’t have to survive an earthquake to ask yourself that question, but I think some of us need an ‘earthquake’ sometimes to shake us out of our complacency.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Up date on Christopher
From Christophers host Mom Sue
Christopher had his check up with Dr. Garton today. He was not entirely happy with his progress. The baby's head has filled in more than he had hoped. He gave himself 2 options. The first was to declare the surgery a failure and put in a shunt. He seems really reluctant to do this surgery because he feels Christopher has a great risk for a cranial collapse. The second option was to take a "wait and see" attitude. This is the avenue he has decided to take. He will see him back in one week to see how he is progressing. I think if he continues as he is without getting any worse he is prepared to leave things alone. If his head begins to get bigger again, he will have no choice but to do the shunt surgery. So we will take it week to week. If you have any questions Dr. Garton will be happy to return your calls. You can call his office at 734-615-0536 and leave a message for him to call you.In the meantime, Christopher is doing pretty well. I put him on baby food and he loves loves to eat! I will update you again after his appointment next week. Sue
Christopher had his check up with Dr. Garton today. He was not entirely happy with his progress. The baby's head has filled in more than he had hoped. He gave himself 2 options. The first was to declare the surgery a failure and put in a shunt. He seems really reluctant to do this surgery because he feels Christopher has a great risk for a cranial collapse. The second option was to take a "wait and see" attitude. This is the avenue he has decided to take. He will see him back in one week to see how he is progressing. I think if he continues as he is without getting any worse he is prepared to leave things alone. If his head begins to get bigger again, he will have no choice but to do the shunt surgery. So we will take it week to week. If you have any questions Dr. Garton will be happy to return your calls. You can call his office at 734-615-0536 and leave a message for him to call you.In the meantime, Christopher is doing pretty well. I put him on baby food and he loves loves to eat! I will update you again after his appointment next week. Sue
Update on Oyis
From Host mom Sondra
Hello to you all!
Took Oyis to the eye dr & Orthopedist. Facciani was concerned about a spot on his cornea and wants him to see another Eye Dr who specializes in cornea problems. He thinks it is possible that he may not have do do surgery! He has given us an RX for some plano glasses and we will be putting a prism on the R lens to offset any double vision he may be having.
Dr Shaw's appt was even more exciting! He took xrays and looks like leg is healing! He wants him weight bearing on it!
Walking no more wheelchair! He didn't like that too well when I took it away! I gave him a walker but he's not thrilled, keeps asking for his wheel chair! He also said he can get in the pool! HUGE smile when I told him that in Kreyol! We couldn't get home fast enough and get our bathing suits on! Even better...We will be taking the fixator out next week!
Seeing Dr Adam tomorrow. What a week! Hope you are all well, and we would for you all to come & say hello to the little man! He is learning English FAST!
Peace, Hugs & Blessings,
Sondra
Hello to you all!
Took Oyis to the eye dr & Orthopedist. Facciani was concerned about a spot on his cornea and wants him to see another Eye Dr who specializes in cornea problems. He thinks it is possible that he may not have do do surgery! He has given us an RX for some plano glasses and we will be putting a prism on the R lens to offset any double vision he may be having.
Dr Shaw's appt was even more exciting! He took xrays and looks like leg is healing! He wants him weight bearing on it!
Walking no more wheelchair! He didn't like that too well when I took it away! I gave him a walker but he's not thrilled, keeps asking for his wheel chair! He also said he can get in the pool! HUGE smile when I told him that in Kreyol! We couldn't get home fast enough and get our bathing suits on! Even better...We will be taking the fixator out next week!
Seeing Dr Adam tomorrow. What a week! Hope you are all well, and we would for you all to come & say hello to the little man! He is learning English FAST!
Peace, Hugs & Blessings,
Sondra
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