Thursday, March 14, 2013

Yaya Relies on a Grandmother's Love

Today I share with you a story about one of my loves here in Guinea. This little guy is one of the reasons I love spending time at the Hope Center. Yaya is now there continuing to get stronger and stronger since his surgery in the fall. He has come such a long way and has a bright future ahead. I hope you enjoy his story.

 I love that he has nicknamed me Yaya 2. It is such an honor.

Yaya Relies on a Grandmother’s Love

Rather than joyous celebration, the reaction to Yaya’s birth was broken family ties. Yaya’s mother, Salematou, and his father, Abdulaye, were not married when their son was born. The tradition that Salematou’s father lived by did not make room for a child born out of wedlock. Despite Salematou’s pleading with her father to allow her to keep her child, his decision was final. As soon as Yaya could leave his mother’s breast, he was sent to live with Kadiatou, his grandmother on his father’s side.

Living with his grandmother turned out to be a wonderful blessing for Yaya. Kadiatou personifies the bottomless heart and limitless space that African grandmothers offer their children and their children’s children. She assumes whatever responsibility comes her way, no matter the burden. Kadiatou explains, “There are many mouths that I feed in my family. In addition to Yaya, five of my children and their nine children need my support too. Everyone shares in the work of the household, but earning income in Conakry is very difficult. My husband now, Mamadouba, is very old. He gives what money he can, but he has family to support too.”

Yaya stole his grandmother’s heart from day one. His ready smile and eagerness to be close to her formed a thick bond. When tragedy struck Yaya, Kadiatou was distraught. “Yaya started walking when he was one year old, but after taking a few steps he would fall. We tried many traditional medicines, but his condition grew worse. At eighteen months, his legs started to twist and curl up. They failed him entirely.”

Yaya’s uncle, also named Yaya, remembers this as a time of many trials for his mother.  “Kadiatou was so afraid for Yaya. He often had a high fever, and his legs would cramp up terribly. He would cry for hours from the pain. Kadiatou tried everything to soothe him. She held him for hours. Then my father and sister died very close together. My mother’s heart was broken into so many pieces.”

Kadiatou, who had taken in her daughter’s five children, decided that moving the family to Conakry, the capital of Guinea, was best for Yaya. “I hoped that the medical care Yaya needed was in a big city. As well, I knew that Conakry had schools for handicapped children that Yaya could attend.” Another important reason for the move was that Kadiatou was protecting Yaya from the villagers who thought that children with disabilities were cursed. She would not stand for her grandson being tormented, ridiculed, or forced into hiding.

When Yaya reached five years of age, he started attending the school for handicapped children. “I was so happy for Yaya. He started to learn his letters and bring home things he made,” Kadiatou says. Although there were no school fees and transportation was provided, Kadiatou still had expenses to cover, like school supplies. She made ends meet by going to the Grand Mosque daily and helping with cleaning and cooking. After a full year of being a volunteer, she was finally included in the group that received a weekly stipend, plus donations of money and food from appreciative people attending the Mosque.

Yaya often joined Kadiatou at the Mosque after school, and he soon became a favorite with everyone. In the Muslim faith, people are eager to help the needy as a way of observing sadaqah, the duty to overcome miserliness. Many Muslims wanted Yaya to join the group of handicapped people who begged, so that people could give to him. Kadiatou was against Yaya’s doing this, regardless of the enormous struggle she had to support the family. “I faced so much pressure to allow Yaya, in such obvious need, to help people fulfill their duty to sadaqah. I finally relented,” she explains.

Kadiatou continued to be distressed with Yaya’s participating in sadaqah. She prayed that Yaya would get his education and find an occupation where he could use his sharp mind and very able hands. Kadiatou had many doubts about her prayer being answered, but she remained faithful, clutching that thin bit of hope to her heart.

Yaya himself dared not hope. But then an incredible set of circumstances unfolded around him. Nick Veltjens, who worked with orthopedic patients, saw Yaya at the patient screening location the day before consultations began. “I waited all screening day for Yaya to come because I thought we could help him. We didn’t see him that day, so I sent an email around asking if anyone knew where he was.”

