Saturday, February 2, 2013

One fateful statement

We had been here about two weeks when Robert made the fateful statement. "Hey I think we have caught up. Things should go more smoothly now." Two minutes later we received a phone call from President. Sister Oliveira was still in Portugal having medical test. The results were in. She needed surgery - now. President said he was leaving the next morning and we needed to check our email. The email started with him, went to President Texeira, the European Area President, then to Elder Rasband, of the Presidency of the Seventy, and then to Elder Nelson of the Quorum of the Twelve. It was the approval for Robert to be acting mission president until President returned.
So now we were scrambling to determine what of the financial stuff I could do with my limited Portuguese so Robert could focus on the missionaries. For the next few days we just ran!
The first morning I paid three bills at three different places and was able to muster enough Portuguese to do it right. Robert said he was not surprised. He has always felt I could spend money in ANY language. HA. The rest of the afternoon I spent at a doctor's office with one of the Elders, while Robert welcomed two new missionaries to the mission. Later that afternoon two more came.
The next day President called in a panic. He had forgotten that this weekend was the Mindelo District's Priesthood meeting. He told Robert he would need to do some interviewing for Priesthood advancement and would be speaking at the meeting. Now we were scrambling for plane tickets.
The next day, Friday, the Assistants were able to get a plane ticket - A plane ticket. Robert would go alone to Mindelo. No worries. That night we had the privilage of taking Sister McKnight out for her farewell dinner in President's behalf. That was easy duty. It was at a very nice place in the same building as President's condo.
Saturday was not much of a P-day but we managed to get groceries bought and laundry done enough that Robert could pack. (Hey we don't have dryers here) He left shortly after the baptism where 6 people were baptized.
Sunday he did the interviews and spoke at the Priesthood meeting. Puling a talk out of your hat is one thing. Pulling it out of your hat in Portuguese is another but he did well.
Monday I did all I could in the office and took Sister McKnight out to buy some souvenirs for her grandchildren. Robert was still in Mindelo doing interviews with missionaries until that evening when he flew to the Island of Sal and meet with the missionaries there. He came home that night.
Tuesday was a Zone Conference for the Santiago South Zone here in Praia. Robert spoke while I went to CV Movel. I had to buy some things for the phones called Sim Cards. You put them in the phone to activate the phone with a phone number. I needed ten of them. I went in and said, “Eu presico dez sim cartoes.” Now you say sim in Portuguese something like you say sing in English. And cartoes is pronounced something like cartowns. I worked so hard to say it in perfect Portuguese and once I did the clerk smiled and said “Sim Cards” just like you would say it in English. Apparently they say Sim Card. I said, “Como se diz?” pointing to the cards to verify and she said, “Sim Card.” We both laughed. While there I also handed her a written request for the phone records of a certain missionary. That was no laughing matter.
The next morning started with Robert calling the Zone Leaders in Mindelo and sending them to collect said certain missionary's phone. That was a real drama but they have to learn to live by the rules. I was also having drama of my own. I spent the afternoon trying to place an order of supplies for the mission. Nothing was working right. I finally emailed our friend, Florian, in Germany. He came to CV last November to train us all. I told him how nothing was working and I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong. I felt so stupid. He told me that all the glitches were because I needed to change the country from US to CV, an option down at the bottom of the page. I tried and tried but I couldn’t get it to work. He wrote me back about an hour later to say that the tech guys said it was happening to everyone and that it was not my fault. He told me not to despair. He is such a nice man. I guess I will try again tomorrow.

Thursday I did get the order off and we finished as much of the finacial stuff as we could with all the interruptions. Robert recieved 50 phone calls that day. I didn't believe him so we counted them on his phone. Exactly 50! So many pulls. But one call was to tell us President and Sister Oliveira would be returning Sunday!!She was doing much better.
Now we just needed to get through the weekend which would be spent in a very special way  - a trip to Boa Vista.

Friday, February 1, 2013

A much needed R and R

We hadn't been here but a few days when we were told that both Sister McKnight and Sister Cassita were being reassigned. It was determined that this mission was not meant for single adult woman, especially those that do not speak the language. It is a tough mission. In the future the church will be sending couples only. This was sad news as we have grown very close to Sister McKnight and Sister Cassita. As a good bye we decided to go to Cidade Velha or old city. We spent most of Saturday just looking at all the sights. Some of them date back to the 1600s.

 This is the old pathway leading to the very old church.

This is the three musketeers just outside the old Covento de Sao Francisco church -Sister McKnight, Sister Mathews and Sister Cassita.

 This is Robert in the church. Reading of the history of this area written in the church was a real education. We Americans have always heard great things of Sir Frances Drake the explorer. Umm. Well the Cape Verdians refer to him as a pirate. After he attacked and pillaged Cidade Velha twice they built the fort on the hill that we went to next.

 Going into the fort.

Inside the fort.

 And a view from the fort.
On a side note, this town receives many visitors every year. One of the treats that is famous here is fried eel. Yum.
We wish Sister Cassitta good luck in the Marshall Islands and Sister McKnight well in the Genealogical and Family History Center in Salt Lake City.



