Christmas at the HOPE Center!

We had an amazing Christmas at the HOPE Center! We gave out gift bags for all patients and caregivers staying with us (thanks to donations from the crew and a couple different national offices!) on Christmas Eve, and on Christmas day we had a big special meal with all of the patients. Everyone was just so happy the whole time. It was so much fun. This post is mostly just photos. Photo credit for all the Christmas pics: Ian Graham

As always, the HOPE Center, all the patients, and I would gladly accept all of your prayers. Thank you so much to my supporters! If anyone would like to support me in all of this work, please consider donating HERE (it is tax deductible 😉


Christmas Dinner

HONORINE – This little girl is so malnourished and dehydrated, is almost 2 years old, and can’t even crawl or stand. She was miserable and filthy when she first arrived. All it took was a few days of us loving her to transform her. She had to go home so her mother could come back as her caregiver instead of her father. She is supposed to be back mid-January for us to get her healthy over a couple months and then they will do her cleft lip surgery. I’m very worried about her getting back. Its a 3 day bus ride, and her area of Cameroon is where there is a lot of terrorists. Please pray for her.


The Babies of the Hope Center + Others

I woke up early this morning to go see my favorite patient Hamed Cherif off at the bus stop since I was off work. I’m proud of myself for saying a Happy Goodbye and not crying. This blog is about a few of our babies since those are the ones I usually become most attached to. I think its because we are the most hands-on with a lot of them because most of them need to gain a lot of weight, so they always come to the office for milk or porridge that we make them and maybe also because they are so cute.

Hamed Cherif

I love this little guy so much, and I love his mom too. She’s so happy and crazy and makes Hamed laugh sooo much. Its adorable. I think I first started to try to play with him a lot mostly because he reminded me of Samsdine from last year. He was pretty skinny too, not nearly as skinny as Samsu was but still tiny, and he also had a cleft lip/cleft palate. I’m sad we don’t have any pictures of Hamed from before his lip surgery. I don’t even really remember what he looked like before.

He’s around a year and a half now, and his mom and I both spent the last few months trying to get him to walk on his own, but he just won’t do it. She got him to where he could stand on his own a little bit, but once you get him to come to you, he bends over to crawl. Also, he’s always so happy except when his mom brings him to the office to get his porridge. We take the cup, and it takes a minute or two to make. The whole time he is grumpy and groaning and reaching out for it. Its so cute. That little baby loves his food. Today he is going home to his papa and 3 brothers.


Paul is the baby who came to us looking like an alien. We had a super tiny baby last year who looked kinda scary at first too, but I’ve never seen anything like this baby. I didn’t know how he was still alive. Here’s a couple pictures of his face in the first month he was here, but they don’t do him justice. I was terrified he was going to die at the beginning. Now he is super fat and has had his lip surgery. He blows out of his lips now and seems amazed he can do that. Also, its so cute when he tries to smile with his mouth still being so tight. He can barely do it. He is a cutie, and his mom is so attentive to him. I think he will probably go home soon, and I really hope we can do his palate surgery at the end of the field service even though he won’t quite be 1 year old.

Yousouffa, Mas-Oudatou

I mentioned this baby in my last blog post 3 months ago. In that time she’s at least 50% bigger and has had her lip surgery done. I’ve been so worried about her. Paul grew so fast, and it felt like Mas-Oudatou just remained stagnant. We could not get her to eat. It is still a huge struggle to get her to. She is one stubborn little baby. After being here over a month, we had to send her to the ship because she was sick and because the nurses there have more time to really focus on just a few patients at once, so they could make sure she eats. She still refused to eat, and they said some of what she was eating was going into her lungs, so they eventually put her on a feeding tube for like a week, so she gained a little weight and they did her surgery.

