I’m getting use to the long flight. The bags of supplies and that drive from the airport to the hospital in Port-au-Prince that serves as a reality to check as to where we are. We landed and got settled by 7 pm last night and right away the doctors and nurses kicked into action. Local staff know us well by now and it’s like seeing old friends. Hugs all round.
Overnight, another reality check of where we are. One gunshot wound. One stabbing requiring the emergency team’s quick attention.
The day starts early with a trauma. Nurses prep for surgery to fix a broken femur and tibia. Later, myself and Dr. Rideout make a house call to a patient with a spinal chord injury. We know him. His name is Cator. We first treated him back in November, 2011. He’s been through rehab and is an active member of Project Stitch where he can provide for his family. I can tell by the smile on Art’s face that this alone made the trip for us. We need more stories like this.
Back at the hospital again. Peds is busy treating patients with infectious diseases. It’s gonna be a busy week. Missing the family. Missed Great Big Sea last night. Keep thinking about Cator. Makes it all worth it.