According to Yaya, “I did go to the screening with my friend, but I lost my courage.” Yaya left without being examined.

The next day, Dan Bergman, a long-term hospital volunteer, came to Nick with a video of a possible orthopedic patient that he had just seen outside the Mercy Ships Dental Clinic. According to Nick, “What a coincidence that Dan found the same little guy that I was looking for!”

For Dan, this series of events said loud and clear that, “God wanted Yaya to find Mercy Ships. He kept putting him in front of us!” Dan tracked Yaya down at the Mosque and delivered the news that he had an appointment at the hospital ship.

But Yaya missed his appointment. As he says, “I did not believe I could be healed, and so I did not want to tell my grandmother to bring me. She would be too disappointed.” But another divine coincidence occurred that finally put Yaya and Mercy Ships together. A government official, Cellou, who had befriended Yaya at the Mosque, was at the Mercy Ships Dental Clinic that same week. He casually asked what a young boy with deformed legs needed to do to get an appointment. It was quickly realized that the boy in question was Yaya and that he just needed someone to bring him to his appointment.

Cellou immediately went to Yaya’s grandmother with the news about Yaya’s appointment. They agreed that Cellou would go to the hospital ship with the boy. When Kadiatou received the telephone call from Cellou telling her that Yaya was accepted for surgery, she experienced a mixture of emotions. “I was so grateful that Yaya could be helped. It was all that I had prayed for. But I was also very uncertain and afraid. I wondered how it would be possible to fix Yaya’s legs and what he would go through.”

Dr. Frank Haydon, volunteer orthopedic surgeon, was able to fix Yaya’s legs. According to Dr. Frank, “The condition that Yaya was born with caused his bones to be very brittle. As he started to walk, the pressure on the bones caused multiple fractures. The surgery he had aligned his leg bones properly, and the two rods I installed will give his legs the needed strength and structure so he can walk.”

Each day Yaya does grow stronger. He is starting to take his own steps with the help of a walker, and he has progressed to simple below-the-knee leg casts. But at the same time, each day wears on Kadiatou. She shows the strain of being away from family and being indebted to more and more neighbors. She has borrowed money from them for food and malaria medication. However, regardless of the hardship, Kadiatou’s commitment to see Yaya through his healing journey is unwavering. “I would endure anything so Yaya can do what he longs to do more than anything else – play football. By suffering for Yaya and my family now, I know that there will be great happiness in the future,” she says.

According to his uncle, Yaya’s journey to hope and healing is summed up in a few words: “Yaya is so loved by everyone on Mercy Ships.” And, still, even with so many kind hearts embracing Yaya, there is one who continues to occupy the most special place in his heart. As clear as a bell, Yaya declares, “I love my Grandmother so much! She has done everything for me.”



Yaya was born with a condition that caused his bones to be very brittle. When Yaya started to walk, the pressure on the bones in his legs caused multiple fractures. As a result, Yaya’s legs twisted and curled. By eighteen months of age, he was unable to walk at all.


Yaya is blessed with a grandmother who is devoted to his well-being and healing. Kadiatou and her eldest son, also named Yaya, talk with volunteer Hospital Chaplain Clementine Tengue about the sometimes challenging journey to healing that brought Yaya to Mercy Ships.


Yaya’s warm heart and precocious nature have earned him many friends in the Mercy Ships hospital. The kind hearts embracing Yaya have encouraged him to practice his reading, his exercises and to learn some English.


Immediately following surgery, Yaya was given a body cast to support his newly aligned bones as they strengthened around the rods placed to provide permanent support. Yaya displayed much courage and bravery throughout his surgery and the regular physiotherapy sessions. His grandmother was always at his side to comfort and encourage him.


When Yaya’s body cast was replaced with leg casts, he was able to see his now straight legs for the first time. While Yaya, at first, did not dare to hope that he could be healed, he is now full of hope to play football and return to school to learn to read and write.