She came back to the Hope Center, and we struggled again to get her to eat. If she ate and gained weight, we were told they could go home to gain more weight and get older so they could come back near the end of the field service for the palate surgery. Mas-Oudatou would cry and cry when we tried to feed her, and she shook her head No every time. Her mom made a joke that Mas-Oudatou doesn’t want to leave, so that’s why she refuses to eat. Now she is eating a little better, but the mom was very hesitant on whether she could gain as much weight at home, so I think its been decided that they will probably just keep staying with us until her palate surgery, which is such a relief to me. I was getting so worried because for weeks she didn’t gain weight. I didn’t know what else we could do, but its all looking up now.

She is also soooo cute (even with the weird hair) and so fun. She laughs and laughs if you pick her up or if I sit with her she grabs my hands and makes them clap. I’m glad she will be her a long time, and I think her mother is too. At first her mom wouldn’t even look at us; she just looked down and seemed scared. Now she is very proud of the English she has learned, and every single time she sees us, she says “How are you? I’m fine” and “Thank you”.

Our new baby

A little baby arrived this week with one of our buses who her father says is almost 3, but she is the size of like a 10 month old. She can sit but can’t crawl or stand. I’m not sure why her mother couldn’t come with her, but the dad doesn’t seem to know a lot about babies. The first day they were here one of our amazing day crew taught him how to use diapers and told him to wash her every day and got him to go wash the baby’s clothes because she was filthy.

IMG_9822Her skin is cracked really bad, so not only is she very malnourished but also super dehydrated. She had a fever and really bad cough when she got here and had no emotion except crying. I’ve been trying to hold her and hug her and play with her as much as I can. The ship was adament that she needs to eat and drink a lot of water, so yesterday I begged another facilitator to let me work for them, so I could make sure she was getting all she needed. We made some special rehydration water, and I basically stayed with her half the day because the dad would just leave her sitting outside or leave her with this 12 year old girl who is staying here who all the moms bring their baby too anytime they need to wash or do anything. I got her to drink quite a bit of water, and she could even hold the cup and drink it herself. Now she laughs and smiles a lot and seems like she is feeling much better. I’ve taught her to clap and fist bump, which she loves.

Hopefully I will have some good updates and pictures to post of her in the future…

Ortho Kids

As always, thanks sooo sooo much to everyone who is supporting me. This year is definitely more of a struggle financially than last year. I literally couldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for all of you who sponsor me, so it means so much to me.

If you would like to support me financially here, you can donate through Mercy Ships HERE. It is Tax Deductible!

Beginning of the Year in Cameroon

Ulrich (Junior), orthopedic patient, before surgery.

I have never been so stressed or busy in my life! The Hope Center team arrived in Cameroon over a week before the ship arrived because we would be opening almost right after the ship got here. So we got here, did an orientation with our 40 local Day Crew, did what training we could, and started setting up everything that arrived in the Advance container.  The problem was that we only had some space in the Advance container, so we couldn’t put a lot in it. We were also supposed to get another container that had 100 of the beds we needed before the ship arrived, but it got locked up in Customs, so we didn’t end up getting it until 2 days before we opened. We just kept hoping and waiting and waiting some more. We couldn’t do anything else until the ship arrived, and then we knew it would be craziness.

The ship arrived Wed, Aug 16th, but they wouldn’t be able to get our container off of it until Saturday. Then, we were supposed to open Tuesday, but that weekend, they said we were going to receive 166 people on Monday instead of Tuesday! So we had Saturday and Sunday to set EVERYTHING up, and we have a lot of stuff. We also had to set up 226 beds, and that takes a long time. The problem was that Saturday morning we had to take all of our Day Crew to a Mercy Ships orientation on the ship, and they had church Sunday morning. So basically we had half a day Saturday and half a day Sunday to set up. Nope! Not possible. It wasn’t gonna work.

