Solomon, homeschool helper, update on baby Milagro

The 75 yr old homeless man did not lift his cataract- occluded vision to meet my eyes, even with an encouraging hand on his shoulder and much repetition. Like perfume that preceeds a young lady as she enters a room, so the "perfume" of this chronically unbathed gentleman had greeted me as I entered the ER to translate for Dr. Abby that PM.  I had encouraged his son to get him showered while Dr. Abby paid attention to the first patient, after reading a note from several years ago on his chart that he was homeless.  I guess I thought I'd do him the favor of gifting him hot water and soap while he waited!  When he didn't return, I walked down to the bathroom and witnessed a standoff between him and his son, with Solomon holding tightly to his pants. I was not blessing him with my magnanimous idea of bathing.  So I asssured him it wasn't necessary and escorted him back to the stretcher in Er so Abby could examine him.  That, too, proved to be too much invasion for our patient. I guess we assume when a patient arrives in ER, it is voluntary and that he has a very pressing need he wants tended. While Solomon again held tightly to his pants, and resisted all my attenpts to undress him, his son stood silently, helplessly by.  With prodding, he shared that his dad did not like staying with any of the family, that he slept outside, that he had been transported to the ER by our wonderful area mayor at the request of someone who had seen him fall in the dirt street. The pain from a HUGE hernia at times overcomes him....but he had NO intention of accepting any treatment.  A helplessness overcame us, far worse than the odor emanating from him. Unwilling to let him just leave and admit we had nothing to offer that he'd accept, I remembered a suitcase of men's clothes.  I rustled up a baseball cap, shirt, socks and crocs  and before he could resist, slipped off his VERY encrusted clothing and put the new things on. I then put my hand on his shoulder and began to pray for him, feeling like he was unreachable. When I opened my eyes, he had removed his new cap and had it pressed against his chest in respect and I could have sworn I saw the glisten of tears in his eyes.


Since our night in the hospital with John in Sedona, AZ for chest pain- just 3 weeks ago- he's had a positive blood test for H. Pylori, much easier to treat than heart problems!  So for those wondering about "the rest of the story", he is now on medicinal treatment to take care of this GI problem!

Baby Milagro

Kara and Benton

We have been back on the job here at the hospital now for 2 weeks. As a followup on baby Milagro (Miracle- see earlier blog) who came to us at just over 2 pounds and 10 days old- we saw her on a return visit to the pediatrician after almost 3 weeks at home, weighting over 5 pounds. She has a double chin and fat cheeks- her mom, Jesus, seems to be taking good care of her! More Miracles to come...


We have been praying for a homeschool helper for me to allow me to put some time in as a nurse at the hospital.  That need has become more urgent with the imminent, unexpected arrival of 2 student RN's that will be doing their mandatory social service with us. Aside from the 
need for training, they will be a big blessing over their year here. This past week, the Lord met my need by sending a visitor, Kara, to help me for 3 weeks. It always amazes me how the Lord meets the need! I know wait on Him to send me someone else to cover 4 weeks from April 13- mid May!

An Unasked-for Day of Rest March 6, 2011

Penny writes most of our notes.  Once and a while, especially if it is a happy baby story, it falls to me.  This is not a baby story, but I think that if I don't write it, it will confirm what some think, that John is in a state of "Chronic Denial"  or chronically "out in the ozone".

Today I was allowed to honor the Sabbath.  Penny did not. (hm, he must be speaking about a REST!  Penny) She spent the morning sharing about the work at Loma de Luz, with a church in Sedona, Arizona.  It's my brother's church, among our earliest supporters.  It was not something that she was looking forward to alone.  But her sharing, with each of the morning services, was well received.  She came away very encouraged.

I did something that I have never done.  I read the entire book of  John in one sitting, with some little interruptions.  But the point is that I got a different overall picture.  I really enjoyed it.  I was also challenged to think about the meaningfulness of our lives.

Probably the most annoying interruption was the tearing off of one series of chest EKG lead patches to arrange another set.  I would estimate about 40 patches, all together.  Since I started the day with a normal chest of hair, I still had some at the end of the day, but there are some bare and nearly bloody spots.  Another less-than-fun interruption was running on a treadmill.  But it was ok- "normal heart rate change" and "normal blood pressure change",   "No S-T wave changes", and "random isolated ectopic beats". The nicest line on the results was "cardiac output =  20% above average".  Its good to be above average in something.  I almost drifted off during the 15 minute Nuclear Contrast Uptake scan.  That was OK, too. We'd lost a night's sleep with ? chest pain.  The nice young fellow who discharged me from the hospital more or less asked "Have you tried any antacids?"

So in the end they sent me home with the routine warnings.  Of course most of the nurses and doctors had learned that we live in Honduras.  At least one severely challenged me with the idea that we should not be returning home this week.  I told her that I did not want to die sitting in a chair.    She said "OH!, I understand, but you know I have to cover my---" and she patted her backside.

18 months ago, a hero of mine collaped and died behind the pulpit.  That is how I want to go (figuratively speaking, of course). I need to think this thru, tho, as that would be very distressing for a young pregnant patient. So perhaps carrying a backpack up the trail to the clinic in Satal,  No, it would be better, coming back down the trail from the clinic.  Now you all know, not a word of this is to be mentioned to Xiomara (the faithful young lady who has worked with me for about four years now).

Penny and I easily talked about some of the things that come up at these eye-opener times of our lives, as we returned south to near Sun City, AZ.after late afternoon discharge.  I think that we were in pretty good agreement.