a bend in the road

The last time I updated this was the evening I was waiting for Kathryn to arrive. She did, and we spent 10 days together, visited old friends, took a trip downtown on the MetroVia, so she could see if it was still as bad as it was last year (it was), we spent 2 days out at Playas at camp, 2 glorious days of rest and relaxing, where I was able to stay on the beach as long as I wanted to, with nobody needing me for anything!! I read, slept, walked and played in the waves - it was wonderful! Then we went to Quito and Otavalo for a few days, and then suddenly the 10 days were all over and she was gone!

And today I booked flights for me to go back to Canada for a time. This is hard for me to write about, but this blog is about the journey I'm on, and this is part of that journey, and those of you who are following my progress need to know about the bends in the road too. While Kathryn was here with me, we got news that my sister-in-law is losing her battle with an aggressive brain tumour, and her time with us here is getting short. And so I'm going home, I need to be with my family now. It's hard to be so far away, with something like this happening, I need my family, and they need me. But at the same time it is hard to leave here, knowing I'll be gone awhile. There are so many thoughts in my head right now - who will do what I've been doing here, who will look after my patients, how will it feel to be in Canada for a few months, how hard will it be to adjust back here when I come back...? But I'm doing what I have learned to do, follow where God leads, and trust Him for all of this. He is faithful, loving, and will be with each of us every step of the way on this dificult road that this family is now walking. He has promised that - "I will never leave you nor forsake you". Never.
"But I trust in your unfailing love" Psalm 13
I am re-reading a book by David Jeremiah - When Your World Falls Apart. It's a good one.

It's all over, camp season is done, and it's kind of sad. It's a wild and crazy time, these 2 months of camp, people coming, people going, planning, buying huge amounts of food, more planning, groups arriving, groups missing bags, groups leaving....And then there's camp itself - all the kids, games, noise, cooking huge amounts of food, fun, crises both large and small. Serious times, too - devotions, counsellors spending time talking one on one to kids, campfires when kids often make commitments to God and allow Him into their lives, and stand up to tell everyone. Beach time, trying to keep track of all those bodies in the huge waves. And of course, music. We love to sing, and we do it with gusto!
In between those weeks of camp we come back to the city and try to fit in bits of normal life too, whatever normal life here may be! For me that means visits to patients, checking on progress, and going to doctor visits with people, as well as tryng to keep up with email and this blog!!!
So it's been chaotic, but very good. Looking back at it all now from this end of it, it has been a wonderful time, so many kids of all ages spending time at that camp, and being blessed by their time there. And it has been so good to watch the campers from past years now directing and leading and counselling younger kids. They all did a fabulous job, and I'm so proud of them!
The last week was for the older kids, and for me that was the best week, I really enjoyed that time. The whole week went really well, somehow it just all came together and was great. The speaker who came from Quito was excellent, the best we've had, in my humble opinion, he was real, and he geared his messages to his audience. He spoke, and the kids listened, all of them.
Medically, it was a peaceful week, almost nothing but the most minor of problems....until Thursday afternoon. I was at the beach and someone came to get me, a kid back at camp had been doing backflips and landed one badly and injured his arm. Sure enough, it looked pretty broken to me, but we took him into playas and got an x-ray done, and yes, he had broken both bones in his lower arm. Nobody in Playas is able to deal with such a problem, so we splinted it, gave him pain meds, and kept him at camp for the night, and sent him home the next morning. I'll tell the rest of that story another time, it's not over yet!!
When I got back from Playas after getting the x-rays, there was literally a lineup of people with problems - fever, headache, bumps, bruises, sprains - it just all fell apart all at once!
Then Friday at lunchtime, someone told me that Richard, the young guy who suffers from epilepsy, poorly controlled, had been sick since the previous day, not keeping anything down. When I went to see him, he was barely responding to us calling his name. There wasn't much I could do for him, and with his epilepsy I felt he would be better in the city with access to doctors, and we hired a pickup truck to take him back.
But..... on Saturday when we got home, I discovered that he was still very sick, his mother hadn't taken him to a doctor, and he was worse than he had been. I went to see him, and off we went to Emergency, my second trip there in less than 3 weeks - they're getting to know me there! He was stabilized and stayed in until Monday, he's better, but not himself, and we're still working on him, he's getting tests done and I think we may have found us a good neurologist.
So it's always something, and you never know what that something is going to be!! I was very happy to have a doctor from Nova Scotia around this week, he came with a group to work on the new house at camp, and I was able to have a couple of sessions with him, to ask many questions, and gets lots of useful knowledge, and on Saturday we went together to visit a couple of households where I needed some real medical input. What a huge help that was, and don't I wish I had a doctor around here more!!!
As I write this, Kathryn, my daughter is en route here for a visit, for 10 days. We're both looking forward to some time together, it's been awhile. Might even get some rest time in there too.
link to camp photos: http://picasaweb.google.ca/heathermoore21/Camp2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCNvat9iAm-6a8QE&feat=directlink

