Cambita Garabito, Dominican Republic
January 25th - February 2nd, 2025
I found out that our plans for the project in Cambita hit a snag with a problem with the hospital's credentials on December 13th. The government said we couldn't go there, so alternate plans were being made to return to Monte Plata. Then, five days later, the problem disappeared, and we were back on track to go to Cambita for the project. However, the camp where we were going to stay couldn't accommodate us until Sunday afternoon. So, more quick plans by our Dominican hosts and a new camp for Saturday night were found for us. Did I mention that changes make people nervous? We kept on planning and planning.
Saturday the 25th was our day of transition. Transition from the normal routine to the new normal for the next week. Forty-three of us began early in the morning, but some started earlier than most since they were coming from the airport in Portland, Oregon, on Friday evening. We made our trips from the comfortable, spacious homes we enjoy and the families we love through the airports of the US - Portland, Wichita, Kansas City, St Louis, and Boston to come together in the Dominican Republic. All the participants arrived over a 4-hour period, and we only had one person lost (he actually wasn't lost, but there was a miscommunication of his schedule). Getting us all together, along with almost #1400 of supplies and medications, loaded on three vehicles for the hour-long ride to our temporary camp, was quite a feat.
We stayed at a new camp for those of us regulars due to scheduling problems with our regular camp. After a brief unpacking, we enjoyed our first of many meals of beans and rice. An orientation was then done, and we were able to unpack all the supplies and separate them to medical and surgical in nature for use the following day. The new camp was stuck in the middle of an urban area. The rooms were very small and set up for 4 people but not for suitcases, so we were cramped. The bottom of the bunk bed had only 24" of clearance, so you couldn't sit on the bed, only recline. Sleep was elusive for me because the bar next door played loud music until midnight. When they finally closed, I was able to clearly hear the constant drip of the toilet despite my earplugs. Needless to say, my sleep was not sound, even though we had arisen at 2:30 the previous morning to get to the airport in Kansas to start our day.
We were going to be able to "sleep in" until 7 am, but I gave up and got up at 5:30 to begin my day and have my first cup of Dominican coffee. Breakfast was good, and we were fortunate to have a pastor in our group this year. He presented an encouraging and uplifting message on the five-fold ministries of the church and how everyone's gifts and talents contributed to the team as it does to the church. We reloaded the truck and buses and traveled to Hospital Municipal Cambita Garabito. We arrived and did the necessary reconnaissance in the hospital, determining what rooms we could use and where to put everything. Then, we unloaded the box truck with all our surgical equipment and supplies. The team went to work unpacking and setting up a "new" hospital in a hospital.
As that occurred, the doctors began to see roughly 100 patients and began the screening and scheduling of the patients for surgery for the week. One of our translators was a young man that I have known for almost 20 years as he served as a high school student who spoke 4 languages and served as a translator. He is now a physician, having gone to medical school in the DR while working with us with MMI. Those friendships mean a great deal to me as I return year after year. The Clinic team left in the afternoon for the main camp to unload and prepare for the clinics for the coming week. Each day would be to a new location, so we would set up and tear down every day with our supplies. At the end of the day at the hospital, we were asked to see an emergency room patient with abdominal pain who might have a case of acute appendicitis. The diagnosis was not definitive, and we suggested admission and a repeat exam and lab in the morning. We put the patient on the schedule for the following morning. It was almost 7:30 by the time we got home for our evening meal. After our meal, we were all scurrying to set up our dorm rooms. Lights out couldn't come soon enough for most of us.
Monday morning, we began with a praise song in acapella and prayer as we did before each meal. We then had breakfast together, and one of the first-time participants gave our morning devotion. We were off and running to get to our hospital and the clinic to their site. The hospital was a 45-minute drive in good weather, and the clinic also had to commute to get to their site for setup. By 10, we were able to begin the first case. Our patient with the possibility of appendicitis had been transferred to a larger hospital during the night, so we started with a hole in our schedule. We did 20 surgical procedures on the first day, saw 150 patients, and gave out over 400 prescriptions. By the end of the day, we were all beginning to relax and get into a routine.