Patients didn’t end up arriving until Tuesday, and it was only like 70 of those 166 on the first day. The rest of the people came on different buses every day for a week. We had a million things to organize, patients to tend to, and I had 4 other Facilitators and 40 Day Crew to train. For 9 days straight, I worked at the Hope Center from 6:30am-8:30pm, and then I would go home and do at least 2 hours of computer work before sleeping for 5 or 6 hours. Some days I was so stressed by the end of the day that if someone talked to me, I would have cried. At the same time, it was such an amazing experience. I love being busy if it is for a purpose. All of this absolutely had to be done! I didn’t have time for sleep or for free time. I think I even lost some weight because I didn’t have time to eat, which was okay by me. My adrenaline was pumping constantly. When I would try to sleep, I kept thinking of what I needed to do the next day and would be grabbing my phone every two seconds to write it down.

Our Patients

On the first couple of days, when we got the Ortho kids, it was the most shocking thing in the world. All of the kids last year had really messed up legs, but I have never seen anything this bad. When some of them sit down, their legs are bent up to where their feet are resting on their shoulders. It’s crazy. Some of their legs look like they are on backwards. How this is even possible is beyond me.

Junior: This boy is like the coolest kid ever to me. His legs are shaped so that in order to walk, he either walks on his calves, or he leans forward and uses sticks to walk around like a spider. He has adapted so well he can do anything. We have these little toy Tonka trucks, and he would rest his legs on the truck and roll around. Watching him play soccer is the craziest thing ever. He can actually do it even though he’s done on all fours, and he does this thing where he bounces his legs around. It’s incredible. He still has so much fun. He’s my hero. It’s funny because he was probably made fun of his whole life, but here he is like a movie star. Everyone has heard of him; everyone wants to take pictures with him. He gets embarrrassed.

We were really nervous about whether he would be approved for surgery because it doesn’t seem like it would be possible to fix his legs. I was so excited when I saw on his badge that he had an Admission appointment. That meant he would definitely get surgery! Since his case was so bad, they decided to do each leg separately. He had the first surgery last week and the second one is today. I went to try to see him in the hospital several times when I was off this weekend, but he was always asleep. I think he was in a lot of pain. He will probably have months and months of rehab because the muscles he has developed are totally different than the ones you use to walk with normal legs. I just pray he can develop them and walk normal.


Youssoufa: I don’t have any pictures of this little cleft lip/palate baby yet because her mother is just now opening up to us more, even after being with us for a few weeks, but the mama has taken pictures of me with her phone, so I think she is getting pretty comfortable. This little girl is 7 months, and I think she was around 8 pounds when she got to us. She is definitely getting bigger though. We have her on a very strict feeding schedule. If the mom doesn’t come to get her formula 8 times a day, we hunt her down. Youssoufa is sooooo cute and always so happy. Its so easy to make her smile. She seems a little behind developmentally because she is always bundled up and sleeping, but we keep trying to get the mom to let us take her out to play. I was hoping we would get to keep her a long time to fatten her up for surgery, but they already plan to do her lip surgery next week. Then, she will need to fatten up more for the palate surgery, but I don’t know if they will go home during that time.

Paul: I also don’t have pictures of this cleft lip/palate baby, but he is the tiniest, most malnourished baby I have ever seen because his cleft palate is so bad that he could not really suck to get milk and the little he did get just went out his nose. Now he is fed with a syringe, and it was really scary at first because they said if he was fed too much his little body wouldn’t be able to handle it, and it could kill him. Thankfully, they admitted him into the hospital for over a week until he got a little bigger. He just came back to us last night. He still looks like a little alien. His skin is all wrinkly because it is stretched bigger than his body because he has lost weight since he was born. His arms and legs are literally sticks. I’m too scared of breaking him to hold him. I’m amazed by his mother for taking such good care of him even though he probably seemed like he was going to die. She is a very strong woman. This little guy is constantly looking around and is so observant. You would think a 2-3 month old baby who was on the verge of dying his whole life wouldn’t seem so aware of everything, but he just seems so smart.

As always, thanks sooo sooo much to everyone who is supporting me. This year is definitely more of a struggle financially than last year. I literally couldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for all of you who sponsor me, so it means so much to me.

