Wednesday, September 3, 2014
“To be a doctor, then, means much more than to dispense pills or to patch up or repair torn flesh and shattered minds. To be a doctor is to be an intermediary between man and God.” — Felix Marti-Ibanez
When we first began living at the mission back in 2006, there was a local doctor in training who would come to the house to care for us. He hung IV’s from the bedroom ceiling for my malaria, and wrapped John’s bad ankle, and would exam us and then go back to the hospital to get the medicines we needed. After two years of this wonderful treatment, he left to do advanced studies and become a full-fledged doctor at Bugando Hospital in Mwanza. He quickly realized that all of the other students had computers, and he couldn’t stay up with them, so we provided him with a good lap-top that John set up for medical use. In the meantime, here in Bunda, his wife had started a Christian school and it was growing and doing well. She would come to visit with Karen and bring their small daughters with her. One of those daughters will be graduating from what would be the ninth grade in the U.S. in another week. Dr. Mzuma’s sister also has diabetes, and I have been sharing my glucose testing strips with her. He came to see me the other day to check on my injuries from my fall and pronounced that I was healing but it was going to be really painful for another three weeks. He will be sending a nurse tomorrow with a powerful pain killer to help me get to the point that Ibuprofen will work pretty well. The big news is that he now leaving for Shinyang where he will become a certified cataract surgeon. There are no cataract surgeons in our area now nor have there been for years. It is a huge problem and he will be assigned to this area when he completes his specialty training in two years. So many people have been waiting so long for someone with his skills, he will be a very valuable addition to the medical community here. We don’t have much, but we are very grateful for what we do have. Not every doctor makes house calls, and not every doctor ends them with prayers, but he does. I asked what we could do to help him, and he asked for one of the male puppies when they are ready to go in few weeks--he will get one. His school has grown and will soon be offering secondary boarding facilities as well. He is one of a group of really good men that keep me inspired and convinced that God is actively at work here. He has helped us personally and so many others that he is beloved in this area. We were honored to be invited to his daughter’s graduation. The world is a better place because of him, and I am honored to call him a friend, and to have been able to help when he needed it. If you know people like this, let them know that you appreciate who they are and what they have meant to you. You will both feel better as a result.