Author name: Gospel to Haiti

   A time to be born, and a time to die….which was it on Wednesday night?   Anita and I were in the house, thinking of a relaxing evening, when we got the call that there was a lady in labor at the clinic. We put on our scrub tops, and headed right into it. Supper […]

   As 6 PM rolled around Wednesday evening I was thinking that it is going to be a quiet evening with no clinic calls, and everyone will be able to relax. That thought was quickly brought to a halt when a horse pulls up to the mission gate and someone helps a man down and

I thought you’d be interested in seeing our doctor. His name is doctor Beneche, sounded out as “Benish”. He comes out every Friday, the nurses try to keep the worst cases for him to look at when he comes. A quick update on this gentleman with the large open sore on his hand, it looks a

A little peek of some of the clinc staff at work!!!     Vicson, he’s one of the gate gaurds, he is always listening toBible on his mp3 player.  People sitting with a number, waiting for their name to be called  Fre. Direk, he fills out the dossiers when they come in andalso where

     “Don’t fall!” I find myself trying to keep a grown man on the table as I stick a cotton-tipped applicator deep into his finger below a huge, open sore.     “It hurts.” You can imagine him moaning.      “I know,” is about all the comfort that I can supply, as I

   “I wonder why Steve stopped at the clinic,” Delwyn asked me as we drove passed around 9:30 on the way home from our traditional Sunday evening trip up the mountain to the orphanage.     This little 4 year old girl had been hit by a falling rock that came tumbling down the mountain, Miss

Well, the babies have continued coming with amazing frequency in comparison to our normal 4-5 births a month.  By the 15th of March, we had a total of 7 births at the clinic.  This past week 2 of the deliveries came on Mis Leda’s day on call so this is her with the last baby.

    “Now this IS a cute baby!”I told Anita. I am just washing the curly head of a new baby.    “You almost always say that,” she reminded me. Little cutie!     “Oh, I know.” I shrug and giggle. “Some just really are,” I excused myself. “And then some aren’t.” This is the

Sterilizing Normally you see these instruments in those bloody stitch job posts.  After a few weeks we accumulate quite of stack of dirty instruments, and then it’s time to dig out the sterilizer, roll up your sleeves and set to work.  (I have to say it’s one of those less favorite jobs.)   Here Rhoda and Megan