Sunday, June 10, 2007
A remarkable truth and gift...
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Both Sides Now
A number of weeks ago, David, Artie, and I stopped by the clinic to see him to find out more. We learned that they specifically serve children up to age 17 through an organization called Cure International. Their goal is to be able to provide services to the poorest of the poor who have no resources.
Daniel also told us that he could refer other types of patients that we encounter in the clinic to specialists that have the same goals. This kind of connection is fabulous as someone trying to negotiate an appointment with someone like a cardiologist or Ear, Nose, and Throat doctor would otherwise have to wait months on end to get an appointment, pay more money, and likely get lost in the system. The reality in Honduras is that there is just not enough health care to go around.
So, we set up our first appointments with Daniel and his clinic. He told us to be there before 6:30 AM on May 11. We made plans with the two families that needed services and made the trip. We took in one family with a baby with a club foot who is undergoing a process of casting to correct the foot. We also took in a little girl named Zusel who is 5 years old and has never been able to walk. She has some problems with her hips and tendons and how everything is connected.
For us, it was a role reversal from working on the other side in the clinic at Pinalejo. We have to maintain order and do crowd control for the long lines of people that come in and wait at the gate at 6:30 AM to be first in line when it opens at 8 AM. We have people that try to convince us that they are sicker than the others. They tell us that they have travelled by foot, by hours to get to the clinic. Answers like "come back tomorrow" are not realistic for these cases to we do the best we can to accomodate. We see people become urgent. They push and crowd to try to get in.
We found ourselves sitting there in line, wanting a number to be garunteed an appointment. We started looking around and thinking, Zusel can't even walk...she needs services more than some of the other kids. We kept thinking, "we all got up at 4AM and travelled all the way from Pinalejo to be here." Maybe if we sit closer to the door our chances will be better...I found myself experiencing that same sense of urgency.
And, as promised, Daniel arrived and got our appointments set up. We got our numbers and waited patiently without worry that we would be seen. Thankfully, we had the connection to Daniel. Those who have to advocate for themselves alone probably have an even harder time. For us, it was a valuable experience to know what it feels like to be on the other side of a gate...waiting.
Waited almost 5 hours to be seen. That is how it works in Honduras and nobody complains. We have gained a respect for these parents who advocate for their children. Zusel's mother has carried her everywhere for 5 years...not to mention caring for her other 3 children. She is a gentle, patient, and humble woman and we only see her offer love to her daughter. A woman of strength.
We got to play while waiting and have fallen for Zusel completely, a sweet sweet girl who offered us all kisses upon being delivered back to her house after a long day. Both families have follow-up appointments during the summer that we will help to get them to. Zusel has to spend time building up some of her muscles to see if surgery is possible.
...For now, there is hope that she might walk.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Pollitos Nuevos!
Dr. Christopher Smith
After working for a week in the clinic of Pinalejo, Dr. Smith did a clinic day in Montanita in the mountains. We set up in their kindergarten classroom and saw patients that would otherwise have a difficult time travelling to the clinic.
While here, Dr. Smith helped us to create a formulary for the pharmacy in Pinalejo. It will help us assess the needs of the clinic and assure that we can supply patients with the medicines that they need the most. Aside from leaving behind this valuable resource, Dr. Smith taught us all to play a card game called "Russian Bank" that has kept us occupied since he left. David remains the reigning champion...but the rivalry continues.
To see more pictures from when Dr. Smith was working in Honduras, check out the link: http://picasaweb.google.com/charles.eh/DrSmith
An Opportunity
The man is the owner of one of the factories in one of the Free Trade Zones of Honduras where there is a stretch of factories- mostly Korean, Chinese, and from the United States. They are "maquillas" that we would refer to as "sweatshops" and are impossible to get into to tour without a personal connection like this.
So, we took our friend up on his offer. We gave him a call and he happily welcomed us into his office and into his factory. Jack and Becky were visiting at the time and he gave us a tour of the whole operation and answered all of our questions. He had no problem with us taking photographs and explained that his factory is certified by "Wrap" - an American organization that inspects factories like his to make sure that they meet certain labor standards. Our friend had nothing to hide.



We were pleased to know that the factory is certified. Still, the people earn very little and work long hours doing piecework at a rapid rate. We went into it not quite knowing what to expect and left without conclusions. In my opinion, for visitors like ourselves, it is not up to us to determine what constitutes quality of life for Hondurans or people of other countries. We can only speculate. Rather, I feel that it is important to remain open-minded, ask thoughtful questions, and always keep learning.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
We have Chickens!
Becky and Jack!


While they were here, the house was full of laughter and music and all good things. For Artie and I, it was a refreshing reminder of a place that we love because it is filled with people that we love. It was a reminder of the roots of our faith and what we love about it. They renewed our spirits and brought us joy for a week. With these friends who are so special to us, it was a gift to share this experience in another country together. After they left, the house was painfully quiet and lonely, but they left little pieces of themselves behind.
"You've gotta let your soul shine. It's better than sunshine. It's better than moonshine. It's damn sure better than rain..." ...Thanks guys.