Monday, April 28, 2014

My Life in Pictures

My life continues to remain interesting to say the least. Here are some pictures to update you and give you another glimpse into what I'm up to.
And please continue to pray for me, that I can get through the struggles and to continue to be thankful for the awesome experiences.

The Italian Navy aircraft carrier that visited the port.

Being filmed drawing someone's blood for an Australian Media team.
The luxurious Atlantic hotel where we can hang out at the pool.
The president of Congo shaking hands with the founder of Mercy Ships

A glimpse of my rather large (and unusually clean) ten berth.

Advertisement for the ship. 



Sand and surf. Strike one of the bucket list.
Another camping trip and beautiful sunset.


Part of a cultural tour I did. These women are making Saka saka, and maniok.
Local cinema. Watched the Great Gatsby... in French.

Sunrise Easter morning service on deck.


Imagine me in the middle of about 150 people
 all clad in the same shirt
 running through the Congo jungle/swamp. Fun!

Part of a mass of people getting ready to run
 in the Malaria Awareness run hosted by Chevron.


Sunday, April 13, 2014

On Changes and Contentment

A small part of my job as a lab tech was taking blood.
   Approaching the half point of my commitment to serve onboard the Africa Mercy means a bit of a change for me here. As some of you know I was only able to sign on to serve as a lab tech for about 2.5 months due to some mis-communication. I did not feel like that was enough time to spend over here so I agreed to switch into housekeeping as that was were an opening was. On this coming Monday, April 14 I was scheduled to switch jobs.
   I thought about trying to apply for a something else for that time. I thought about inquiring when I was here if there was another department that I could switch into, because to be honest cleaning the ship every day did not sound that appealing to me. I prayed about it and came to the conclusion that, no I was to be content with the position that God had placed me in and if I were supposed to be in a different role then God would make that happen.
My lovely friend from house keeping.
   So I started trying to have a positive attitude about switching into housekeeping. At first, finding the positives in going from a job in the hospital where I had some what direct contact with the work being done to change people's live to a job where I had to clean toilets and empty rubbish around the whole ship proved a little difficult. But I had started to come around. The cheerfulness with which one of my new friends who happened to be one of the housekeeping staff did her work was a little inspiring to me. I began to see that this too was an important job on the ship. I was even starting to get a little excited about my future job change, where I could work with different people, get to know some of the Congo day crew and find my way about the ship having conversations with people passing by as I cleaned. "I could really learn something from this," I thought, "maybe it will teach me some humility."
But God had different plans. At one of the morning devotions for the miscellaneous hospital crew (aka not nurses or doctors) it was mentioned that the crew clinic was in desperate need of some assistance as the current admin assistant had needed to leave suddenly and the crew nurse was falling behind in a lot of the paper work involved with the clinic. Prayer was asked on the matter to find someone to take up the crew clinic admin assistant job as the higher ups had told her there was no one they could find to help for the forseable future. I happened to not be at the meeting but later that day the senior lab tech mentioned it to me and that she thought I would be a good fit for the role, instead of switching into housekeeping. That same day the wheels were put into motion for me to take up that job.
A couple of days later the crew nurse said that was one of the fastest she'd ever had a prayer answered and how grateful she was to me for coming to help her. I could really see the hand of God throughout this whole thing and it reminded me how even when things don't go according to our plan God has his plan that will be for our good. I know at the beginning of this whole process, when I was told I couldn't be a lab tech for the whole 5 months I was frustrated, angry even. It did not seem fair to me that this would mess with the plans that I had for this year. But now I see, almost a year later that this is exactly how it was meant to be. In hind-sight I see how God orchestrated all of these actions to fit together and enable different people to benefit from it.
So as a take away from this, don't get frustrated when things don't go according to your plan. God knows what is best for us, God has his timing for us and God will make what needs to happen in each circumstance happen, whether or not we can see it at the time. All we need to do is have complete trust.


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Adventuring



Nothing compares to camping out in the middle of nowhere. Especially when that nowhere faces onto the ocean which stretches out to a sky that treated us to a glorious sunset and an encore of uncountable stars. Equipped with tarp, bubble wrap and string to rig up a lean-to, matches for starting a fire with freshly rained on drift wood, and our trusty space box full of food, we were ready for anything.
Waiting patiently in the Land Rover for the rain down pour to pass.
Being able to get off the ship for the weekend, with no one around, is very rejuvenating and extremely needed from time to time. And we very nearly turned around due to the absolute down pour of rain, but after about an hour in the Land Rover and a stop at a little local place for some drinks the rain finally let up and we decided "Hey, why not, we're here. Might as well go for it." And I am so thankful that we did. I got to spend some time on the beach getting to know some awesome people better and striking off "camping on the beach" from my list. Yet another awesome adventure.  


