Wednesday, June 22, 2011

a prayer for our chrissy


Chrissy Chipriano (who gave me permission to share this) joined our team the end of last September. In her 6 months here, she developed some symptoms that were not completely diagnosable. Following her gut (ok, the prompting of God!) that something was not right, she had every possible test done both in Kampala and then in America. Two weeks ago, surgery showed cancer on her thyroid. Tomorrow, Chrissy will have the remainder of her thyroid removed. Please join us in praying for a successful surgery and a speedy recovery. We love her and miss her here!

Water Water everywhere and not a drop to drink....

Tembo pulling out the root ball!

This is what it felt like living in the rain forest, during rainy season for the past week with a water system that was broken. PRAISE GOD, we now have water flowing and the water tanks are half full (or half empty if you will).

Last week the water stopped flowing. People were forced to carry water from the streams to their houses to drink, wash etc.

We had to send the students at Christ School home for a few days because the water shortage meant we could not cook the normal staples of porridge, and beans and rice. We paid someone to bring a truck load of jerrycans full of water, but we still had several students develop a gastroenteritis.

I consulted Dr. Scott about the urgency and he warned that in the past Bundibugyo had two rainy seasons that coincided with two significant outbreaks of cholera, which took the lives of many people. He said we could not afford to sit and hope the government would take care of the job. So, with two of the technicians trained by Michael Masso we began walking the 6km area of pipe where we suspected the problem. We patched several major leaks hoping this would provide enough pressure to push the water over the hills and into the Nyahuka water tanks. This failed. So I consulted Michael Masso and Josh Dickenson and the internet (looking for "Water Engineering for Dummies" and searching "causes of water stoppages in rural Africa"-google had some interesting tidbits). We also prayed, a lot.

After 4 days of digging and patching, we finally came across the problem. There was a large root ball stuck in a section crushed by a cacoa truck. We patched this area and water began to flow. You would have thought I was Jed Clampett finding oil!

The pipe is still in bad need of repair. There is a 70 meter section with 8 major leaks and a dozen or so more leaks up stream from this area. We hope to do a little more work to make the system a more stable. For now, we have a small tight bandaid on the problem and praying that it will hold.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father's Day Thanks


Not wanting the celebration of Father's Day to be lost in the excitement and busyness of welcoming visitors and our interns, we celebrated Father's Day last Sunday with gifts, cards, prayer, time for a bike ride, grilling "in" and even ice cream. Together with Lilli, Patton, and Aidan, I am grateful for our "SuperDad" more now than ever. WE LOVE YOU, TRAVIS!


We are also blessed by the life of Travis's father, "Poppy" Terry. He is a man of strong conviction, unshakable character, great hugs, funny jokes, a great golf swing, tenderness for his wife, a healthy lifestyle, a patient doctor, and has a deep love for those that are his legacy.


Today, we also give thanks for my dad, "Papa" Gary. He is a man after God's own heart, one who can fix/build anything, has a special connection with animals, a prayer warrior, a sailor at heart (though always living land-locked), cherishes his wife, and considers no greater priviledge than to know "his children are walking in the truth."

Three cheers to these three dads!

Interns, eye exams, flat tires and pizzas!

JD and Loyd arrived to visit their friend Basime Godfrey and to bless us with friendship.

Summer Interns Sarah and Olvie arrived giggling and with big grins!
JD examines Lilli's eyes as she has been having eye pain lately. He also examined Travis's eye and made recommendations for correction. He also examined Aidan and affirmed us in the upcoming surgery for Aidan's eyelid. We are so grateful for his expertise!
Sarah and Olvie getting a taste of life here by washing dishes...with very little water as the water line to Nyahuka is still broken.
As always, a bit of our heart ached as we said goodbye to our visitors as they flew out on MAF. We are grateful for their kindness and encouragement towards us.
On the drive back, we met up with the Nyahuka water technicians who had been working to repair the leaks. Unfortunately, the line has been cut in so many places that it may be quite a while before the local government will secure the funding and repair the line.
As we continued on our drive, we passed a man who was dragging a woman by her shirt down the road. A crowd of children were following. Knowing something was not right, but not knowing what to do, we turned around and pulled over to inquire what was happening. At that point, attention had been drawn and the "mothers" of the community surrounded him and took action. However, that turn popped our front tire. No good deed goes unpunished. In the last week, the road has claimed both of our spare tires. Oh, well.

As we pulled back into our drive, we heard the cheers of the conclusion of the match of the CSB boys playing the CSB OBs (old boys...alums). We were bummed to have missed it. It seems that the students won the game, so I am sure there will be a rematch! The game was sponsored by the newly formed "Bundibugyo Hand of Hope" as a fundraiser for their charity work in the community. We welcomed the interns to their new home by hosting "pizza night" and enjoyed a yummy jackfruit brought by Anna. Even little Aidan made a pizza!

Friday, June 17, 2011

Small Miracles


Rose came into the health center Tuesday struggling to breath, blue lips, unconscious and intermittently convulsing. Her weeping father placed her onto the hospital bed and collapsed on the floor crying. Behind him was Rose’s mother and several women whooping and wailing the cry of death.

We had just lost Jason, the son of my friend and I did not think I could stand to watch another pass away in front of me. I had been struggling with Jesus all week trying to understand why He did not spare Jason’s life.

