Morning wake-ups in Haiti are the best ever. Our windows are always open, though they are screened. The early morning sounds of roosters crowing and children playing, laughing, and singing before school begins is one of the best sounds I've ever heard and I love to awaken to this.
Marcia, Lauren, and I oversleep this first morning because we are so exhausted. Breakfast is at 7 and we awaken at 7:15! All three of us jump out of bed and quickly dress and head down to the dining hall for eggs and papaya, and my favorite coffee — Haitian. We eat very quickly and begin a tour of Canaan since this is Lauren's first trip.
Our first stop is the school and there is so much positive progress since I was last here two years ago. Classical music plays in the three classrooms: pre-school, elementary/middle-aged, and the older high school kids. Some of the teachers are volunteers from America and others are paid Haitians. I so admire the teaching staff that comes to volunteer with only room and board and meals. They stay for the year to give the kids continuity. Canaan kids learn English, as well as their native Creole.
Marcia, a retired Kindergarten teacher, stays to help in the school. I take Lauren on down for a tour of the Canaan clinic.
Jordan is the American clinic administrator, which is a needed addition, as he is here volunteering for a long while and keeps track of the medical supplies and medications. He collaborates with the Haitian clinic doctor, Dr. Jean Robert, as well as any American doctors who arrive on medical missions.
Lauren unpacks the medicines from CoxHealth and I unpack and sort the supplies. The new clinic has a room for each.
Dr. Tony Hlavacek, the pediatric cardiologist who leads this trip, checks a 12-year-old girl who has been brought in. She has severe heart disease: a mitral-valve beats furiously and without surgery in the states, her prognosis is not good. A host family, host hospital and transportation are needed. Now, she cannot lie down or her lungs fill with fluid.
One of the children Dr. Ric Bonnell looks at is covered with a raging fungus, tinea, commonly called ringworm. A previous doctor misdiagnosed this and the child was put on an antibiotic, which sent the yeast spreading viciously from head to toe. Ric pulls the antiobiotic and administers steroids and fluconozale, both provided by CoxHealth, in hopes to begin clearing this up and giving this child some relief.
Tuesday is also Medika Mamba day at Canaan. This is the malnutrition program that saves lives. We head to that building and work with Caroline Gast, who has volunteered for two years in this position. She now speaks fluent Creole and is truly a miracle worker, saving lives every day. Mostly mothers, but some fathers, walk miles and miles to enroll their malnourished children in this program, which follows strict guidelines. Lauren catches this little girl for a picture because she, like Lauren, is wearing Tom's shoes! We are elated to see in the clinic boxes of Tom's sent from the company and that Caroline gives them out to the children who arrive barefoot (we are all traveling in our Tom's).
Today, eight boys from a very poor neighboring orphanage are brought over to test for malnutrion. Six apply and we learn that there are more children at this orphanage, just down the road. When the last Mamba child is seen, we get into the truck and drive 15 minutes to visit this orphanage. It is sobering and eye-opening for all of us. We promise to return to take all the girls under age 12 for complete physicals and to test for malnutrition.
Caroline, Marcia, and I spend the remainder of the afternoon hiking up a dirt road into the mountainous Haitian countryside. Caroline is used to this steep, rugged walk in the hot 90 degree sun, but Marcia and I chug along, huffing and puffing. We pass people hauling water, farmers, goats, donkeys, cattle, and children who would like us to relinquish our water bottles and cameras. ... we greet everyone with a "bonsoir."
We arrive back at 5:30, barely time to clean up before dinner. My evening will be spent journaling about this amazing day. Pase bon nwi.