Bravely venturing out into the slight drizzle to explore...
... and getting caught in the rain as it started to pick up speed again
The erosion of red soil from the rain turned this river and the ocean a rusty red.

  
Our lovely lean-to.
Home sweet home... 



Being instructed on how to make chocolate bananas
in the fire... delicious!
The space box. 

Ready for the night in our lean-to.
It kept most of the bugs out...
We survived the night! Go team!



Some contemplative quiet time on the beach in the morning. Although...
... our quiet private beach had suddenly started teaming with fishermen.
One of our group went to go help them pull their net in.

But it resulted in a lovely breakfast of fresh fish (four in exchange for a Swiss chocolate bar...)
which we cooked over the fire and they were delicious.
Waitin' for our ride to take us back home.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Meet Mama Claire

Below is a story, written by one of the Mercy Ships communication team, of one of the patients who received life changing surgery aboard the Africa Mercy. This lovely woman is just one of the many people that has been able to benefit from Mercy Ships being in the Congo for the last few months.  
'For a barely four-foot-tall woman named Claire, social rejection was a daily reality. The focus of this negative attention was an enormous goiter hanging conspicuously from her neck like a sack of oranges.
In the chaos of the street market in Pointe Noire, Congo, Claire just wanted to shop unnoticed. As she wove her way through throngs of shoppers, she tried to ignore the stares and the brusque way she was shoved by passersby. 
But then, as usual, attention suddenly focused on Claire. She recoiled as insults were hurled at her, and people stopped to stare. As a crowd gathered around her, someone declared that she was a witch. Another yelled that she ate human flesh, and that’s what caused her neck to enlarge. She quickly turned away in shame, tried to cover the softball-sized bulges of the goiter, and pushed past the crowd to escape. 
The emotional trauma of verbal insults added to the physical ache from carrying the misshapen, heavy mass. The pain radiated down her back, all the way to her waist. With no money for surgery, she felt hopeless. The only way to avoid the ridicule was to become a recluse.     
Emotional pain was certainly no stranger to Claire. Eight of her twelve children had died of malaria and other illnesses; only four had reached adulthood. And how, she had only one surviving daughter, Olga. Since the age of 8, Olga, now 36, had watched the mass on her mother’s neck enlarge. Now Olga has 3 children of her own to take care of, as well as her beloved mother. She said, “It hurt me so much to see my mother with this condition. When I was young, I woke up every day and looked at her to see if it was gone. I prayed that one day God would do something to help us. Neighbors told us that we could get it removed with surgery, but we had no money for that.”
As the goiter grew, Claire was no longer able to plant and harvest crops – cassava, peanuts, and sweet potatoes – to provide income for her family.  It became too painful to bend over.  
When Claire’s husband died in 2004, she had to depend upon her daughter Olga for support.  Despite the lack of running water or electricity, Olga’s small tin shack provided shelter from the elements. Claire’s bed was a thin pad on the floor draped by a mosquito net. As soon as the tropical sun rose above the other houses, it became too hot to stay inside. The family would sit under a large avocado tree while Olga heated water over a fire to make coffee to drink with bread and butter for breakfast.  Lunch consisted of fish, if they had enough money to buy it, and cassava.
They had no way of knowing that a staple in their diet, cassava, was a goitrogen, a class of food substances that cause goiter growth. Mercy Ships volunteer Endocrine Surgeon A.J. Collins explains, “In Africa, eating cassava is a well-established cause for promoting the growth of large goiters. It contains a compound called thiocyanates, and this is a powerful blocker of iodine uptake into the thyroid gland,” said Dr. Collins. Lack of iodine is one of the factors that contribute to enlarged goiter growth, which is all too commonly seen in the African population. Simply providing iodine supplementation does not cure the problem.
In August last summer, a local pastor stopped near Olga’s home. He made an announcement on a loud speaker that a hospital ship was coming to provide free surgeries. It was a Mercy Ship. 
The pastor showed Claire “before” and “after” pictures of another person with a goiter who’d had a free surgery onboard the Africa Mercy. She was shocked to see someone else with the same huge mass bulging from their neck. And she realized that maybe she could be healed! She became giddy with excitement, laughed out loud, and jumped up and down with joy. The pastor explained that the Mercy Ship would have a Patient Selection Day in one week. “I want to go there now!” Claire exclaimed excitedly.
 “It was the first time my mother ever had hope of having her goiter removed,” explained Olga. “And it was the first time I ever felt that my mother could be helped,” she said.
Claire and Olga attended Patient Selection Day for Mercy Ships with over 7000 other people from all over Congo and some neighboring countries. Finally, it was Claire’s turn to be examined by the Mercy Ships volunteer medical team. She was thrilled when she received an appointment for a free surgery onboard the Africa Mercy to remove her goiter. 
Surgery day couldn’t come soon enough for the 73-year-old who had carried this heavy load for twenty eight years. By this time, the huge goiter had grown to more than 3% of her 35 kilos of body weight. 
On the day before Claire’s surgery, Olga, wrapped in a colorful African scarf, sat beside her mother’s hospital bed. They had waited and prayed for so many years for this moment to come. 
The next day, nurses escorted Claire to the OR where surgeon A.J. Collins was waiting. The surgery took several hours due to the size and complexity of the abnormal growth.  
Olga wept when asked how she felt about seeing her mother after surgery. She could barely even remember what her mother had looked like before the large mass had started to grow.    
“I’m so overwhelmed with joy,” Olga said. “The first day we came to meet Mercy Ships we didn’t know what the outcome would be. Right now, I want to say a big ‘thank you’ to Mercy Ships and all the doctors and nurses who changed my mother’s life. I never thought my mother would have this surgery. She had this condition for so many years. I’m very, very happy.”
Now, Claire will be able to walk down the street and shop in the local market without the fear of being mocked. She has been freed from both the physical and emotional pain.
At her post-operative checkup, Claire greeted her surgeon Dr. A-J Collins with a big smile and two thumbs up. “Before surgery, I was sick and very sad. But, now, since having the operation, I feel alive,” she remarked.'


