Posted: February 10, 2010 in Uncategorized
seen so much suffering.  Every person at our makeshift field hospital
has broken bones, gashes and untold amounts of hurts.  They suffer.
 They also laugh, pray, argue, have deep discussions about food and
what Haitian food tastes best, and they love to worship really loud
early in the morning while the rest of us are sleeping.
We’ve been doing sort of a patient exchange with Merlin, a British
based field hospital, set up on the tennis courts where John used to
play tennis.  The hospital and housing are in tents with British folks
running around and British doctors doing skin grafts.  Haiti being the
barter country it is, is a place where we barter for everything.  In
the first week of our clinic we bartered with some British firefighters
for our corpse for their broken legs.  We weren’t being cold we just
didn’t know what to do with our dead lady.  Finally John, who has
always had morgue duty dealt with the situation.
Now we barter skin grafts for physical therapy.  The only glitch is our
folks don’t like it at Merlin.  Merlin is great, they heal wounds, do
things we can’t do and are fine folks.  Their tents are hot and they
don’t have church at 5:00 AM.  Yesterday when Doctor Jen and I were
there a few of our folks came up and said, "Mme John, we want to go
home!  We are hot in the tents, we don’t have enough food we are not
comfortable here."  "Take us home."  By home they meant our field
hospital at our boy’s home.  We have rows of cots outside, kids running
around, two dogs. lots of American doctors, nurses and support staff.
 We have become a family.   They have church at night (and in the
morning), the nannies who used to watch the kids are now helping
patients, babies are fed, games are played and community lives.  They
like each other.  They like us.
It gives me such hope.  Community where pain is.  We are all in this
together and we see no end in sight.  All of our lives have changed.
 Nothing is the same as a month ago.  My house still stands but
different people live in it with us.  The boys, girls, and women’s
homes still stand but they perform new functions.  My dearest friends
have left for a while.  Our women’s clinic is now a giant pharmacy.
 Bedrooms lay empty while the driveway is full of beds because Haitians
will not sleep inside.
Nothing is the same except the strong spirit of the Haitian people.
 The commitment and love of foreigners.  Doctors and nurses who work
long days and nights from the day they arrive till the day the leave.
 These things are the same.  People caring about other people.  I am a witness to huge sacrifice and strength.  I see God at every
turn.  I see people helping other people and putting their own emotions
on hold.  I see life.

Beth McHoul

  1. Trent says:

    Thanks Ma Beth for that post and the smiling pics. It\’s the spirit of the Haitian people that I think I will always remember about my recent trip. Love you all.Trent

  2. Chris says:

    Thank you for the honesty, the time your spend posting to keep us prayer people in the loop. We\’re in awe of what you continue to do with God\’s help. So we just keep on lifting you up to the Father above. Blessings rain on your day!

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