FINALLY! Happy Dance.............I got this letter from my man.
I am safe and coming home and I CAN'T WAIT!
Our medical mission team will be flying out of here next week in a 10-seat Caravan plane. The time we spent here has been a tiring, sad, challenging, yet ultimately rewarding experience that included taking care of multiple victims of gunshots, advanced leprosy, AIDS, sexually transmitted diseases, rapes, malnutrition and so much more. I believe we have managed to make the lives of a few in this sea of many a little better, at least for a moment. There is another team coming in to take our place and I fear this shall be an endless cycle for years to come for this place is in a desperate state. Despite all the hardships these people face, they are still able to smile and their inner strength is something I won't forget.
We suffered nightly frog invasions, flying worms, (yes, worms that fly!) bats and goats at our clinics. There's been terrible mud and concerns about violence that raged at times, just yards away from us. There are no jacks and we used buckets at times for our needs. We had no showers for eight days at a time. The first thing I am doing when I arrive home, next to kissing you, is to linger in a long, hot shower with you in my arms. At night when the day has slowed and I have a moment to myself, I lose myself in thought of you. Knowing I would be coming home to you is what has given me the strength to keep going.
I'll ring you Sunday and am anxious to hear your voice. I love you fella. All my love.