3 down, 1 to go

...that's weeks of camp I'm referring to - we've already got the end in sight. Since I last wrote on this blog we've had 2 weeks of camp for children, one for the kids from Bastion, then a week off, and last week was for the children who live in the little community of Arenal, right around our camp. This was a first for us, but it was felt that we've been a presence ( a very noisy presence too!) for 3 or 4 years now, and it was time for some outreach to the community that we're a part of. At Christmas there was a program one Saturday for the kids and parents, and that was a huge success, but how would a week of camp be? It was a bit of a challenge to get registrations at first, up until 2 weeks ago there were still only 20. It was understandable, the parents don't know who we are, it's a very Catholic community, what would they be letting their kids in for?? And to have them stay overnight too?? So here we are, with 20 kids signed up for a camp that holds 150 kids, plus staff. And a team coming from New Jersey, all ready to help out at this camp in Ecuador. It was looking like there would be 2 or 3 staff to each kid! But by the time Saturday rolled around, God had been working and 90 kids in all were welcomed at the gate by drums and Barney and a couple of other characters all dressed up in very warm suits (poor guys inside nearly died of the heat!). There was a group of 26 kids from Arenal, a group from the town of Playas, some boys from Burke Horst's soccer team, and a handful from another community outside of Playas. And a group of kids from another church in Bastion. So with leaders and directors and cooks and a nurse, we had a full camp for the New Jersey group to be part of. And it was a great week! All these kids from an assortment of backgrounds all got on fine, and had a wonderful time, singing, playing, hearing stories from the Bible, learning memory verses with actions! And playing on the beach and eating lots too. There were only a few sick ones, compared to the week for the Bastion kids where we had a virus go through, producing high fevers and very miserable little kids.

I had a delayed start to the week, I was to have left on Sunday morning with the group, but had a message saying that one of the ladies (a school mum who goes to church in block 6) was "mal" and asking for prayer. Turns out she had severe abdominal pain, so I went to see her on my way to church, and then never got to church, or camp either. Her pain was so bad that I felt she should go to hospital, and not wait until Monday to see the doctor. So we rounded up a taxi to come and get her, and took her to emergency, my first experience with emerg here. And really it wasn't a bad experience, other than it taking awhile to get on with it. I had to remind them that she needed an ultrasound, but once it was done, things began to move! She had 2 enormous ovarian cysts, one of which was twisted, and had to come out. So before I knew it, I was signing papers authorizing them to do surgery, and she was up the elevator and into the OR before we had time to get used to the idea. And half an hour later the surgeons called me to the window of the OR suite, and there in a basin were the culprits - one grapefuit sized cyst and the other one even bigger! You've never seen anything like it - poor lady, no wonder she hurt.

So she's much better now, went home after 3 days, and is doing well. And I went to camp the next day, where it was much less exciting, but more fun!

Now this week is off and then we're back to camp next week, with the older youth from Bastion. This is the week that my home church ForestView is sponsoring, I know many will be praying. I'm looking forward to seeing what God will do with this group.

Once again the weeks have flown by, more than a month has gone by since my last post. So much has happened.....the school year ended, the grade 6 class graduated, although some of those kids look far too small to be heading for high school, but that's where they're going in April!

And the camp season is upon us, with all the work, and lack of sleep, and and happy times that that means! The first week is over already, plus a long weekend of preparation and teaching for all who will be working at camp as counsellors and helpers. We have had 2 groups from Canada come and go, one group came to camp and the other went to Santo Domingo de Onzole, in the jungle, to work on the crumbling school there, fixing it up. An astonishing amount of food has been purchased, transported to camp, and eaten! Last week was for the "adolescentes", junior youth, there were about 150 or 160 there, and can they ever move food!! Carlos and Alex were the directors for the week, and they kept everybody on the move, with a schedule that would have worn out strong men. This included waking everybody up at 3am on the first night, to go out and play games - not the most popular of sports! On Friday morning we all headed off for a VERY long walk along the beach, stopped after 1/2 hour for a picnic breakfast and devotions, then another long walk further along, a stop to play games, and then finally the walk (or run) back to camp. This turned into a race for those who were up for it, first ones back earned a pile of points for their team. I was NOT up for the walk back, so returned by bus and was there with water for the returning victims! There were a few casualties of that morning for this nurse to deal with.

