GONE, GONE, GONE!!!!
As of 23 February 2018 Kenya has been declared free of this horrible little worm...guinea worm (dracunculiasis). It means that no case has been diagnosed for the last three years. Most of the cases were coming with refugees from S Sudan and I saw hundreds of them when I worked in S Sudan. One poor man had at least 66 worms come out of his body! But now S Sudan is also free of guinea worm! Last year there were only 26 cases in Chad and Ethiopia. That's a big improvement from the 400,000 cases world wide in 1988. Very big credit goes to the Carter Center which has been leading the eradication program. Only one disease has been eradicated from the face of the earth...small pox. But guinea worm and polio are in a big contest to see which will be the second. So exciting!!!!
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MARJ, TED, SUSAN |
Recently the new Executive Director for our Maryknoll Association, Ted Miles, came to visit with our Director of Missions, Marj Humphrey. After prayer and reflection I have decided to go home to live with my mother in Urbana Illinois beginning on July 1st. We are both getting older and I can feel the Spirit beckoning. I know this is the right decision. After discussions with Ted and Marj I will continue as a Maryknoll Lay Missioner working in Mission Education and Advancement, mainly in the Midwest. I am gradually saying thank you in my goodbyes. I have been so blessed to have served in Tanzania, South Sudan and Kenya since 1985. I am a very fortunate woman to have been able to follow Jesus as a lay woman in the Catholic church. Now it will be my chance to help others to join us and support us in the many ways that are possible.
I recently saw a man my age who was very thin and had been brought by his son from a small village three hours away to see 'the doctor'. He was taking medicines for HIV and had been diagnosed by a traditional healer to have cancer of the throat. The only other medicine he was taking was an antibiotic for the pain! (Of course, antibiotics do not help pain at all!) Huge tears rolled down his cheeks as he struggled to speak. It took great control to prevent tears welling up in my eyes too. After a thorough history and exam he did in fact have throat cancer. It had caused a very large ulcer that had destroyed his left tonsil. There was a tumor the size of a golf ball on his left jaw. The pain was preventing him from sleeping...#10 on a scale of 1-10...and he could hardly swallow. What he needed was liquid morphine. I taught the Congolese doctor working at this hospital how to refer patients to the hospice in Mombasa, which is the only place to get this medicine. I also taught him about palliative care.
We started him on the liquid pain medicines we had at hand and two days later I was able to send the morphine with our Health Coordinator. When I explained all of this to him and his wonderful son he began to smile. He asked me to come visit him at his home...a sign of immense gratitude. Before any analgesics were given the tears had given way to a smile. I could hardly believe it. All we had done was listen to him and give him hope that there was medicine that could decrease his pain.
In all my years here I wish I had listened more. Listening is one of my goals for this Lent. To listen to the people I disagree with, the people who insult me, people in pain and people who don't seem to make sense to me. And then reply with love. It is the best medicine.
I have recently finished reading a book written by Kate Henessey entitled Dorothy Day: the world will be saved by beauty. Kate is Dorothy's granddaughter and I couldn't put the book down. I will leave it in Kenya so that people here will have the chance to read it. Don't miss the chance yourself!
MAY THE PEACE OF DOROTHY DAY BE WITH ALL OF US