Story by Pauline Rick
Edited by Nancy Predaina
Photos by Michelle Murrey, Pauline Rick, and Deb Bell

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Amazing Race - Pointe Noire

Due to good timing I managed to be part of the the Africa Mercy Amazing Race for the second time! After doing so amazing last year (read: second last and not really amazing at all with our fair share of mishaps) I felt it only made sense to join again. And so the other weekend I devoted my Saturday to frantically running around Pointe Noire with my lovely team mates (Mercy's Angels), completing an array of random challenges.
Mercy's Angels
After donning our lovely team outfits found in the ever trendy boutique (read: the place people dump the stuff they no longer want when the leave) we were pumped and ready to take on the other teams. And so we hit the ground running, madly waving down the first taxi we saw. Which may not have been the best strategy as he was probably wondering what those crazy white girls running towards him wanted and if maybe it wasn't worth the money to figure out. But we managed in our small small French to point him in the direction of the airport, our first destination. We were pondering the exciting notion that maybe they were going to send us off on an airplane like the real Amazing Race, until one of us pointed out that perhaps the little amount of money they gave us wouldn't get us too far. In fact that challenge turned out to be finding some locals to pay us to shine their shoes.
Notice our lovely team outfits.
From that point on there was no stopping as we ran around from the beach, to the grande marche, to the fish market, to the Hope Center, to the craft market, to the soccer field, to the off ships team house. All the while sweating as we solved riddles, cooked an omelete, looked for various items, paddled a canoe in the ocean (which I didn't tip this year!), bought some fish, made a fire and cooked the fish, made a wood carving, played soccer with some local kids and caught some chickens. We briefly entertained the idea of "Guys what if we actually won this thing?!," which, while being way off base, proved that our morale was high. Though by the end of the day as we ran over to the very Amazing Race-esque mat at the finish line we quickly queried "We aren't last right?!" And no! We were not! Tenth out of fourteen, not bad for three girls who didn't really know the city or French. But we had a blast! So thanks Mercy's Angels for being awesome team mates! And who knows, maybe I'll be around for next years third annual Mercy Ships Amazing Race as well...?  
Shining the police man's shoes
Math. Takes way to much concentration.
Scored a hat trick!
Let's just say my wood carving skills leave a little to be desired.
Searching in the prickly bushes for chickens to catch.
Out on the choppy sea.
Hitching a boat ride across a "small river" which came half way up our wastes.
Our more-then-one-box-of-matches-smoked-fish-is-okay-right? fire.
Keeping it cool all the way to the finish line.







Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Snapshots of My Life

So here is a brief glimpse of my recent life in pictures. A more informational blog to follow (hopefully this weekend!)
Before our hike down the gorge
Hiking through the gorge
Enjoying a meal at the beach after our hike

View from port side
View from starboard side
Ah, pit "toilets"
Agricultural site





Destination of our beautiful hike

Dancing village kids. So cute!

Amazing Race Pointe-Noire (more to follow in later post!)

Italian naval aircraft carrier off port side of AFM



Partial Guinea reunion with pizza on the beach!
Rooftop patio sunset. Gorgeous.