3 Countries and 3 Emergency Rooms

We have visited an ER in every country that we have lived in. While this has never been my goal, it does seem to be Tyler’s. Tonight was our visit to the ER in Gracias.  Tyler cut his finger while playing with a machete at the radio. We tried to find a doctor that would help outside of the hospital. Our first stop was a pharmacy where they called a doctor to come in but he wasn’t able to. Our next stop was a doctor’s house who we didn’t know but were told he would see us. He did an initial exam but because of how deep the cut was, the doctor wanted an x-ray to make sure his bone was ok. This meant going to the only place that has an x-ray machine— the public hospital.  I have spent a good bit of time there and to say it is my least favorite place in Honduras would be an understatement. I won’t go into detail about the dried blood on the wall next to my kids head or the bloody towel thrown on the floor beside his bed or even the stench that made me want to gag. Instead I will focus on the amazing doctor that God placed in our lives tonight. The first time that I met this man, he sat beside my desk at school for a parent/ teacher conference. I had no idea then that he was a doctor or that while I spend everyday helping his son, that my son would soon need him too.  It was technically his day off but he met us at the hospital to put the stitches in. He was so patient and calm with Tyler and since Tyler was not calm this was nice! He did a great job stitching Tyler up and taking care of him. I am continually amazed and thankful for the heart of the doctors here. This is a country where doctors often do not get payed for up to 6 months at a time and yet they still go to work because they care… or they skip their family time to stitch up my child’s finger. I am very thankful for doctors like the one we had tonight and the great God we serve who has always placed my child in the hand’s of great physicians.