How Marvelous is Thy Handiwork....

literally.

Yesterday and the day before I was able to hang out at the Operating Theatre, and watch surgeries. How amazing is that?! NOW I have to figure out how to spread my time between school, shadowing a doctor, watching surgeries, and work (ehm, work= computer coding).

There were several surgeries yesterday and today, but the one that really was amazing was a hand repair. A guy came in with his hand chopped up... uhm, I'm not exaggerating. The tendons were cut in two different places... all of them.
Doctor Jim and Doctor Niles spent almost two hours carefully locating each part to each tendon, matching up the pieces, and sewing them together. Let me tell you, it does NOT look like that nice, clean, neat, obvious picture that's in my Anatomy textbook. How is one supposed to know if THIS particular thing is the tendon to the first finger?!

I was reading in Psalms the other day... you know that familiar verse that says I will give thanks to Thee for I am fearfully and wonderfully made... marvelous is Thy handiwork and that my soul knows right well. ... or something like that (I don't have a Bible in front of me).... Well, as I watched those doctors put a hand back together, that verse took on new meaning. Something as seemingly simple as a hand.... is not so very simple at all.

Then, yesterday I was able to actually scrub in and help with a surgery! ... and that was very cool.

Living in PNG

Well, we have been in PNG a few weeks now.... and people keep asking me what's it like? Do I like it? Have I adjusted?

Well... this blog post can't answer those questions completely, because I'm never quite sure of the answer myself at any given time! But I shall try.

PNG is awesome.... I still am glad that this move took place before I have to leave for university, so that I am getting a chance to be in the place where my parents and brother will live after I leave.

This place is very different from Fiji.... probably more similar to Fiji than to the States, but still, very different. Much of the cultural protocol I grew up with doesn't apply here. The language I learned to stumble through with much sweat and tears is met here with blank looks. The friends which I am used to seeing twice or three times in a week, are suddenly nowhere to be found.

However, I am learning new cultural protocol. I am learning a new language (Tok Pisin is much easier than Fijian, let me tell you!) I am learning to love a new people, and am making new friends. This country will never replace the one that raised me. These friends will never replace the ones that have put up with me through my teens. But I'm coming to accept that perhaps they don't have to. Perhaps.... I don't have to let go of the old country to embrace the new. Perhaps they both can have a place in me. I already have two homes. Maybe it's time to add another.

Over the last few weeks, I have cried... But I have also laughed... so hard that I cried! What a wonderful life God has given me.

I have been keeping pretty busy over the past few weeks... school, of course, in the MK highschool, which I have enjoyed after having been homeschooled all my life. (Of course, I'm still using Sonlight Curriculum, Luke, don't worry.) I have shadowed Uncle Andy several times... if I keep enjoying it as much as I have been, I will simply have to go into the medical field! I have made a trip into Mt. Hagen and to the market... pretty awesome market there. It's a bit bigger than Suva market and Singatoka market; but along those same lines. Only lots more variety. Even strawberries!

Yesterday we had a farewell service for the Sweseys and Thrashers, who have been missionaries to PNG for 10 years (Sweseys) and 20 years (Thrashers). Also present at the farewell was a mumu... the PNG version of a lovo. The food was about the same as is present at a Fijian lovo, with the exeption of the sweet kaukau replacing the dalo. I think I like kaukau better (sorry, Fiji).

Last night we had a movie night over at Uncle Andy and Aunt Judy's house with a bunch of the missionaries. We all took snacks, of course! We watched The Princess Bride, which looks like a sappy movie from the cover, but is actually really funny. And did you know that the title on the cover of the DVD is the same right-side-up and up-side-down? No seriously! Look at it next time you happen to see it. Quite clever, these movie peoples.

Also, this last week was my friend Oliver's birthday. I couldn't post a happy birthday blog ON his birthday, so I'm putting in in here today. Happy Birthday Olli!

Well, that is all I have time for this morning [audience breathes a sigh of relief].
From the ends of the earth,
Danielle

Call Me Shadow

Just wait a few paragraphs, and I'll explain the title. We probably need a little background first.

Background Fact 1: Our family has moved to Papua New Guinea.

Background Fact 2: We are currently living on the mission station at Kudjip Nazarene Hospital.

Background Fact 3: This is near Mt. Hagen, in case you want to pull out your map of PNG. (you do have a map of PNG, don't you?)

Background Fact 4: It's really cold here. ... That is totally irrelevant, but I thought you might like to know.

Background Fact 5: I am quite interested in the medical field, trying to decide whether to go into it myself and if I do, what to go into it AS. So, living here is a dream-come-true for me.

NOW we get to the title. Uncle Andy Bennett (that's a link to his blog, which is awesome, go check it out, that's an order) gave us a tour of the hospital soon after we got here. At the end he mentioned that if we wanted to "shadow" a doctor we were welcome to... we could follow them around all day as they did rounds and saw patients. Thinks I to myself, omgosh, I would love to do that.

Sooo, yesterday I shadowed Uncle Andy. I had an awesome time! I didn't get queasy all day, which, if I'm going into medicine, is a good thing. Now, Mum and Dad got queasy when I was telling them about my day........
I'm trying now to figure out what is the minimum amount of days I can squeeze the last of my school classes into so that I can spend the most amount of days at the hospital. I think Uncle Andy may be stuck with a new shadow.
Ehm, small clarification here, .... that is not to be construed as meaning that I don't like the MK highschool, I love it, and Katie (the teacher) is awesome.

Now, I would love to post pictures of our house, and the hospital, and all that, but I am prevented because my camera batteries decided to die, and my camera decided not to like the new batteries that I have. It wants different ones. I tried to reason with it, and tell it that it didn't need fancy special batteries EVERY SINGLE time; it could compromise and take next-level-down batteries once in a while, couldn't it? But it would not listen, and held firmly to it's attitude, which is really selfish of it. So. Until such time as I can get the batteries that my camera wants, I guess there shall be no pictures. Sorry, people. Blame my camera, not me. I tried.

And now this First Blog Post from Papua New Guinea shall come to an end....
I love it here, I think God has blessed our family greatly by calling us here, and I'm so glad that we came before I leave for university.
I do, of course, miss Fiji... after all, it was my home for 8 and a half years, since I was 9.
I miss my friends terribly; but have only cried about that once.
But God knows what He is doing, and I do love the place He has brought me to for this time in my life, and the people He is allowing me to get to know. I'm so glad He is in control of my life!.... He seems to be doing a pretty good job.

Love from the ends of the earth,
Danielle