According to Yaya, his grandmother occupies the most special place in his heart. As he says, “I love my Grandmother so much! She has done everything for me.”


Written by Joanne Thibault
Edited by Nancy Predaina
Photos by Debra Bell and Michelle Murrey

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Conquering Fears

First off I know, I know. It has been far too long. I am terrible at blogging. I will try to improve, 
I promise.

Okay so now to the story at hand.

This may be hard for some to imagine, or maybe not, but I am horrible at handling anything medical. Well,  mainly anything that has to do with, large needles, x-rays, blood, scars, scabs, internal organs, etc...in picture form, story form or in just good ole real life situations. I know, why am I on a floating hospital? I ask that question from time to time and so far I think the answer is, God has a great sense of humor...oh and maybe He wants to stretch me and help me conquer fears. Due to the latter I decided to view my first surgery on Friday and here is how it went.
 I was so excited, confident, and a tad nervous...mainly confident that at this time in my life I can totally handle blood. So, here is me giving the OR two thumbs up.


 I stood strong for 5 minutes, but then an incredible amount of heat radiated through my body and a lump appeared in my throat. I booked it out of the room...


And found a chair and my water. I guzzled water like never before (sadly I actually missed my mouth at first and dumped half of it down the front of me...it did cool me off a bit though so Yay!)


After a bit I began to feel confident again and so, is said "take two" and walked myself back into the room.


 But then that same feeling hit me and I quickly excused myself from the room again. This time water wasn't going to do the trick...I needed sweets. So, I ignored that for lent I gave up sweets and devoured some sweets. That and a quick prayer seemed to do the trick...also I can be a tad stubborn and was determined to finish watching this surgery.



The third times the charm. This time around my mind set was completely different and I found myself intrigued and in awe. I wanted to know every little procedure performed and get up close. I was no longer afraid or sick. I was able to watch an 8 year old boy's life be transformed through a surgery repairing his bi-lateral cleft lip. The care of the doctors and nurses was astounding. I still find myself amazed daily at the amazing work and love volunteers from around the world bring to the ship and the country of Guinea.

Okay so more updates to soon come...like I said, I promise.

Thank you all for your love and support.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

It's only been a month and I am in love.


Today (Sunday, when I originally started writing this...the internet crawls at a very slow snail like pace) marks the one month anniversary of my arrival in Africa and I truly enjoying this new relationship (yep I know it might be the honeymoon stage, but hey got to enjoy it while it lasts and hopes that's forever...right?)

(our team on the finished playground)

The country of Guinea is so welcoming, friendly, and beautifully colorful. I love driving down the busy crowded streets of Conakry and having all my senses fully engaged, trying to drink it all in. Red dirt with lushes green trees sprouting soaring out of it trying to escape to clear air making you at times think just maybe you escaped to some tropical paradise. But just when you think maybe this is all just for you your ears are hit with the sounds of horns drivers letting you know they are near. A bike while weave past your car causing you to think he for sure will be clipped by a car up ahead. Women with fruit piled high will sprint across the street as soon as they see a bit of a break in traffic. How she does this with out spilling oranges all over the hood of you car is still a mystery to me (that I hope to one day accomplish myself). The smell of fresh baked bread, fish, garbage and sweat will hit your nose, but it doesn't bother you it almost makes you sense the adventure you are on to the fullest. Your face is sticky with heat and dust from the earth. Bright bolts of fabric dot the landscape and fill the air with a sense of joy. There is nothing like bright yellows, greens, pinks, and blues to pick up the lowest of the low. Life here moves to the constant beat of drums and all you have to do is dance along.