Visiting groups often means missing luggage, which has to be retrieved when it eventually arrives, and both of last weeks' groups arrived without some bags. With everybody who lives here fully occupied last week, I was the one who had to do the retrieving, and I now consider myself the missing bag expert! My experience in not taking "no" for an answer from guards at the hospital served me well at the airport too. All bags were successfully got and sent to their owners, 4 of whom were far away in the jungle.

And I now have an adventure of another kind to add to my list. On my way back to camp after one of my airport trips, I was robbed, thus joining the ranks of the many Ecuadorians who have been robbed. I was waiting for the bus to Playas, at a place that is well known for being dangerous - I wasn't alone, and I've been there before. As the bus arrived, Ivan went to put under the bus the suitcase I had retrieved the night before, and as I headed for the door of the bus, I was surrounded by a bunch of guys who came from nowhere, and they just crowded tight around me, so I couldn't get on. I had no idea what was happening, until I finally got onto the bus, took my backpack off and there were 2 zippers wide open. Oh no, that's not good. So with a sinking feeling I looked at my purse, and it was open too, and with the sinking feeling getting deeper, I put my hand in and of course, my wallet was gone. Not a happy find anywhere, but it felt like a disaster being so far away from home. In my wallet were my credit card, bank card, driver's license, the all important and just renewed Censo (the Ecuadorian ID card I have to carry with me), and assorted other stuff, including cash. So we raised the alarm and were dropped at the police station, and details were taken and we all knew we'd never see any of it again. Ivan went on to camp, and I crossed the road and got a bus home, to deal with my missing stuff. Cancelled my cards, and within an hour of doing so got a call, and the end of a very long story is that most of my cards were returned to me. I paid for the privilege, but I was so glad to have that censo back that it didn't matter. There is cause to think that I may have paid the thieves for my stuff, but hey - I got it back. Problem is I had cancelled my bank card and I was completely unable to pursuade my bank in Canada to reinstate it, so I have a slight cash flow problem until my new one comes, but that's in sight. So I have new experience under my belt, and am now rather more wary than I was, I've learned a new techique for carrying a backpack, and at the end of it all I'm very thankful. I was not threatened at all, didn't even know it was happening, and I'm fine. All I lost was stuff, inconvenient - yes, but not the end of the world. I eventually went back to camp that evening, and went back to many hugs and lots of TLC. And that was a reminder of what is more important than stuff. And although it didn't feel like it at the time, I know that God was still watching over me, and kept me safe.

"The Rain"

One week ago, it rained hard for the first time in many months. We were ready for rain, looking forward to it, it's been getting hotter and hotter since December began, and so dry and dusty and brown. It needed to rain, it tried to for a few days, and finally last Friday night, the heavens opened. And so arrived "winter" here, the rainy season. It has rained every day since last Friday, and will keep it up for the next 3 or 4 months. Sometimes light rain, sometimes tropical downpours that have to be seen to be believed. Downpours that are like waterfalls from the sky, pouring down onto a city that can't handle that much water arriving at one time. So streets flood, houses flood, streets of Bastion that were dry, hard packed and dusty a week ago, become huge mud puddles.

I have to be honest - I haven't dealt with this first week of the rain very well. It brings major and minor inconveniences with it, and I'm a pampered Canadian, not used to having to deal with these things in my life. The first rain brings out the "grillos", rather large (big ones can be a good 2 inches long) members of the cricket family. I have no problem with crickets, I've always quite liked them, you can't beat the sound of crickets on an August evening. But these are crickets on a whole different scale, they're way bigger than Canadian crickets, they come into the house at night through every little opening they can find, fly up at you from nowhere, chew holes in your clothes, and if one gets into your bedroom, the noise will keep you awake all night. My cat has proven useless at dealing with them, she plays with them for a few minutes, then loses interest. So I think this is the real reason for wearing flip flops here, there's always a weapon ready, pull one off, one quick smack, and that's another one dispatched.

Then there's the river of rainwater that has been flowing through my kitchen from under the door. Someone cleverly designed the bit of concrete that's outside the back door to slope towards the house, so that really only leaves one place for the water to go. The other night there was a mighty thunderstorm, knocked out the power and torrents of rain came down. So I was out the back door, ankle deep, in the pitch dark with a flashlight clasped between my knees, trying to find somewhere else for all that water to go. Then there's the matter of laundry - it's so humid that it won't dry, by the time it does it has that nasty smell. Everything is damp, green slime is already growing in places, I think maybe even on me!! And it's suddenly much hotter, feels that way anyway with the humidity. And the mosquitoes are out in hordes..... It's all made me feel a tad cranky!

