What a day it turned out to be. It began hours before with curiosity, caution, and deep concern. The 18 year old female in the seat behind me, with the surprisingly beautiful voice, was the one responsible for my early morning emotions. I started the day with her and two others as the sun traveled across Kenya from the east and began to warm Uganda.
|Olivia and her baby Edward|
|Olivia gets her new wheelchair|
from Women in Crisis
After lab work at the International Hospital Kampala across town, and some work by the radiology department there, it was time for the relaxed ride back to Jinja. For the first time I sensed some positive emotions escaping from Olivia as she sang from behind me. We did everything the doctor requested. Though it was all in the Lord's hands before, we had now done what man could do, and we continued our hope in him.
Olivia is one of three patients that I have been working with during this first month back in Uganda. Thanks to the generosity of the community of Fairview, Oklahoma, a substantial financial resource had been made available to Next Generation Ministries for cases that would never get addressed adequately in Jinja.
|Living ... Olivia ... Pharidah|
Pharidah was written about earlier in my blog as the lady who renounced the demons of her practice in witchcraft and confessed Jesus Christ. She had developed an abscess in a breast and it needed to be fought by a day surgery. She spent one night in the hospital and is recovering nicely.
Of course others are usually present to help with the transfer of the patients and available for the medical consultations and any medicines prescribed. But, I am often the solitary individual registering the new patients, acting as guardian, and making numerous trips to the cashier. Woven throughout this tapestry is the movement I make back and forth from the lab to radiology and the specialist seeing our patients.
|Disturbing ... not for the faint at heart|
It is not easy to think about the long term consequences of the neglect and delay of medical attention to so many. Olivia is NOT the exception. Even the distance between Jinja and Kampala presents difficulties that put our patients at risk.
I rest in the consolation that I am not alone. I may be the individual directing much of the activity to and from and at the medical institutions, but none of this would be possible without those in America who want to take a small portion of what they have to help those who have little or none. Without the compassion and care of Lyzette to Women in Crisis, Next Generation Ministries would have never come to know about Olivia. And, in those quiet moments, looking over written medical reports, I'm anxious to discover the word "normal" from those who analyzed the test ... and I'm aware that I am simply a human instrument in partnership with a Divine Father.
I rest in that. I can't fix anything that is broken. I can't heal any disease. I can't repair any injury. But, under the directive of Papa I can be a tool of His supreme love and care. That is enough for me. His firstborn Son invited us to come to Him when we are burdened or heavy laden. He promised that He would always be with us until the very end.
Whether waiting or wondering outside the office of a doctor or laboratory or riding in the cool breeze of African evening air ... I am never ... ever ... alone.