If you would like to support me financially here, you can donate through Mercy Ships HERE.


Time Off + Starting out in Cameroon

I made it to Cameroon! We are about to start the biggest, most intense Field Service Mercy Ships has ever had. Same length of time, more patients, more surgeries, more Medical Capacity Building, more volunteers, and a Hope Center almost twice as big as last year. I’ll split this up into 2 sections: My Summer + Cameroon. Each section is long, so if you don’t want to hear about my summer, skip ahead.

My Summer

I left the ship in the Canary Islands on June 20. Because that’s in Europe, it was super cheap to fly elsewhere in Europe. It was actually cheaper to fly to Italy and fly home 10 days later than just to fly home June 20. So basically it felt like my flight plus half my hostel nights were free. I ended up still having to spend more than I would have liked, but things don’t always go as planned.

Italy was beyond amazing. I just had a lot of problems late in the trip. I fell in love with the country and enjoyed everything I did and wished I had more time in each place to do things, but by the end of the trip I was just desperate for home and my mom. The problems started small with finding out there was no AC in any of the hostels, someone stepping on my flipflop and breaking it so I was walking around on hot pavement over an hour trying to find a place to buy new flip flops, showing up to my hostel one night and all my stuff on the ground and someone else on my bed because the hostel randomly decided to move me.

Stuff didn’t get bad until I was going to my third hostel in some tiny town in Tuscany. They said there were always taxis at the train station, so I assumed I could get one. I waited like an hour and no one showed up so I had to walk. It was over a mile with my huge, heave backpack plus a 50lb rolling suitcase. A few minutes into the walk, a wheel on the suitcase broke. I carried it the rest of the way, stopping every minute or so for a break. I was crying by the time I got there. Luckily I went to a winery right after, so I could relax. That hostel was super cool, but I started getting bumps all over and found a tick in my bed, so I assumed they were bug bites.

Then, in order to get the hostel’s shuttle to the train station, I had to go an hour later than my train ticket. I thought it was fine because I thought all of my tickets said you could go at the listed time or up to 4 hours later. I took my first train from there to Florence with no problem, but when I was gonna get a train to Venice, I found out that rule didn’t apply to that ticket, so I had to buy a new ticket because I missed my train. Tickets were twice as expensive, and I had to wait several hours because the next few trains were sold out. Then, I got there, and cars aren’t allowed in Venice, so there are no taxis. I took a water bus but got off at the wrong stop, but it didn’t take me very close anyway. I walked up and down lots of stairs with my 50 lb suitcase and huge backpack and arrived at the location my hostel was supposed to be, but it was nowhere to be found. I walked around forever and eventually found someone who let me borrow their phone. I called the hostel, and the guy told me to wait where I was and someone would come get me. I waited and waited, and no one showed up. Then, I found a shop and asked a woman to look it up online, and the only mention of this hostel was on HostelWorld, which is what I booked it through. And she must have thought I was stupid and just couldn’t find the address, but we went there, and it looked like someone’s home, and we even rang the bell again. Nothing. She called back for me, and the dude said there was no one available to come get me for another hour (after I had already been waiting an hour). I kept asking him to either give me the correct address or instructions, and he refused, so I decided it seemed a little sketchy and not to stay there. The woman who was helping me pointed at a different hostel nearby. I went to stay there, and the next morning a guy in my room told me there were bed bugs in his bed and showed me his arm, and it was covered in bites. The number of itchy bumps on my body was still increasing daily, but they looked nothing like his. Also, we looked at his and other beds, and I saw multiple bugs in each. But I saw none on mine. I told the guy at reception, and he moved me to a different room. By this point the bumps were itching like crazy. I ended up throwing away my nice backpack, suitcase and like 1/3 of my clothes to avoid transporting bed bugs to my mom’s house, and when I eventually got to Lubbock 2 days later, we sealed all of my things I still had in a bag and deep cleaned it all, but the bumps were still multiplying for several days. I probably had like 300+ at some point. Eventually we decided it was probably an allergic reaction to something. I don’t know, but it went away after a while. It was just super miserable for about a week.

