Clinics in Port au Prince

It really says something when a bar of soap becomes one's most prized possession. Oh the simple things you learn to appreciate...from a flushing toliet instead of a hole in the ground, water from a faucet even if you still cant drink it, a bed with a pillow instead of a slab of concrete and your suitcase. The hard part to digest is that I will likely be here for a few more weeks but then I will return home, the people that I have been meeting don't have that option. This is it, this is home.

Clinic days have continued throughout most of this week. I cannot even believe that I will have been here for yet another week already. The past two weeks have flown by. Monday's clinic was in a tent city in Leogene, Tuesday's in Vil Paradise, and yesterday's was in Gressier. It is amazing how quickly word spreads that there is a clinic in town and the numbers of people flooding in are astronomical. Apart from my camera work my job this week continues to be wound care assistant. This is funny to me that i should have ended up in this category, as I have an incredibly weak stomach. I will say that God must have equiped me since I have arrived because I have not had one issue adapting. We have seen quite a lot of malnurished babies who may not survive, it's heartbreaking. It makes one feel incredibly helpless. What is the answer? Is there one?

*Note: The photos above were from yesterday's clinic in Gressier. It is funny how as soon as the "Blanc" (white people...that's what we are referred to as) come to town...the schools let out and people start coming from everywhere! The public schools in Haiti do have their children wear different uniforms for each of the schools so it is easy to differeniate who goes to which school.