(the first kids to play on the playground)

I love dancing along. One of my favorite days so far was while we were on field service. We would start our days at 8 loading into taxis that would deliver us to our playground location that would be directly under the sun all day. We would work hard until 3pm when we would than walk a block down the street to the handicap village to play with beautiful and energetic kids. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love playing with kids and being crazy with them, but after working hard in the sun all I wanted to do sometimes was go lie down under a fan and not move until the next morning. One day in particular I was really tired and had to drag and almost force a smile on my face. These kids deserved better than that from me. They craved and deserved love and happiness, yet I was stuck being selfish and thinking how can I quickly get through this and back to the house. That's when it happened...it all changed. There was to be a wedding that night in the village and so they were testing out the speaker system. More and more people gathered, the drums appeared, and singing began. The one of the best dance parties of my life had just begun. My spirits lifted and tiredness was gone. With pure joy I danced and danced with those little kids and let me tell you they have moves that I don't think I will ever be able to copy. When the music took a break my little circle rebelled and continued dancing to nothing at all, almost making it a game. It was absolutely wonderful. If you ever find yourself here please make sure you get to dance to some African drums and don't worry about looking like a fool. I certainly did and you certainly will, but that's not what it's about.

(sunset from deck 8)

Rainy season is coming to an end which makes me a little sad. It has filled the scene with lush greenery and cooled me down when the heat is about to get unbearable. Also, I find that I am full of so much awe and excitement when there is a thunder storm. Back when we were at the CMA house it was almost becoming a nightly occurrence you could set your clocks to. A breeze would left the curtains from the wall and the whole room would seem to come alive with the cooling breeze. We would all let out a sigh of relief knowing we would not die of heat while sleeping. The room would light up and rumble in such a majestic and powerful way and keep you a bit on your toes, like anything was possible. I love when I have that feeling in my gut, there is such an excitement in knowing there could be adventure, a story, just around the corner. I am lucky because ever since I started this journey and up and moved myself around the globe I have that feeling every morning and I am so thankful for it (I pray I never lose it through out all my days here on earth).

When such power and might is displayed I can not help but be reminded of the power of God. The same power and strength he uses to cause the Earth to tremble with thunder and brighten the sky with bolts lightening, is the same power and strength that he uses in our lives. He is capable of so much and can lift us up off the ground on our days when we stumble and weep. He can chart and guide us down winding rivers and bring us to safety in his arms. He is able to answer the toughest of prayers and create such beauty within us. Nothing is too far out of reach for God. He can lead us down adventurous paths to bring us closer to him and closer to those that he loves dearly. Paths that we could have never even fathomed in our wildest dreams.

 
 (my cabin window)

You all are in my thoughts and prayers. May your days be filled with wonder and awe.

Love,
Nicole

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Field Service - Conakry, Guinea


There is something about Africa that seeps into your bones the moment you walk on to it's earth. The sights, smells, and humidity get deep into your soul and circle you with a warmth you never want to leave. Friendly, is definitely how i would describe the people of Guinea. In the short two weeks we spent at John Paul II hospital building a playground, we made so many wonderful friends. The nurses, security, police, children, translators, taxi drivers are forever imprinted on our hearts. Though our paths my not cross again with some we will carry them with us all our days and are so much for the better because we met them.

Here is a lovely video we stayed up late making our last night at the CMA house summing up our field service project in Conakry, Guinea.


 The CMA house that served as our wonderful home during field service. Some pretty epic soccer matches were had here...wish there were pictures of Krystal slamming people up against the fence hockey style (she is Canadian and awesome to have on your team).

It was such a wonderful time and I am beyond thankful you all have supported me and helped me live this life. Thank you!

Flight Plans

So, back in October I flew to Africa and had the most unfortunate change in my flight plans. As we got to the airport in Dallas it looked like our flight from Brussels to Conakry had been cancelled and postponed to the next day. This left us with two options; stay in Dallas, TX or press on and suffer a whole day and night exploring all that Brussels had to offer with a free hotel and complimentary meals all on Brussels Airlines dime. I will let the following pictures show you the decision we made.





















Monday, October 22, 2012

Leaving on a Jet Plane for Africa


Wow! These past five weeks have flown by. I can not believe that tomorrow morning I will be boarding the plane bound for Conakry, Guinea. I many times set down with every intention of writing a little something something for you all to read, but found I struggle to put it into words.