But I have absolutely no business complaining, because then I go to visit Bastion. And all the difficulties that I'm dealing with in my comparative luxury, are there in those homes too, only magnified and multiplied. It only took 2 rainfalls to turn the streets into mud, so the water that flows into those homes is muddy, and it comes in the many holes in their roofs, and between the slats of the bamboo walls. They can't get washing dry either, and they don't have an nice empty upstairs room to hang it in. School is almost finished, so that means little kids all underfoot inside tiny houses. Every errand becomes a huge challenge of negotiating your way through all that mud, trying to find the least mucky route. And that stuff is slippery! It's so easy to fall, and you don't really want to go down in that. Really you don't!

So I have nothing but respect for the people who live in Bastion and the many other squatter areas just like it. They don't lie down and give up, like I've been tempted to do, they just get on with it, and do what they have to do to keep on surviving, and I've even seen them smile, yes even laugh about

it. If they can, so can I!!

...and Happy New Year!!

.....and I thought Christmas in Ecuador was different - then along comes New Year's eve!! Now that was different! I had some inkling of what was to come, I was warned, but I was not quite prepared for the reality of the event. The custom here, all over Ecuador apparently, is to build or buy "viejo's" or old men, which are figures made of papier mache or old clothes stuffed with paper. Around Bastion, all the ones I saw were made. For a week or so before the end of the year, everywhere I went I saw these figures under construction. They are anywhere from little, 2 feet high or so, up to HUGE - where a ladder is required to build it. They represent the old year, and are burned at midnight. Firecrackers are added to the contents, to add to the interest.

if you need a head for your viejo, here's where you can buy one Janna, William & I at Marlene's, where we had our first dinner

So on the 31st, everybody is out and about, visiting and talking, and waiting for midnight. I went over to Bastion and did some visiting, had one full meal of chicken and rice at one home, then went on to another home, where I was given another full meal...of chicken and rice! I was there at that home at midnight, when it all broke loose. We went outside, and the scene was incredible - all the viejo's are put in piles all along the street and set on fire. The fireworks inside explode, everybody tosses in more explosives to make yet more noise. The house I was at was at the top of the hill in block 6, and we were on a balcony upstairs, so could see for miles, over Bastion and much of Guayaquil too. And it is going on everywhere!! Fires, fireworks, explosions...it has to be experienced to be fully grasped! And it went on for a very long time. I got home at 2am and there were still very big bangs around here. Feliz Ano, everybody!!!!

Merry Christmas...

Christmas has come and gone, I was away from home for it for the very first time ever in my life, and I survived it. It has indeed been strange, it never really felt like Christmas to me, but other than some homesickness in the week before, which is to be expected, it passed happily. I didn't miss a lot of what Christmas involves in Canada, but I surely did miss my family - especially my little grandaughter! But I am so very thankful for Skype, which allowed me to be in touch, and even to open stockings together with some of the family on Christmas morning! But I was busy, out and about, visiting and eating, and experiencing Christmas in another culture.

There were kids' events - one at camp, where there was a program put together by many of the young ones from Bastion for the children of the community around camp, a full house at camp, lots of local kids and parents

a christmas craft - sand dollar ornaments - sand dollars are prolific on that beach

and then the party for all our kids of "Esperanza de Bastion" on the last day of school. Papa Noel made an appearance at both of those events, and a lot of kids had a lot of fun, and Christmas was made a little more special for them than it might have otherwise been.

The big day for Ecuadorians is Christmas eve, that's when families get together, have their gifts, and a special dinner. I was invited to spend that time with the Lucas family in Block 10, along with other "orphaned" Canadians. It's a huge party all over Bastion, firecrackers going off everywhere, music coming out of speakers the size of a car, street parties. "Silent Night" it is not!! Everybody goes outside to countdown to midnight, then it's hugs and "feliz navidad" all 'round, then you go in and have your dinner. Bedtime was somewhere around 2am!

On Christmas day, we 3 Guayaquil Canadians, Janna, Luke and I headed off to Playas to stay with the Horst family, and I am now able to say that I was on the beach on Christmas Day (it's been a goal)!! And much of Boxing day too. And I have to say, if you can't be with your family at Christmas time, then digging your toes into the sand at the Pacific ocean is the next best thing!!! We had a great Christmas dinner and a group of Canadians living in Ecuador had a happy time together.