During the whole thing, I experienced a lot of generosity and felt like God was taking care of me. A few people who care about me were just doing lots of nice things to help me along the way. One cool story was that in the Venice airport a woman saw my Mercy Ships water bottle and said she volunteered a few years before, and we knew a few of the same people and talked until the plane boarded. The flight left super late, and we arrived in Turkey right before my next flight was supposed to leave. I was about to start running to my gate, and she and her husband found me and gave me $20 and a Starbucks card. I ran about a mile to my gate (I haven’t ran a mile in like 13 years), and thankfully they were running a little late and let me on. This gift from this couple became a huge blessing because I had no American money or credit cards, and I ended up staying at a hotel in Houston, so I wouldn’t give bed bugs to my friend if I had them, and the hotel was supposed to have a free shuttle which didn’t show up, so I had to take a taxi. That cost exactly $20, so it was like God sent me an angel.

My time home was wonderful. I spent most of my time with my mom and nephew. I didn’t think I could love my nephew as much as I loved one of our little patients last year, but I loved him more and more each day. At first, Wyatt didn’t seem very affectionate or want to be held, but by the end he would never let me put him down. A lot of the time I was actually regretting my decision to come back to the ship because he will be a whole year older next time I see him, and its hard to leave my mom for so long, but everyone has to make sacrifices to do overseas missions, and it is almost always worth it.


I made it to Cameroon last Sunday evening. My bags did not. It was a bit scary because I desperately needed some of the stuff in it by Wednesday, but thankfully I got it Tuesday. I moved into the Team House when I got here. It is where I will live all year. Currently we have 19 people living here, but once the ship arrives, that number will go down to 11-14. I’m sharing a room with 4 other girls and a bathroom with 6. Laundry is a challenge. The Hope Center team came last week, but the rest of the people came here to do Advance work before the ship arrives and have been here a few months. I’m friends with a few of them, so it’s been fun, but it will be nice when there are fewer people here. Also, we have a pool!

The Hope Center is so nice. It is going to be amazing. It is obviously much bigger since we will house up to 220 people (probably more occasionally) as opposed to 120, but the arrangement of it all is nice. All of the storage areas are near the office. There are more places for us and the patients to hide from the rain. It is super cool! We have high hopes for the year. So far we have done orientation with our 40 local Day Crew, tried to get to know them a little and already had them working a little. We have set up everything that we put on the container that arrived before the ship (basically 120 beds).

The ship gets here Wednesday, and that’s when everything gets crazy. I’ve been super nervous (or scared) about the next 2 weeks. We will be able to get our Team House stuff off the ship then, but our containers with all of the Hope Center stuff won’t be available until Friday. The Hope Center opens the next Tuesday, and we are supposed to receive 168 patients the first day (potentially some the day before but hopefully not). That means we only have Friday-Monday to set up a whole lot and train all 40 day crew (plus the 4 other Facilitators since I’m the only person who has done the job before). That in itself seems like it will be so hard, but the fact that we have 168 people coming the first day when I am the only one who will know what I am doing. Last year we never had more than 125 people staying at the Hope Center total, and our busiest day we maybe got like 38 new people. We are quadrupling that on our first day. Crazy! But as long as we work hard and have faith, God will make it all work out. But yeah, the Hope Center could definitely use some prayers. I could also use them. We will work as much as possible on Thursday, but starting Friday, I will probably work like eight 10-14 hour days in a row. I know I’m absolutely gonna love the adrenaline and craziness of it all and of having new patients to love, but I’m still just nervous.

We are helping even more suffering people this year, and it will all be worth it. If you would like to walk alongside me to serve Cameroon, please pray and/or consider donating here. I would appreciate any support I can get. I don’t get paid for this work, but I pay to do it. I am thankful to all my supporters, especially because I would have used much more of my savings last year and wouldn’t be able to afford to be here now without y’all.

