Saturday, January 22, 2011

Rabies? Rabies!

Meet Young Man.


Rose, Tianne's beloved Didinga dog, must have been something of a looker. In her two short years of life, she had something of four litters of puppies. When this last bunch came, the three of us carefully considered our track record with Sudanese pets and quickly decided that it would be best to get rid of the whole kit and caboodle of new, fine furry friends.

We started the process of divying out Rose's newest litter to friends, neighbors and former Sudanese political leaders. Young Man was given to our good friend, Philip Lajore. Unfortunately, the puppy wasn't the only young man living in that house. The responsibilities of feeding and oh, I don't know, taking care of the little critter somehow eluded our Sudanese buddy.

Eventually, Philip suggested a new, very Didinga-father-like, arrangement in which he would be the technical owner of Young Man, while we would assume all physical love and care of the puppy. And because we like Philip soooooo much and mostly liked the arrangement, we agreed to joint puppy custody.

Everything was going just great until a few weeks before Christmas when Young Man started acting strange. At first, we thought he had a cold or maybe a chicken bone stuck in his throat. With time, rather than improving, he stopped eating and then drinking. He seemed confused and was drooling like nobodies business.

We decided to do what anyone living in the bush, without a vet, would do. We self-medicated the pup. A little Doxycycline has never hurt anything.

The next morning, post-Doxy, Young Man was totally out of it and foaming at the month!

Yes, sing it with me now:

Young Man, was foaming at the mouth.
I said, Young Man's, head was twitching around.
I said, Young man, even started to growl.
So, we decided to kill him.

We hit him with a hard p-o-l-e.
We hit him with a hard p-o-l-e.

Now, can't you see, we didn't want to be cruel.
but who wants to die like a fool...

right before his demise
- photo was taken from my safe perch atop Elly's bed -

"Who's going to kill him?"
We were scared. Real scared.

Now, before you start to worry and wonder if Elly, Tianne and I are moments away from a painful and unusual vampire-like death, you should know that we are all quite safe and mostly sound at this point in time.

Once we started to suspect that Young Man might have rabies, we contacted our amazing team leader, and when needed fill-in father and doctor, Phil Byler.

Phil puts up with a lot from us Didinga girls and this little rabies fiasco was no exception. As you might have guessed, communication is no easy thing from Sudan. So, Phil stepped in and immediately started researching our risks of exposure and the proper steps to be taken in response to our contact with Young Man.

Within hours, our AIM family had consulted rabies experts (who informed us that a person can still be at risk of contracting rabies even if they weren't bit - major bummer!), located the proper rabies vaccinations and scheduled a pilot and flight
to drop off the medication the following day.

We Didinga ladies are in VERY good hands!

Tianne and vaccine #1

Elly

and me...
I love this shot (no pun intended - hee hee)!!!

Anyhow, we started the five series rabies vaccination a few days before Christmas.

Keeping the shots cold and finding someone to administer them throughout the following month of road travel through Sudan to Uganda, Uganda to Rwanda, Rwanda to Uganda and Uganda to Kenya was no easy task, but hey, us missionaries are a resourceful bunch...


Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Regina

Regina with Baby Thabon on Her Back



I just received this email from the Hills. Please pray...

"Regina passed away this week - the first in what we are hoping is not an epidemic of meningitis. There have been two more meningitis deaths since hers, and reports of others who are sick."

Regina's family compound was just up the hill from ours last year in Napep. She was a special young friend, a side-kick, a pleasant shadow to our daily lives. Her heart was soft. She loved to nurture - to mother. She was loved and will be dearly missed...

Please pray for the disease not to spread.



Two Little Girls - Pia and Regina


Mom and Dad's African Adventure Part I: Sudan

This Christmas, I received a very special gift. I was given the opportunity to share my life here in Africa with my parents. It was an experience that I will never forget.

Thank you Mom and Dad for stepping out of your comfort zone, for taking the time and traveling so far to see the people that I love here in Sudan.

I love you!


I head back to Sudan tomorrow. And although I could have written volumes about our African adventure, time is not on my side. So, for now, I will share these pictures and maybe add some stories later. Enjoy!

Dad and Mom - Africa Bound!

Flying Into Nagishot, Sudan


Tianne, Elly and I have imagined meeting a plane carrying our family members on our little Didinga airstrip for over two years.
What fun it was to have this fantasy actually come true!!!

The 2010 school year commenced while Mom and Dad were in Nagishot.
P3 with the Davey's


Laundry

Though I doubt Mom is ready to move to Sudan,
she couldn't deny the beauty of these Didinga Hills.


Mom with my good friend Joyce and her two sweeties - Janie and Katie



Aaaahhh, it was so nice to have a man around.
Dad fixed my bed and the outhouse door.
If he would have had the time, he would have reconstructed our whole house.

My parents sat in on a few of our classes.
Practicing for our Christmas pageant
(thank God for Lojure - singing is not a strength for me)

Our Didinga Kitchen

Thanksgiving Day
Making stuffing, fresh garden cooked carrots and pecan pie with mom.


Tianne killed and cooked the chicken, but Dad had the honor of carving it.
It was yummy!

Elly's pumpkin pie
(last January she brought canned pumpkin from the States just for Thanksgiving pie)
and the pecan pie Mom and I baked.


Celebrating Thanksgiving in Didinga with my Mom and Dad!!!
So special!

Mom, Dad, Tianne, Elly and I

Thanksgiving Dinner

Our Table

Our View

Heading to Napep
Mom and Dad were real troopers.
Though they were really jet-legged,
they hiked the ten miles to Napep in 90+ degree temperatures without complaining.

In the forest, on the way to Napep.

With Napep Friends



Dad LOVED sharing his video camera with everyone.

Dad with the men at the work party.


Sharing a Common Hobby

Nakong, Mom and Nakenya

Me with my Didinga Mom, Pia and her youngest son, Abona

Didinga Momma Grinding Corn

What a Gift - My Two Families

Mom and Dad meet my Didinga Grandma


Trying out a Didinga bow

We left Napep at 4 am so that we could make it home to Nagishot for Sunday's church service.
Most of the ten mile hike was done that morning in the dark.


Sunrise in Didinga
My Mom and Dad ROCK!!!