How da body?

Well, how are you? Or better yet "how da body?" It's an expression that I hear and say often. "How da body?" "Body" is not quite as all encompassing as "you" but in a land where physical needs are often not met, the state of the body is probably a good starting point.

These last few months have been really eye opening in that regard. I still remember my first day walking through town. The streets are so busy, so dirty, so loud, so poor. I have to admit, that first day I was overwhelmed. I mean, you come because you want to serve, you want to help, and you see all of this around you and you wonder if it will make any difference. It just seemed so big, so endless, so hopeless. Thankfully, the future of this nation is not up to me, or up to Mercy Ships. The future of this nation, this beautiful nation of Sierra Leone, is up to God. It is in his hands, not mine.

What I have realized is that I can't save Sierra Leone, but I can join with God in loving it, in walking with the people of Sierra Leone, and by doing my part in the things God has called me to. I have come to see that if change is to happen, it happens with individuals, one person at a time. And as one wise woman told me, that's how Jesus did it, just one person at a time. So here I find myself, working as a nurse, loving and caring for one person at a time. My last few months have been a time where God has shown me what it means to love. Each day I feel like he's giving me a greater capacity, to see what he sees, to fill my heart with this deep deep love that I know only comes from him.

We have a group of patients right now that have been here for a while. They all had some sort of skin graft to one or multiple extremities most likely from a past burn contracture that kept them from using that extremity. These kids are amazing. I love them so much, that even when I'm not working, I feel compelled to go down there and visit. The Patient Life Team that I talked about in my last blog comes down to the unit every day and leads praise and worship with us. And these kids love to worship God! They are so precious. I worked night shift this past week and every night I’d walk in and hear, “Stephanie, Stephanie, let us sing, let us sing” and we would open the song book together and pick 2 or 3 songs to sing before tucking them into bed for the night. They would have loved my mom! I know my nursing skills are needed here, and man, is it ever a blessing to be able to use them, but the thing I love the most is to just play and sing and love on these patients. To see joy in their faces, to laugh with my African brothers and sisters, ahhh, such a blessing.

As my time here in Africa comes to a close, I just want to thank you all for your encouragement, your prayers, your love and your support. This time has been such a blessing, one that I wouldn't trade for the world. We serve a good God, a really good God and I am excited to come home and continue to see what He has in store. Love you all!!!

Weekend Adventures



Playing at the orphanage



This weekend was full of adventure! Saturday I was invited to my day volunteer’s home to spend the day. Abdel works full time for Mercy Ships while we are here in Sierra Leone as one of our Patient Life Volunteers. She and several other Sierra Leoneans spend their days visiting with patients and trying to make their stay in the hospital a little easier. Similar to Child Life back home except with children and adults alike. They start each day leading praise and worship on the wards and then divide up to spend one on one time with the patients. Our Patient Life team has been such a blessing to the nursing staff and definitely to the patients. They are much more likely to talk to them about concerns or problems then they are to us.

Abdel and her husband Prince run a small orphanage out of their home with 10 kids from 8-12 years old. When I got to the house the kids greeted us with lots of hugs and gave us a tour. We played games and puzzles, colored pictures, and kicked the soccer ball around. Prince brought out the photo albums and told stories of how they met and started the orphanage. Abdel cooked an amazing lunch and we just hung out the rest of the day. It was nice to be off the ship and see how the local people live. I was touched by their love for these children and the desire to make a difference in their lives. Abdel and Prince don’t have a lot, but what they do have they want to share with others in need. 

Prince and Abdel

Sunday morning a group of 7 crew members and 8 locals set out for church. We left the ship at 10am, took a taxi to the water ferry, got on the ferry and went across the ocean to an island called Lungi, which is where the airport is, and then took another taxi to the church. It was suppose to start at noon, but when we arrived at 1230 everybody was still congregating outside. The service started around 1pm and man do they like their PA systems here in Africa. Although it’s difficult to understand them with the speakers, I’m pretty sure the preacher started out by saying “I love to yell!” into the microphone. There was singing and dancing and praising God all afternoon. There is a freedom to worship however you want here that I’m loving more and more every day. You can sing, you can dance, clap your hands and really have fun in worship.  The crew members sang a special song during the service written by one of our volunteers who is a leader in the church and the Patient Life team sang a song as well. 3 hours later, we had to leave to catch the ferry while church continued. So, we ALL piled in a van and drove back to the dock, boarded the very crowded last ferry of the day, waited an hour while a giant storm came and went, traveled back across the water to Freetown, got in a taxi, and finally arrived back at the ship at 6:30pm. 

Patient Life Team

It's officially rainy season

                                                                                                                               

And that concludes my crazy weekend adventures.  It was great spending so much time with our day volunteers. All that traveling gave us plenty of time to talk and share and really get to know each other. It was definitely a weekend to remember.

Missionaries of Charity

I went to the Missionaries of Charity home last week.  It is a religious order established in 1950 by Mother Teresa which consists of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. These missionaries are assigned to specific areas to give "Wholehearted and free service to the poorest of the poor". They care for refugees, ex-prostitutes, the mentally ill, sick children, abandoned children, lepers, AIDS victims, the aged, and convalescent. They have schools run by volunteers to educate street children, they run soup kitchens, and any other services their community may need.  These services are provided to people regardless of their religion or social caste. The Missionaries of Charity home in Freetown consists of a men’s ward, women’s ward and mother/baby ward. Residents have TB, HIV, malaria or some other life threatening disease and are receiving treatment at the center. Sister Josianne is a nurse and holds a medical clinic on Mondays and Fridays at the home, on top of caring for the current residents.  Mercy Ships goes once a week to visit and encourage the patients and work alongside the nuns. Last week we took craft projects for them to work on, but my favorite part of the day was just sitting with them. Me and my friend Robyn found a group of mothers and their babies sitting outside the building under some trees and as we sat down and began talking with them we watched them slowly start to trust us and let us into their circle. I was surprised at how different these babies and little children are from our patients at the hospital. They were sick, lethargic and malnourished and very scared of us. They taught us songs in Krio and in return wanted us to tell them stories. Man, when you ask God for opportunities to share your faith, he gives them. We started telling bible stories and it was awesome! Before long our time was up and we had to say goodbye, but what a sweet time we had with them.

It’s been a busy week on the hospital ward. This was our last week of plastic surgery for a while so we had a lot of cases to finish.  Dr. Tertious, our plastic surgeon, is going home for several months and will come back at the end of the field service for a second round of surgery. We’ve had 5 weeks of plastic surgery and it was a great success! We had a few complications but the infection rate has been almost nothing compared to previous years.  It’s so hard to keep things clean in this environment which makes sterile dressing changes every other day a challenge, but it’s being done. I’ve become quite proficient at the plastic surgery dressing change and have actually enjoyed the wound care. Each patient is a little different and they all require a little creativity in the process. The remaining plastics patients will be with us at least another couple of weeks as their skin grafts continue to heal so I’ll finish up my time here in Africa doing wound care. There are so many individual stories I hope to share one day. Each of these precious patients has come to us with a debilitating problem and most walk away not only healed but with new hope.

Psalms 9:18

"But the needy will not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the afflicted ever perish."

Psalm 147:11

"The LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love."