Tuesday was a day of many victories. Before we could even finish our outside devotion and morning prayer, we saw truckloads of people being dropped off at the hospital. They came from near and far, many overcrowding vehicles just to be seen and hopefully healed of their ailment and or operated on. The line of patients leading up to the hospital lined both sides of the veranda’s corridor. The doctors quickly dressed in their scrubs and the surgical team took on its first case of repairing a bilateral hernia, followed by the excision of a bullet and fragment that had been lodged in a man for a long time. After his surgery, they performed a complete right-sided mastectomy on a woman.
As patients waited to be seen, I went over and greeted each one using my new Dinka vocabulary. “Ci Rujn,” (Good morning). “Kudual” (Hello).
“Encol Dana” (My name is Dana). Oh how they got a kick out of this!
The American girl from Kalamazoo, MI speaking Dinka, lol! I must have been believable at first because some of the women wanted to continue the conversation, but lost me after the first few words. I resorted back to smiling and searching for a young person who knew a little English. “Ha Ha Ha!” There was such laughter in that waiting area. If only the hospital waiting areas in the U.S. were as entertaining and joyful as this! I wanted to serve them, as I went around asking if anyone wanted “pu” (water). With the heat being 122 Degrees Fahrenheit, it was a small courtesy to offer those who had braved the journey.
Back under the tree with the women, the numbers doubled from our first sewing and craft project interest meeting the day before. Those women went and told their daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts and friends. 46 women’s names were written on our roll. Each woman was captured on video raising her hand in agreement of the terms. These women represent their household of daughters and daughter-in-laws that could not attend the meeting. Once we gather all of the women together, that number could more than double to include 100 women. There are exciting this happening under our modest tree of hope!
The doctors ended the day with an exploratory osteomyelitis of the right tibia. I admire their sacrifice and world renowned skill. All of them are volunteering their time and knowledge to be here helping the people. Stay tuned for the many success stories and pictures to come in our next PCC/MCH Newsletter.