Why Mercy Ships?
It was the
late 1990s when I first heard about Mercy Ships and the work they were doing
providing free surgeries for the poorest people of earth. It was on a Christian
radio broadcast, and with just hearing how people were changed from hiding a
disfiguring tumor growth to being made new with sometimes a simple surgery,
stuck in my mind. Those with benign but enormous tumors and those with cleft
palates were often shunned by people in their communities who thought they were
demon possessed. A child growing up with a disfigured face would not be welcome
in school.
After hearing
that broadcast, I told my youngest daughter at the time, “this breaks my heart.
I want to go some day.” It wasn’t until
about 12 years later when she was off to college that I first had got involved,
beyond monthly support, with Mercy Ships.
For most of 2009, I had the privilege of serving in Benin, West Africa, using
my non-medical, administrative gifts.
Adam
There are
many stories of transformed lives but one that will always be foremost in my
mind is 15-year-old Adam who had a massive tumor growing on the outside of his
right jaw. Adam worked as a sheepherder in a remote, northern Benin village. His
father saw a poster offering hope because Mercy Ships provided free surgeries,
with pictures of others with enlarged tumors that looked like his son’s. He sought out the screening near his community
to see if Adam would qualify for a surgery to remove his tumor. He wanted his
son to be healed. Mercy Ships screening team examined Adam and they received an
appointment card for surgery, several months before his turn would come.
Months
later, as the time drew near, the father left his two wives and other children and
brought Adam the long journey to Cotonou, where the M/V Africa Mercy hospital
ship awaited his arrival. Adam saw the
ocean for the first time and boarded the old, sturdy ship and was admitted to
the ward with his father staying by his side.
That is
where my husband, Guy, and I met Adam. He was awaiting all the tests necessary
and looking anxious. The dialect of their village was different than any of the
translator’s abilities, so all we could do to greet Adam and his dad was
through awkward smiles. We brought over a Jenga game and set it up on Adam’s
bed tray and motioned if he wanted to play. It took just a few examples of how
to pull pieces of wood without it falling, back and forth. We engaged in
several games and laughter came after the pieces of wood came crashing down
taking the anxiety with it.
A few days
later, Adam was in surgery and his father was distraught not knowing how his
son was doing. We stayed by him and I prayed for him in a language he didn’t
understand.
Adam
returned from surgery and the recovery room, bandaged and groggy. His tumor was
so large that many of his teeth had to be extracted in its removal. But the
tumor was gone.
We continued
to spend time with Adam and his dad when they were moved to the Hospitality
Center off ship for continued recovery and easy access to physicians on-board.
Waiting can be boring and Adam learned how to make braded bracelets and made one for me, finishing by flashlight.
Waiting can be boring and Adam learned how to make braded bracelets and made one for me, finishing by flashlight.

On our last visit with Adam and his dad during their final check-up, two translators were found that could give us words and they flooded out. We would say something that one translator would tell the second translator who knew the language of Adam’s village, and reverse. And how the words flowed in that short amount of time. It was then that we found out about the long journey to the ship and his family. Both Adam and his dad were thankful to God for His gift that came through the surgeon’s hands and even us, who spent time playing Jenga and just being there.
Adam would
be 25 now. Perhaps he is married and has children of his own. I may never know,
but I do know that his life was changed in 2009. He is probably an accepted
member of his community and hopefully, he is stilling spending time with his loving
dad.
Return to Mercy Ships
God has
opened the doors for me to return leaving in just 5 days, April 8. I will be volunteering full-time in Medical Capacity Building, then Reception and taking time to get to know people like Adam on the side!
Thank you for joining in any way you can, financially and/or prayer.
Thank you for joining in any way you can, financially and/or prayer.
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