Thank you to all the read this. I started this blog almost entirely as a way of exploring and expressing the pains of what I feared I might experience. Catharsis.
I thought that maybe a couple of people beyond my parents would read this.
But your responses, both public and private, kept my spirits up during difficult times. They made me aware that my words could open eyes to the reality of what is happening in Haiti, beyond CNN News or 60 Minutes.
I'm glad I could share my experience with you. And thank you for hearing me.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Home
I made it home. I've never been so excited to plant my ass on my couch (after I am done planting it on my toilet). Over the past few days, a common discussion amongst the volunteers would planning the first meal and how early in the day would it be OK to start drinking.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Goodbye
Such an incredible mix of emotions to get out of here. So excited to get home, be clean, eat a meal that doesn't consist of a bar, sit on my couch, watch the Lakers.
But to leave behind my patients and all I have and could do for them. There is an unending need for help here. I know that we have so much need in the US, but here it is so pervasive. They feel like victims to me. What did they do to be born in the poorest country in the western hemisphere? Or to suffer the worst natural disaster of our lifetimes?
I, or any of you, would be so fucking bitter, and ready to blame anyone I could find. But they are grateful. They smile and say "bonjour" every morning. They say "merci" after our conversations. They are even gracious when family members die. I've never treated patients like them.
God bless them. Because it sure feels like he's been ignoring them for a long time.
The cathedral
I got sick to my stomach when I walked in, thinking of the people who had come to pray to their God, only to die.
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