Tomorrow is officially the first day of rainy season. I have my doubts, however, as to rainy season will actually begin on time. We did have an unexpected week or so of rain about a month ago, and it did storm earlier this week. To me, this indicates that dry season will want to hang around a little bit. We have already seen the fruits of rainy season—literally. I finally got to eat a mango!! They have not yet been in season since I’ve been in Cameroon, but let me tell you—they were worth the wait! (And if you can’t tell from my title, I’m really excited about the mangos!!)
School has been busy. I’ve been working with the 4th graders on their research paper, and I’m teaching writing to 6th grade. Both grades just turned in their papers, and I had fun grading the 6th graders historical fiction stories. One of the 6th graders wrote about a slave escaping to freedom during the Civil War. Apparently, he didn’t fully understand the concept of the Underground Railroad. In his story, his main character Jared supposedly escaped to freedom by riding a literal underground train. Carol and I corrected that theory. J
Yesterday Sam and I were able to go with Carol on one of her medical visits. That was a really neat experience. This particular visit was to see a young boy that has been having problems with his leg. Carol went to see him first on Monday, but because his mother (who speaks French) wasn’t there, she had a difficult time communicating with those that were there. But, she did look at the boy and strongly felt that he had Burkett’s Lymphoma (whatever the real name for that is). When we went to see him yesterday, his mother was there. She was able to pull out some medical records and told us that the boy had begun chemo treatments in Yaoundé. He has another appointment scheduled on the 24th of this month. Thankfully, they have faithfully kept each of their appointments at the hospital, despite the many costs involved (of transportation and hospital fees). The mother showed us pictures of when he was first diagnosed back in September. What a difference those treatments have made! I’m so thankful that he’s been able to get medical attention. But please pray for Abdou. The poor little guy is only about 6 years old. He looked like he was in pain when we visited him, and he can only lie on the floor all day longer. We’re praying that most importantly, God will work through this situation to bring the family to Him. He is the Great Physician after all!
God is so good to give us times us sweet fellowship when we most need it. Just yesterday even, I was able to chat on Facebook with two dear friends. What an encouragement they both were to me!! The missionary ladies here are planning on having a get-together with the missionary ladies down in Bandjoun (just an hour away). I think we’re all excited for a break—and for chicken! (Yes, we’re already planning what we’re going to eat!) And we’re all looking forward to a time of fellowship together, without all the kids running around.