The clinic team returned to camp on time (around 5:30), but surgery was late getting home to camp. Our 50-minute drive to and from the hospital seemed to get longer as the week continued. We finished our meal by about 8 pm and then gathered under one of the cabanas for a little more time to become more acquainted with each other. It was good to hear each of our stories about how we came to join this team. We finished by 9:30, and then I completed the schedule for surgery for the next day and was in our bunk room to bed by 10:45pm.
My alarm went off at 5:30, and I had a much better night's sleep. After a cold plunge (that is what I called my morning shower without hot or even warm water) and a cup of coffee, we gathered for breakfast at 6:30: pancakes, sausage, and fresh fruit. Our morning devotion centered on the book of James and its relevance today to our tongues. We were all on our buses and off to a new clinic site and the hospital by 7:45.
Our hospital day was very full, with 25 cases being done and 4 procedures being performed at the clinic site. This was the first year we sent a surgeon and nurse to the clinic site for minor, local anesthetic procedures. It was quite successful; 46 procedures were done in total, and another 19 consultations were done in the clinic, which spared the patient from going to another site to have procedures done. Each morning, we start with a praise song called Alabara, which means I will praise my savior. It is well known to the citizens of the towns we serve. We then pray and enter the hospital to begin our day. The OR crew readies the rooms, the preop team checks in the patients for the day, and the surgeons make rounds to check on the patients who stayed overnight to discharge them home. Today, during our scheduled cases, an emergency case came in with a patient who had a miscarriage. Since we had taken over the ORs with our equipment and procedures, we made room to add this case to the GYN room. This did push our schedule back somewhat, and then the last case in that room ended up taking almost 3 and a half hours, finishing at 6:30. She had low blood pressure. We stayed at the hospital until 7:30 before driving the hour back to camp. We ate our dinner after 8:30 and were in contact with the nurse at the hospital until 10:30. During the night, the hospital director came back in and decided to transfer the patient to the capital of the province to a larger hospital.
The following morning, we were told about the transfer and that she had to have blood transfused and reoperated. This dampened the mood of the OR team, which was concerned for the patient and her family. Our morning devotional compared situational awareness at our workplace to the situational awareness we need to have concerning the things of God. Wednesday was the heaviest surgical volume scheduled so far. While the OR crew was preparing for the day and beginning the first cases, the hospital director had me in his office to explain the protocols we were to follow going forward after the difficult case from the night prior. This municipal hospital did not have a blood bank, but all major cases - by their definition - had to have 2 pints of blood on site prior to surgery. This protocol is not currently in place in the United States. He also stressed that all patients had to have preop lab work. Once again, this is not something we have encountered in the DR before. The director then canceled 3 of our cases for the day. The patients left, went to the capital to purchase blood, and returned the following day. We also contacted the patient for Thursday and instructed them to do the same. With our schedule being shortened, we were able to leave in time to return to camp even before the clinic returned. Today, they had a long day in the clinic, serving in a small village in the main square under a large tent. A hot, long day for them. One patient was a 54-year-old man who was very thin and came with family, as most patients do. He told our doctors that he had recently been diagnosed with lung cancer but had not seen a doctor to find out any details or options. Our doctors were able to determine that he had a very advanced disease by their exam. They were able to explain to him through our translators the nature of his diagnosis and the gravity of his condition. We were able to pray for him, and he responded by saying that he didn't know how long he had left, but he would be praising Jesus all the same.
The following day, we returned to begin our scheduled cases. Sure enough, the three major cases we had scheduled showed up with a unit of blood as well as the two from the day before. We were in communication with the patient who was sent to the capitol. Her husband said she was doing better and appreciated all we had done for them. That was welcome news to everyone. One of the scheduled cases had high blood pressure that had not improved since seeing her in the clinic, and she was canceled and sent to see a cardiologist to obtain clearance before surgery could be done. That allowed us to add one of the cases from Wednesday. Then another patient revealed that she was on a blood thinner, something that had not been revealed before to us. She likewise was canceled until she could be taken off the blood thinners for 3 weeks prior to surgery. And the second patient in waiting was added to the schedule. God knows these things. Further discussion with the hospital director yielded a plan for next year where he, as a physician, will screen all candidates for surgery two weeks prior to our arrival to check them for surgery and obtain any lab or clearance we need. We were encouraged that they still wanted us to come back next year. A full day of surgery was completed just late enough for us to have to drive home in heavy rains on winding narrow roads but safely.
