It's like summer camp--sort of.

My new home for the month. It's called the Green House. Not sure why. It's white.

Donna Wright, who has been here several times for Global Health Ministries and is arriving in about a week, described staying in the compound as akin to summer camp and it is a very accurate description. I arrived home from the hospital a bit after 3 and from then on until it got dark, it was a steady stream of visitors. Paul, my guide on the train, stopped by to check in, Solange, the woman who bakes bread here came with her delivery of still warm bread and croissants, Jacqueline stopped by to say hi. A few produce vendors and artists selling their works came by, and the guy collecting money for the hen house tried to get me to donate again, still unsuccessfully.
Tomorrow is home visit day. I will put the motorcycle helmet and jacket donated from sweet Michelle to good use!

This little girl is 11 and fell out of a tree, got a thorn in her heel, which became infected and, from the sounds of it, spread to the heel bone, which has now been removed. She gets around on crutches. 

The little guy in the middle had an inflammatory bowel condition and had a colostomy done some time ago.  He's here now to have it reversed tomorrow. His dad is on the left and William, the social worker I am working with is on the right. I wish I had access to a printer here, because everyone wants a copy of the pictures I take. 

Remi on the left, William on the right. Paulina in the middle is 3 weeks out from abdominal surgery for gastric cancer. She looks to weigh about 50#. When she began to have belly pain in November, she was treated in her village for probable witchcraft being committed against her. Her son is a nurse in the ED here, and when he saw her, brought her to the hospital immediately for care.