We diagnosed her with cerebral malaria and subsequent lab showed to many parasites in her blood to count. The nurse Amos was able to put in an IV line. We found the needed medicines but still watched helplessly as the child’s breathing patterns changed and we seemed to be nearing the end. I asked the father if I could pray for the Rose. He blanched and then slowly nodded. I did not understand. The nurse then told me the father presumed I was going to give the last rights to the child. Why else would you pray? Uncharacteristically, I looked the father straight in the eye and said I do not serve a God who only rules over death, but one that gives life. (Inside I was begging Jesus to show us his power.)

After I prayed, I remembered the oxygen concentrator that the Grace team brought last January. After dusting it off, I ran around the health center looking for a power supply. None with 110V power could be found. So I biked as hard as I could to our home and brought back a small generator. When I arrived, the women were wailing and all the mothers in the ward seemed to have gathered around the little bed where Rose was lying. Jessica and Amos had started the IV Quinine. Amy found some artemether at our house and sent it down to the health center for us to inject. We started the machine and oxygen began to stream out. We connected the tubing to Rose and began to pray. Slowly, she regained color. Her body seemed to relax. Feeling a little better, we left the bed to see the other patients.

When I returned that evening with my KaDoctor (ka means little in Lubwisi) to check on Rose, Lilli and I found her already sitting up and smiling with her mother. Praise God for small miracles!

Living at the end of the waterline

Bombo and friends working on the waterline

Over the past 13 years, Michael Masso and many helpers (both Ugandan and missionaries) built a water line from Ngite Falls to Nyahuka where we live. On the way the line branches to many communities and brings clean water to nearly 70,000 people. Before the line was in place, cholera epidemics were regular and annually many people died of this terrible disease. Since the completion of the waterline, there have not been any recorded deaths due to cholera in our area.

Three days ago, the water stopped flowing to Nyahuka. I checked the source at the waterfall and found it to be flowing well. Baffled, I followed the line of taps (many broken) from the waterfall to our town. With each tap the flow was smaller until at the hill just above our house, it stops.

Between the taps there are about a dozen of line breaks where water is spilling onto the land making large mud pits. You would think people would not want these mosquito-carrying, land destroying swamps in front of their house. Surprisingly, it is probably those land owners that cut the line.

It is currently not cocoa season. So, there is no income in our district. However, one can make bricks out of the mud on their land and sell it to make ends meet. There are some houses that are 2 feet above their surrounding yard. Why? Because they have cut away the dirt to make bricks and, over the years, the house has become elevated. Today, I passed one yard and saw mud seemingly flying out of the ground. As I got closer I saw a man digging a hole in his front yard about 5 feet deep and 10 feet long. Behind it was a large stack of bricks he was making.

So, with every mud pit and broken tap I passed, I became more and more angry. Why are people so careless about our waterline? Do they not realize that their selfishness of not replacing leaking taps or cutting lines is leaving thousands of people without water and possibly causing an epidemic that could take the lives of dozens of children?

Then I sat convicted. Why am I only worried about this on day 3 of the crisis? Because it is only now threatening the water supply that fills up the cistern that gives water to my kids; in a few days, we will also be carrying jerry cans of water from the river for our family’s use. I have been thinking “Sure, people can walk to the river with jerry cans and lug them back to their house to boil. If they don’t boil, it’s their fault. This is how it has been for centuries. I have other good work to do at the clinic.” But now it is threatening us. Before this, I was happy to take two showers a day in the stifling heat just to cool off, even if others were struggling. After all, there is plenty of water around. They can figure it out.

Then I became even more angry. The people upstream did not worry about using the water because there seemed to be so much of it. The source, Ngite Falls, is a power full 300ft waterfall that is always flowing. If they took a little just for them, it shouldn’t matter. This is the mentality of our public officials have regarding their “cuts” of money they take for each good will project that comes along. Because of this, we have no blood or medicine at our government health center. None. The money has been sent to local officials for that medicine and blood and it has even been signed for, but still we wait to see any of it reach Nyahuka Health Center.

Then I became convicted. When I reached the people at the source, they seemed completely oblivious that there was any problem 12 km away in Nyahuka Town. If there was, it definitely was not their problem. Water abounded here. This is definitely how I viewed and still view much of life. There are so many resources that surround us in the West. What I use is like dipping three buckets of water out of the Mississippi River. What I did not realize is that with all of us taking out three buckets, there is nothing left at the end of the line. And, here at the end of the line, children are dying, one to two out of every five children born die before they reach the age of five. Most children do not attend secondary school. Most women and their daughters do not know how to read. Almost half of the children are malnourished which causes physical and mental growth stunting.

Frustrating days like these make me want to pack up and move back to the US. But now I am realizing, that even if we did, my heart would still ache for my friends suffering at the end of the waterline.

Post script: (Amy writes) Travis has located a man with water experience and is meeting with him right now to examine the leaks and try to bring some repairs. At CSB, students have been going to the river with jerry cans for water and some have now complained of stomach issues. Lorry trucks have now brought clean water for the kitchen to use for their meals which have been delayed due to lack of water.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

birth announcement



We are happy to announce the birth of a baby girl to our neighbors, Majerie and Salo! She is a healthy, pinkish, much loved, little bundle with a head full of hair!

I am also grateful for the ongoing health of Baby Jotham, son of my dear friend Loy, bursur at CSB. Last December, Loy had an emergency C section in Kampala and we are grateful for the saved lives of both mother and baby. She is doing a good job feeding him as this chunk is less than 6 months old!
Praise God for healthy babies in Bundibugyo!