Friday was met with mixed emotions. I was sad that the project was coming to an end but was pleased with all we had accomplished. The plan for the day was to finish the schedule at surgery with a short day since we could not do major overnight cases due to our leaving and not being able to discharge our patients the day after surgery. One of our highlights today was seeing and doing surgery on a precious 3-year-old named Sonja. When I evaluated her on Sunday for surgery, she was found to have a mass on the inside of her mouth on the lower lip. She was happy, and at the end of the examination, she told me in Spanish that she could speak English. I said great, talk to me. She responded by saying in perfect English, "One, two, three, four!" with great satisfaction. When she came with her mother on Friday, her personality was still as effervescent as before. She was carried by the anesthesiologist to the OR without hesitation. When the surgeon prayed over her before surgery, as we always do, she joined in with the Amen. She then joined in singing "Alabara," even providing verses we didn't know. All went well with her surgery, leaving smiles on the faces of the team.
Stats for Cambita Garabito, 2025
Patients Seen in Clinic: 553
Health Education: 887
Prescriptions Filled: 1,967
Eye Exams: 185
Dental Patients: 120
Major Surgeries: 56
Minor Surgeries: 83
Consults: 169
Commitments to Christ: 28
When we finished the last case at 3 pm (a couple of hours later than we had planned), we still had to take down the entire OR and pack it into the white box truck for transportation to the next project. The clinic team also had to see all their patient and then pack for transporting all the supplies back to the warehouse in Santo Domingo. So, by the time we all returned to camp, we were tired but satisfied. After our evening meal, we gathered under the cabana and had time to share and debrief to be able to look back over the week. I enjoy hearing the comments of the participants during this time. Seeing the life-changing insights that come from these experiences is so encouraging. We shared the preliminary statistics that we keep to track our progress. All were pleased. Some of the impressions of the team centered around the gratitude they saw from the patients, not only for what we could do for them but also just the fact that we came. The participants were also excited to be part of a cohesive team and the camaraderie that developed so quickly among all team members, from repeaters to new timers, doctors to general helpers. They also became more aware of how fortunate we are to live in the US today, and for all we have.
Saturday, we got to "sleep in" again since we set breakfast time at 7:30 instead of 6:30 am. We enjoyed our last meal at the camp and packed all our belongings to put into the buses and trailer. The remaining part of the camp equipment was loaded on the truck, and we were off to the capital, Santo Domingo. It took over an hour since we traveled through the middle of town, and it is always "rush hour" like traffic. We parked just on the outskirts of the colonial zone, left our buses with the drivers, and walked into the square. We could all visit some of the sites and have lunch before those leaving Saturday for home, returned to the large bus and headed to the airport. Sixteen of the team stayed over until Sunday to return home so that we could enjoy the city before the long trek home.
We stayed at a new hotel near the location where the buses waited to take the rest of the team home. At 3 pm, we were able to check into our hotel (along with 30 other folks, and yes, they only had one person to do the checking, but fortunately, he spoke English). The last husband and wife of our group checked in, and to our dismay, the last one could not find his passport to check-in. He looked through all his bags and his backpack, where he had seen the passport earlier. He did have a picture of his passport, which the front desk person said was okay for him to use. We all knew that was the least of his problems since he couldn't fly without a passport. He was getting ready to drop his bags in his room and run back to where the bus was parked to see if he could find it along the way. (Yes, I know what you are thinking, and that is what I was thinking, too.) Just then, the couple that checked in last came through the elevator doors excitedly, remarking, "I found it!" When they got to their room, she prayed out loud, "Lord, let it be in the backpack." When she looked in her backpack, his passport was on the top. We later pieced together that their backpacks were beside each other on the bus, and his passport had fallen out of his backpack. Someone noticed it on the floor of the bus and just put it in the nearest backpack, which was hers. What an answer to prayers, certainly not in the way we expected.
The remainder of our day was restful and uneventful. We were able to do some sightseeing and enjoy a couple of meals together. On Sunday at lunchtime, we went to the airport and began our travels home to the cold weather and the hot showers. The flights back home were not nearly as rushed, and customs were not nearly as tense because we were home. But the new people we had met and befriended and the lives we had touched were still freshly imprinted on our minds. And the plans for next year have already begun. I think that I am starting to better understand the process of planning.