Praise Jesus!

Another rainy day in Congo! Yesterday was very hot so I am thankful for the rain to cool things off again. I have been very busy lately working at the hospital and have not taken the time to sit down and blog. I just realized though that 6 weeks from today, I will be boarding a plane in Brazzaville to come home. I really cannot believe that my time here is almost up. Whenever I think about it I just praise God because he has guided me through this whole experience, which is such a great testimony to his faithfulness. I am tentatively planning on leaving Impfondo on December 7th , which means I have 5 weeks left here. I am praying that I can finish my work here with joy and grace. The last two weeks of November, I am hoping to spend the majority of my time with Sarah Speer working in the community. I met this nun at the hospital the other day and she seemed really incredible, so I hope to spend some time with her as well. I have wanted to work more in the community since I arrived, but the hospital has been so busy that I have been unable to do so. I will keep you posted on that.

Two year old boy with lung injury with his Mom and Stephen in September.

Lets see…Freckle has been discharged and is awaiting a ride to somewhere. He now is adjusting to a new bike-wheelchair that we found for him. I will post pictures when possible! It will probably be when I get home. I am gonna miss that little guy so much. Oh! I just thought of another positive story to share. So, back in September, right before Candace left, Doctors Without Borders brought us a 2 year little boy who had supposedly fallen off a wall and subsequently developed a pleural effusion. His left lung filled up with serosanguinous fluid time and time again, even after draining it a few times. Day in and day out he would sit on his bed with his head tilted to the right breathing quickly and noisily. We were pretty worried about him because we were not seeing much improvement despite our efforts. This went on for about 5 weeks. Then one day during morning chapel service, I saw his mom running up to the ER part of the hospital with his little body limp in her arms. I went out to meet her and she was sobbing hysterically and I was afraid he was dead. We hurried back to his room to get him back on his oxygen and by this point a lot of other nurses and Stephen (missionary doctor) had arrived. He was breathing irregularly and his heart rate was down in the 30s, so we started some bagging and pushing some meds and (praise Jesus) he stabilized. It was so scary though, because when I saw his mom running up with him, I thought that the thing I had been dreading for weeks was finally happening. He had had some spells similar to this, but never that drastic. It was so crazy though, because after that morning, he did not have not  any more problems like that. Last Monday when we rounded, he started smiling for the first time since he had arrived, and on Friday he got to go home! I have been so excited about that because we had all been praying for him SO MUCH and the Lord really gave him some healing. And it happened at a time when we had lost a few kids and that was just so sad and discouraging so it was nice to see a happy ending. Anyway, when I get home, I will post this super cute picture I took of him the day before he left. I am going to count him as a miracle.

That is all I have for the moment!! Thanks for reading!

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