Remember back in January... The Autoclave Saga!
Just to refresh your memory, this last mission we were able to bring down Peter Mcnamara with Providence St Vincent Bio-Engineering, to help fix the Autoclave sterilizer at Juan Bosch Hospital.
Ginny Turner knee replacement recipient raises funds for Operation Walk Freedom to Move running on seven continents in one week
Check out her story here: www.oregonlive.com/news/2019/02/this-hillsboro-grandmother-ran-in-on-seven-continents-in-one-week-and-she-isnt-slowing-down.html
Donate to her fundraiser here: https://www.gofundme.com/2019-world-marathon-challenge-ginnyturner
Beaverton High Schools sold First Aid kits to raise funds. Then surprised Doctor Duwelius with a check for $5,500 to support the next Operation Walk Freedom to Move medical mission.
Sorry that the blog abruptly ended. Things cranked up even more in terms of demands on our time, we had some minor health issues, and I just had to make a choice of doing what we were there for and also trying to get a few hours of sleep each night to keep it going. Below please find the notes as I had them for my next posting and then some comments summarizing our trip at the end.
Dominican Republic 2019 Thursday January 17
The end of our trip is near! I can hear the call of my bed, a REAL diet coke, and some French Fries! The team, yours truly included, is ready for a break. I have stated before that my grasp of the English language is not good enough to clearly and accurately articulate a ‘day in the life of’ any single person who undertakes this mission trip. Words like kind, passionate, caring, giving, loving, generous, and selfless come to mind. Words like blood, sweat, exhaustion, effort, determination, struggle, challenge, perseverance come to mind. But the best word I can use to describe the experience is presence. Whatever your belief system, you always feel His presence.
What our volunteers do here is nothing short of amazing, incredibly amazing, at that. Thursday is always bitter sweet for me because it marks the last day of our week here. When Thursday night rolls around our volunteers have worked an average of 14-15 hours every day for 4-5 days depending on when they arrive. So figure about 70 hours in a humid, hot, and unfamiliar culture and situation. The remaining 9-10 hours in their day is inclusive of sleep, meals, showers, eating etc. My best guess is that the average night sleep is 4-5 hours. I personally am averaging somewhat short of that number at about 3 – 4 hours of sleep per night, and strange things can happen when you are sleep deprived. I fell asleep literally 25 times last night while typing on my computer and had little snippets of dreams about the most bizarre things. At another point I woke up and had about 7000 n’s after the pla part of the word plantain having fallen asleep with my finger on the n. I dreamed once of Dr. Vessely and I flying home after our mission was over. Not so odd unless I tell you that there was no plane; we were literally flying out in the air but then somehow Ramona ended up being the pilot. And yes, I realize that makes no sense. Anyway, I posted my blog last night before proof-reading it, I still haven’t actually read it and yet it seems to have been ok as I have gotten plenty of nice emails back with reasonable comments and nothing bad. I might read it on the plane ride home though and see what I got wrong…