2 Roosters and 77 Eggs

IMG_8237Two live roosters, 77 eggs, a meal, several sodas and bottles of water. These are the things we were given when a couple friends and I went to visit a bunch of our patients up North, even after repeatedly telling people that no, no, we don’t want or need anything, especially when they are mostly all extremely poor. The patients’ family and village just heard there were white people here from Mercy Ships, and they are all soooo thankful for the healing of their relative that they just want to give us everything. They would also tell us thank you in whatever language they spoke a million times. It’s crazy to have seen most of their conditions before and see that most of them are completely healed and normal now. It was really awesome to see some of the MaxFac patients who had big tumors removed because they were still really swollen even after their surgery, and I kept feeling sad that they still didn’t look normal. But they always tell those patients it takes months for the swelling to go away, and I got to see first hand how true that statement is.

Being a Missionary in the Bush

I go back and forth on whether I would like to be a missionary out in the bush like this woman Sara. When I come to a place like this I see all these things I want to try to make better in these impoverished communities, primarily with nutrition and education of children and equality of women, and when I went to Samsdine’s village, even though they were all Muslim, spoke an obscure language, and the men creeped me out with their multiple wives, I would love to just move into my own little hut and start feeding and teaching these skinny little kids, but I feel like you need to commit to like 5 years or something to truly make differences and not just be like you are forcing your ideas on people.

A scorpion horse spider

Sara, who hosted us, is beyond amazing. It was even a challenge to live there for a few days, and she has done it for like 25 years. No AC (and its super hot all the time). Her only electricity was some battery that had to be charged daily, so one or 2 lights could be on, and we could turn on a tiny fan at night, but at night we were always doing things by flashlight. There were occasionally these huge spiders called “Scorpion Horses” going across the floor, and she had to kill one scorpion while we were there too. There’s also lots of poisonous snakes up there so she said in rainy season, you have to wear closed toed shoes anytime you go outside. There were constantly people showing up at her door with problems or asking for things or just saying hi. Water was a challenge. Running water was off a lot, so you have to go outside to get buckets of water to shower or flush the toilet and everything. Also, she has to boil any water she drinks. I think her internet access was very limited. To fly anywhere, you have to take a 12 hour bus ride to Cotonou, with very nasty bathroom stops on the way. Most bathrooms were just a tiny, flat room with a pipe in the back, and the attendant would just splash the ground with water before you go in to wash out the pee. So you just squat and pee on the ground, and then later someone goes and stands in your pee (mixed with water) to do the same. On top of that, to communicate with people, she’s had to become fluent in 2 languages and has learned some of another (which I could never do). She does it all. She wears an African dress all the time and a headwrap, which is expected of all women to wear. She just wants to love people, save lives, and saves souls. She is such an inspiration!


Our first stop on Saturday was to Adjidjatou’s house pretty far out in some tiny village. Her dad was so excited for us to come even though Adjidjatou had just gotten discharged from the hospital to home on Thursday morning, so we had just seen her, but we really wanted to see her at home with her family and everything. We were greeted by all the kids and the men at first, even though the kids mostly just stare and don’t want to get to close to you. Then, the men set up chairs in the middle of the village for us to sit in, and then like all of the men of the village sat by us (like 30 dudes), no women allowed. At least at this place Adjidjatou and a couple other kids were allowed to come to where we were sitting. I guess we don’t count as being women. All of the women and kids stood on the outer edge of the village, so I was gonna walk around and greet everyone. Once I went to greet one set of women and kids in front of one house and turned to go to the next, all of them were inside. It was like the women weren’t even allowed to talk to me because we were “important guests”. It made me mad. Otherwise, everything was awesome. We were able to hang out with Adjidja and try to play with her shy sister too and all the other kids. Then, when we were leaving, they insisted on giving us 2 roosters, and we protested some, but in this culture to refuse would be rude even if it was done because we know they are poor and need those roosters more than us. The problem was we still had a long journey ahead the rest of the day, and the roosters would have to stay in the hot car but thankfully they survived.