There have been classes full of information and wisdom shared that has rocked my world and taught me so much of how amazing Jesus is and what a life following Him can be. I have learned more about who I am and the strengths I have that should be tapped into. For one thing I feel alive in front of people, teaching, entertaining, or both. I feel I can handle conflict better and have a better understanding of what makes people tick. There are culture differences and that's the key word, differences. Not right and wrong ways to live but different ones and one must understand the culture they are entering, not wanting to change it, but to understand it and live in it. And let me tell you the power of prayer. Man my prayer life has never been this strong and active and I have seen God answer in major ways. Oh, there is so much more I know i am missing or can't explain but I wish every one I know could do this.

Also I can't forget about fire training and water safety (I love fighting fires and could have been a fish), Cowboy Church, the Gateway Fun Run, Pie Day (celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving), FDDP (Family Dorm Dance Party, and the Electric Cowboy.

Our Gateway team is made up of 12 fantastically fascinating individuals from five different countries. We represent the USA, South Africa, Netherlands, Lithuania, and Canada Eh. Over the past 5 weeks we have become a family and I feel so blessed to be a part of it.

So, first thing when we get to Guinea we will head out to our field service site and home for the next 2.5 weeks. There we will be building a playground structure out of tires for a preschool and hanging out and having fun with locals and those that are a part of a handicap village. Who knows what this time will hold but I am sure I will be forever changed, just as I have been in Texas.

We will arrive on the ship November 9th if everything goes according to plan and I will share all about my adventures I am about to have.


Until then here is a video that my friend Suzanne made to document our time here ~

The best gateway ever... from Nicole Pugh on Vimeo.

Thank you all for your support and prayers! My heart is so happy and full of joy. 

Our home: the IOC (International Operation Center)




 

Friday, September 14, 2012

Ya'll I'm in Texas now!

Wowwee! These last three weeks have been a whirl wind. I am not even sure how I'm still standing, but I am, and in Tyler, Texas.
 
The last weeks in California flew by and were filled with so much love and support. I feel so unbelievably blessed by all my friends, family and even strangers.
 
Here's a quick glimpse at these last few weeks. (I'm sorry if I missed something, there was just so much happening).
 
There was my fundraiser BBQ which was amazing. I really felt the love that night and ya'll (yes I will over use this these coming weeks while I'm a Texan) really helped me raise funds and made it clear this was going to all work out. So, a big THANK YOU!!!
 
I had my 10 year high school reunion...like I said I am not sure how I am still standing.
 

Watched some The Big Bang Theory and some more The Big Bang Theory
 
Drove to the coast to feel the sand in between my toes and had some me and God time.
What a beautiful sunset.
Want to know the route, I will tell you.
193 to 65 to 70 to 20 to 53 to 29 to 128 to 101 to River Rd. to 1 to some farm back road to 101 to 37 to 80 to home.
 
Visit to Quincy my town of birth. My mom was stalking a man she swears was the one that delivered me and tried to force a picture while I hid in the car. If only i got a picture of that, oh well this will have to do. Oh also side note, my parents had to drive 40 min to the hospital in this big ole city of 1800. Our place of residence was Caribou, CA and it now has a wooping 0 people.
 
Spent some time in Truckee with the family and did some kayaking. Love that place dearly.

There was time for one last trip to Napa with the girls.

 
I was kidnapped by some of my favorite people for a yummy breakfast and relaxing massage. Letters and cards were given to me that made me cry. The Montoya's are taking care of the love of my life Charlie which I am eternally grateful for. Family and friends bailed me out when i forgot to get things done in time. Some even forced me to focus and pack. This is why ya'll made it so hard to leave. I have the best people in my life and such a wonderful home. I am very excited for what is ahead, but I find myself looking back a little tonight. So, yes I will let you know what life is like here in Texas, but not tonight, tonight I want to let you know how thankful I am for all of you!
 
LOVE YA'LL BUNCHES