Promises Broken
Confidentiality has always been a word that has had to be obeyed in my "grown up" life. Always it is talked about in hospital/clinic settings. As a pastor's wife, I had many opportunities to learn to keep things confidential in the church setting, also.
So now that I am beginning my journey at the mission clinic, Confidentiality takes on a whole new meaning, because the missionary community is very close knit. Even though there are over 1,000 foreigners working here, we are brought together closely due to our social needs and our children's needs. So as friends come into the clinic it is at times can feel a bit awkward. However, we (the professionals) are good at putting on our professional hat and then it all becomes business.
When John showed up at the clinic 3 weeks ago, I promised I would not write a blog about him. Who knows how many x-pats are reading my blog? chuckle But John.....this problem of yours is now effecting my family quite personally so I'm afraid that promises must be broken.
John, Wendy, Matthew and Kinley, were waiting at the Sentani airport that hot December morning when we finally arrived. They welcomed us with open arms and helped feed us and adjust over those first few weeks when we were not brave enough to use our illegal car. Most Saturdays you will find them at our house as we enjoy fellowship with each other.
About 3 weeks ago. John decided to follow up on some sharp pains he was having right below his sternum. As a pilot flying in the bush, you don't need to be dealing with sharp pains that leave you doubled over. Without going into to much detail their whole family decided to go to Jakarta and take care of several different medical issues that simply cannot be dealt with here in Papua.
So when Darron and Aubrey went, guess who was there to greet them at the guest house? Yes, none other then this family. As diagnostic tests would tell, John would need to go on to Malaysia to have surgery for gallstones and Matthew and Kinley would fly home with Darron and Aubrey and stay with us for however many days it takes for the surgery, recovery and return trip home (shortest time, one week).
I sent a text to Wendy to say that I did not feel Aubreys delay in surgery was all coincidence. But for such a time as this, Darron and Aubrey were in Jakarta to accompany their boys back home. So Friday morning at 10 a.m. after flying all night and dealing with planes that had issues and long lay overs in airports in the middle of the night.....I welcomed home my family and Matthew and Kinley.
Aubrey is coping well. He currently only has use of his pointer finger and thumb. His pain level hovers at 2-3. In approximately 5-7 more days we can remove the "cast" and begin cleaning and moving his fingers.
The week will zip by with 6 boys bounding around the house. As I write this, it is only 19 days until the boys and I depart to America.
In the meantime....sorry John for promises broken. I think this story went beyond the realms of confidentiality. Wishing you and Wendy, God speed. Please pray for their family this week as they sacrifice being separated and doing what has to be done so that they can serve at the end of the world.
So now that I am beginning my journey at the mission clinic, Confidentiality takes on a whole new meaning, because the missionary community is very close knit. Even though there are over 1,000 foreigners working here, we are brought together closely due to our social needs and our children's needs. So as friends come into the clinic it is at times can feel a bit awkward. However, we (the professionals) are good at putting on our professional hat and then it all becomes business.
When John showed up at the clinic 3 weeks ago, I promised I would not write a blog about him. Who knows how many x-pats are reading my blog? chuckle But John.....this problem of yours is now effecting my family quite personally so I'm afraid that promises must be broken.
John, Wendy, Matthew and Kinley, were waiting at the Sentani airport that hot December morning when we finally arrived. They welcomed us with open arms and helped feed us and adjust over those first few weeks when we were not brave enough to use our illegal car. Most Saturdays you will find them at our house as we enjoy fellowship with each other.
About 3 weeks ago. John decided to follow up on some sharp pains he was having right below his sternum. As a pilot flying in the bush, you don't need to be dealing with sharp pains that leave you doubled over. Without going into to much detail their whole family decided to go to Jakarta and take care of several different medical issues that simply cannot be dealt with here in Papua.
So when Darron and Aubrey went, guess who was there to greet them at the guest house? Yes, none other then this family. As diagnostic tests would tell, John would need to go on to Malaysia to have surgery for gallstones and Matthew and Kinley would fly home with Darron and Aubrey and stay with us for however many days it takes for the surgery, recovery and return trip home (shortest time, one week).
I sent a text to Wendy to say that I did not feel Aubreys delay in surgery was all coincidence. But for such a time as this, Darron and Aubrey were in Jakarta to accompany their boys back home. So Friday morning at 10 a.m. after flying all night and dealing with planes that had issues and long lay overs in airports in the middle of the night.....I welcomed home my family and Matthew and Kinley.
Aubrey is coping well. He currently only has use of his pointer finger and thumb. His pain level hovers at 2-3. In approximately 5-7 more days we can remove the "cast" and begin cleaning and moving his fingers.
The week will zip by with 6 boys bounding around the house. As I write this, it is only 19 days until the boys and I depart to America.
In the meantime....sorry John for promises broken. I think this story went beyond the realms of confidentiality. Wishing you and Wendy, God speed. Please pray for their family this week as they sacrifice being separated and doing what has to be done so that they can serve at the end of the world.
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