The Georges in Peru

When I took on the role of SIM Peru director in 2010 many lamented that the number of gross medical stories and pictures plummeted.  I can't guarantee the same number or shock value of the photos, but you can expect to see more interesting stuff!  We'll start with an easy one:  Today, a woman, who has helped several of our missionaries in their ministries, came to get a hemangioma removed from her thumb.  When it appeared a couple of months ago she went to a doctor who sent her to a long list of doctors including an orthopedic surgeon, an oncologist and a vascular surgeon who ordered all sorts of tests including an ultrasound and an MRI.  She spent the equivalent of days in waiting rooms until she was told they didn't want to remove it because it could bleed a lot.  I took one look at it and her fancy studies and said, "Let's take it out."  I cleaned her up, but a small sterile glove on her hand and cut the tip off of the thumb and rolled it down her thumb making its own little tournaquet.   Bleeding?  Did they think she'd bleed to death from her thumb?  Just put your other thumb on it.  Several people explained to me that this rigamarole was just to make more money ordering expensive but unecessary studies.  I hope she doesn't bleed to death, or I'll look pretty silly.

I made a small (1-cm) incision and the benign-appearing hemangioma popped out of the opening and was easily removed.   

As of today, I am the very proud father of four teenagers!  Actually, we found the ages 11 and 12 much more difficult than the teen years, which have generally been a breeze.  Happy Birthday, Paul!!

During Amy's memorial service in Omaha, her dear friend, Caroline, shared memories of Amy.  She said that after Amy had been married a year, Caroline asked her what she had learned about herself and Amy said, "I realize how selfish I am."  If you knew Amy well, you would not come up with 'selfish' if asked to pick 10 adjectives to describe her.  I had to follow up with Caroline and ask if she could explain what Amy meant by that.  I hoped that Caroline would say something like that after being married to such a selfless guy like myself, Amy realized how selfish she was, but not surprisingly, she had a more plausible explanation:  "As I recall, she meant that the day to day of being married revealed how many choices she had been making (in life so far, before marriage) to do as she pleased, to satisfy her preference, in ways which she never realized until someone else’s needs and desires became part of her life on a daily basis.  Would she let go of her preference, or insist on her way in details of life? Would she discipline her heart, or allow herself to indulge in (unseen) irritation over choices you might make in dealing with the day to day which were different than her habit? Submission reveals selfishness instantly and thoroughly.  I think it revealed more than she expected, and was a greater battle than she had prepared for.  It was also clear she was determined to face that challenge and overcome it, by God’s power and her surrender.  I remember thinking if she was struggling with selfishness in marriage, then I was terrified!"

That made perfect sense to me as now I can be 'selfish' again.  I can decide what we are having for lunch without asking, and can buy anything I want without concern whether or not Amy would agree it was a good use of our finances, or leave my deodorant on the counter.  I can see why people who marry at older ages have difficulty with adjusting to living with someone else.  I used to think that was kind of a silly excuse, but I had always had a roommate.  Amy must have listened to herself about being selfish because she was anything but.  She was incredibly easy to live with.

In our division of labors, Amy did the laundry 95% of the time.  But last night Ben had to resort to me.  At 6 pm he realized that he needed clothes for his week-long school trip to a remote Andean village to do a 'community service project'.  Luckily, we live in a desert where it is so dry the dew point is below freezing and you really can hang clothes at night on our rooftop clotheslines and they will be dry by morning.  In this case, they needed to be dry by 4:30 am, which is when Ben had to be at school with all of his stuff.  We don't even own a drier, so I was happy when I woke up and sure enough, they were dry.  Even blue jeans.  Our kids attend a school attended by, let's say, 'well-resourced kids.'  Many of our kids' classmates live in fancy homes and their parents drive fancy cars.  Ironically, Ben, having spent 8 years of his life in Abancay, will have had more experience that most of his classmates being in remote, 'poorly-resourced' Andean villages!  He was so excited about his trip he said that he wasn't sure if he had slept at all last night.  Hopefully, he got some sleep on the 7- to 10-hour bus ride today.

Oh, yes.  I almost forgot.  I had to go to a notary to sign an 'authorization to travel' but this time, since it was within the country, it was simple and quick.

Peru goes to great effort to reduce child trafficking.  One of the rules they've instituted is that minor children not accompanied by both parents cannot leave the country without a notarized authorization from the parent that isn't traveling with them.  This is probably good to keep an angry spouse from taking the kids to some other country without telling the other parent.  What does one do if he is the only parent after the other one dies?  Our mission secretary told me that I would need to take the death certificate with me to the airport.  Check.  Death certificate.  Got it the morning after Amy died.  When we arrived in Lima on Monday to get my residency card the mission secretary revised her advice and told me that the death certificate isn't enough.  One has to go to a notary and have them give me an authorization to travel.  "Why isn't a death certificate enough?"  "They are too many fake death certificates out there," was the reply.  "But isn't it just as easy to get a fake authorization from a notary?"  is the next obvious question that no one can answer adequately.  Okay.  No problem.  We went to the notary, where they requested birth certificates for the kids.  "Here you go!" I said preparedly.  "These are several years old.  You need new ones." was the reply.  How would a new birth certificate show that Amy and I are the true parents better than an older one that I had?  That's the way it is.  We went to another notary.   After looking over my papers they concluded "Your death certificate is from a different region.  We can't verify its authenticy."  Panic started to swell as I wondered what I would do if no notary would give me my authorization.  Thankfully, the third notary seemed to know what she was doing and was reasonable in trusting my children's birth certificates, national identity cards and passports and wrote up the authorization.  Whew!  So we were able to fly to the US this morning and are here in Omaha making preparations for Saturday's memorial service at Christ Community Church at 11 am.  After the 2nd notary, we were going to go to downtown Lima to the birth certificate office (RENIEC) to have them verify Amy's death certificate, but providentially (I truly believe God had his hand in this) all four taxis we stopped and asked for a ride said they wouldn't take us.  That closed door led us to the third notary who gave us the authorization.