We were off to see my little man next since he was basically 80% of the reason I wanted to come on this trip. His village was only 30ish minutes away from Adjidja’s, but it was much bigger, and we could not get ahold of his mom, so we had no idea where he lived. We drove in and looked for the local clinic because Sara said they would definitely know who the Cleft Lip baby who went to the Ship was. When we found it, no one was to be found at first because it was a Saturday, but then there were people in the back building, but the nurse we delivering a baby, so she and Sara were screaming a conversation to eachother through a wall. The nurse knew of Samsu and told some dude where he lived, so he drove ahead on his motorcycle as we followed. We got there, and it turned out to be his mom’s father’s home, but we were told they were at the husband’s house. So then the dude led us there. We got there and were asking, and someone went to find his mom, and she came running out of a house so happy and surprised to see us. But still no Samsu, so she asks his 5 year old sister to go find him, so she comes back carrying a very grumpy, tired looking Samsu, who did not look to care one bit that I was there to see him. Normally if he isn’t tired and sees me, he runs to me clapping or hands me whatever he is playing with, so that was very disappointing. His mom made him take a bath, which made him more grumpy. We only got a few smiles out of the little guy, and after a while I just rocked him to sleep, which was a first because he always just gets whiney when he’s tired so at work, I just took him back to his mom and she put him to sleep. Also, earlier when we got there, the women put us in some room in chairs because of course we need to sit and not be in the sun (which I still don’t get. Samsu’s mom always saw me get on the ground and get dirty with him and always thought I needed to get up and stay clean because I’m white or something). Most of the kids were too scared to come in the room near us, but would stand just outside staring. After Samsu fell asleep, we gave his mom a lot of healthy supplements and formula (for her newborn niece or nephew whose mom died in child birth). Then we had to wait for his dad to come because he was working out in the fields, and someone went to find him. When he got there, there were some things about him that bothered me and made me worry about Samsu, so please pray for his life and future. Once the men came, women no longer came into our room except to bring us food. They brought us porridge, bottled water, and a large meal. We left after being there a couple hours with a whole bunch of eggs as well (which was got at most subsequent home visits). This visit was probably the only negative aspect of my trip to me. I was so sad we happened to get there when Samsu was tired and not being fun and playful and that it had to be so short. I wish our trip could have been a couple days longer, so maybe I could have spent a night there with his family and had more time with him and to see what his life at home is like. Its so hard to me to know I will probably never see this little boy I love so much again, especially when I see so many things in his world of poverty that could hurt or kill him, but I try to remember how much healthier has gotten thanks to all the nutrition he got and his surgeries. His malaria hasn’t recurred since before his first surgery, but before that surgery he was treated for it 3 times in under 3 months while he was with us. But the job I signed up for is to care for all these patients who need us for a short time and send them away to live their lives. Its hard, but its worth it.

Alfan Kourou

We went to see this little girl on our way back to Sara’s house for a quick visit. She’s the one who got chicken pox the day before she was supposed to have her cleft lip/palate surgery, which was supposed to be the last day they could do that surgery. She was sent back to the Hope Center to be in Isolation, and the ship agreed that if she had healed enough 5 days later and didn’t appear to be contagious anymore, they would do the surgery, which was cutting it very close because chicken pox is usually contagious for 6 days after getting symptoms. Lots of people were praying for her, and she got the surgery and healed so fast and so well. When we went to her village, we again didn’t know where she lived, so we asked if people knew her, and someone went to get her and her grandmother. Alfan Kourou switched from hot and cold to us all the time. Sometimes she would run to me full speed to hug me, sometimes she seemed mad at me, sometimes she seemed shy and scared of me. This time she was very shy. She opened up some while we were at her village but not a lot, but I could still tell she was happy to see us, and of course all of the other adults and children (even though they are usually scared to come to close) are always soooooo excited we came.


Kids After Church

The kids who walked us home and sat staring at us almost an hour lol

The next morning we walked to church from Sarah’s house. Luckily it was only 2 hours instead of 3-5 like most African churches, and it was a challenge for me to stay awake since I had no idea what they were saying. The fun thing was that after church all of the kids wanted to carry our stuff and walk with us home. They all came in and sat on the couches staring at us. There were 16 of them. We got them to sing some, but mostly they just sad there quietly, and anytime I would catch one of their eyes when they looked at me, they would get embarrassed and cover their faces. It was really cute.

One of the kids who walked us home was 14 year old Bake, a little girl we had as a patient for a short while who was in a fire when she was 3 days old. She was brought to Sara’s house, and she basically nursed her back to life for months, but she has severe physical problems. She has no hip bone on one side, and that leg is a few inches shorter so her walk is messed up. She’s got burns all down from her head to her butt. All we could do for her at the ship was put in a metal plate where the back of her skull should be but was destroyed in the fire because if she ever hit it really hard without that protection, it would cause brain damage or potentially kill her. She was so sweet, and her dad said she is in school, but none of the other kids acknowledged her, and her dad says everyone at school just makes fun of her.


Sara called this boy Roger’s parents to say we would come visit and to also tell this woman patient we had to come and to bring her 1 year old Downs Syndrome baby Mutakyu with her. Roger is a teenage boy who had a snake bite on his hand that contracted his wrist to where he couldn’t really use his arm, so we fixed that. I didn’t remember him, but Nicole did because she was a nurse on his ward, so she got to see him. The other patient was a woman who stayed with us about a month waiting on biopsy results about her tumor (which we can’t operate on because it is cancer, so we don’t know how long she will live), and she said its been hurting her a lot lately, so that’s a bad sign. I feel so bad for her and her family. Mutakyu is her baby who is a bit older than Samsu who we decided probably has Downs Syndrome, plus a lot of the other problems that usually comes along with that. At the Hope Center we were able to put him on the Infant Feeding Program even though he wasn’t the patient, and I spent a lot of time playing with him and he blossomed. He got to where he could hold himself up when sitting. When we got there, he was his fun, cute, happy self, but it took me several minutes to get him to start clapping like we used to at the Hope Center, and his mom told Sara that he only does those things for me and that he only has eyes for me and I only have eyes for him. It was cute and funny. She used to say I was his wife, and she even asked me to come home with them when they were leaving. On this trip, she offered to give him to me, which could have been a joke, but I’m not sure. She obviously loves him very much, but maybe she doesn’t know what his future will be when she passes. Sara will keep in touch with the family, and if he gets neglected, she is going to see if an SOS Village will take him in.

Many others

We saw at least 4 other patients the rest of the day, mostly by just showing up to close by where they lived and asking around, and people would go find them. It was really cool seeing everyone, mostly because they were just soooo happy to see us, even if we didn’t have a super close relationship to them. And they were all super, super grateful. It felt weird being on the receiving end of all this gratitude when we are only a teeny tiny fraction of the volunteers and donors and everyone who made it possible for them to be treated. So to all the Mercy Shippers out there, all these people are super grateful for everything you have all done!


An old woman named Baawaeno who had a tumor removed from her face who was sooooo happy we came


I loved Bouba, who had an extreme double cleft lip and palate and looked so goofy before. He was scared of us this day, which I kinda expected. He was scared of us a few days when he first came to the HC, then again right after coming back from surgery, but after a couple days he was so affectionate and cuddly and giggly towards me. We saw him less than an hr on this trip because he didn’t like us, but when we were in the car leaving, he was waving with both hands like he loved us so much. Despite how she appears in the photo, his mom was so happy and grateful that she traveled to a different town and waited quite a while just to see us.


A sweet, hyper little girl named Oumou who stayed with us a long time before and after surgery. She had a very large tumor on her face and is so beautiful now.