The Welcome Back

We arrived back in Cape Verde the morning of January 8, 2013. We flew out of Salt Lake City on the morning before. We arrived in Boston and had a several hour layover, partly because the Cape Verde plane was late. Just a reminder of what we were going back to - laid back island living. Nothing is on time. But no complaints for that gave us plenty of time to enjoy some Boston Clam Chowder at Legal Sea Food in the airport. (Going to miss American food)  We hit the Praia runway about 10 in the morning. We were exhausted. When we walked up the stairs to outr apartment on the third floor, we passed the office on the second floor and this is what we saw.



I loved the "especially Elder Gunnerson and Twix" at the bottom (It is actually Twiggs). They were the missionaries chosen to take our place - about two weeks after we left. Obviously by that time things were getting a bit dicey. With zero training and direction they still managed to keep things mostly afloat.


We entered our apartment exhausted but managed to unpack, shower and go back down to the office. Sister Oliveira had made us lunch which we had with the Oliveiras, Elder Cruz de Santos, Elder Hill, Elder Pugmire and Sister McKnight. That is when the President told us that he and Sister Oliveira were leaving for Portugal that night. Poor Sister Oliveira was also having some health problems. They left right after lunch. 
Then we walked into our office ... Within minutes Robert received a call from Germany insisting we get  several financial journal entries done so they could close out the 2012 books! That is when the fun began. Finding the information and recording it under the right categories took us hours. During that time Robert also got a glimpse of the petty cash situation and nearly started hyperventilating. About $1700 could not be accounted for. I started to help him and did four journal entries before Holden called me downstairs to the garage. The copies of the Book of Mormon - that I had ordered in September - were being delivered (two pallets worth) along with the curriculum order for the mission's two districts AND the stake (three tall pallets worth.) There were boxes everywhere. I knew I did not have the strength to deal with it then so I just showed them where to put everything and went back upstairs to help Robert finish. It was well into the evening when we crawled back up the stairs to finally get some rest. This mission has certainly cured my insomnia. Ha!
President Oliveira was only gone a few days. In his absence we were able to account for all the petty cash and get most of the financial stuff under control. The thing that hit us the hardest was the mission had managed to close seven apartments and open ten. Ten new apartments is five weeks?! We were scrambling to find contracts, old and new, electric and water bills, old and new, paying painters and guys with trucks, and bills from appliance stores. It was crazy, but we got it done. Well at least we think we have. We still have four contracts floating around the islands that the missionaries are absolutely promising to send to us. And every time the phone rings, I wonder if someone has another bill. What a welcome it has been!


Thursday, January 31, 2013

Birthdays and New Years and Spider Bites

Two days after Christmas we went to the doctor and found out the patch on my eardrum had not come off. The hole in the eardrum had not closed. We would have to come back after New Years. With that news we decided to drive down to Las Vegas. It would be Robert's father's birthday that week and we wanted to help celebrate his 93rd with him. This a shot of him from 7 Christmases ago holding his first great-grandchildren, Bruce and Anna. Here is to the worlds best great grandfather, grandfather, father-in-law and father. Happy Birthday Dad.

We didn't actually get to stay for the birthday because of when they set up my appointment but we did get to spend some time with him. Danielle and Dave came up from Glendale and we were able to see them too. Dave looked in my ears with his scope.(He graduates this spring from medical school) He looked in the good ear first and was telling us all about eardrums. Then he looked in my other ear and pulled back saying, "That looks better?!" He kept telling us how it was an amber, dark amber. But on the day we left he looked at it again and said that some of it was returning to the normal color. I was making progress.
On New Years Eve we drove back to Salt Lake City. We rang in the New Year with Paul. We made a toast that Paul would find a wife this year and we are hoping it works.
While in Las Vegas Robert had this round red spot about the size of a nickle form on his arm. He thought nothing of it.
That week we went to the doctor about my ear and found out my ear was good enough to go back to Cape Verde. There was still a microscopic hole in my eardrum and so I had to promise I would not put my head under water for the rest of my mission or until a qualified doctor could verify it had closed. No worries.I wasn't planning on going swimming and with a plug in the ear I can shower without getting water in it.
I then suggested that Robert get his arm looked at. He wouldn't do it for fear they would make us stay even longer. We had stayed in the States five weeks already and he was going stir crazy. So off we went. This is what his arm looked like a few days after returning to Cape Verde.
 A doctor here verified it was a spider bit, a brown recluse. He had to go on steriods and antibiotics and put a cream on it. It is much better now.

Christmas in Brigham City

It was indeed a white Christmas. We left for Mark and Mandy's on Christmas Eve and it looked like this.

We finally arrived at their home at about nine o'clock in anticipation of the big event. This is what we were greeted with the next morning - a visit from Santa!







Bruce, who is getting his own room, asked for things to make it look like an explorers room, hence the world map. Rachel, as always, wanted anything girly. And Madelyn, anything fun.
But the added surprise was the boxes. Mandy received a freezer from her parents and the box became the best gift of all - especially with builder Uncle Paul at the helm. He united another box with it and walla an instant fort. Here he is with Madelyn before the building began.
And as another Christmas bonus, we actually were able to call all the rest of our family and talk with them. Oh all the things we took for granted before our mission.

Back in the Estados Unidos

We flew out of Cape Verde on Friday morning,the day after Thanksgiving, literally on a wing and a prayer. The doctors were very worried that my eardrum would burst in flight. It didn't. It actually did not hurt as much as I thought, and I have to attribute that to prayer.
We landed in Boston late and the first shock for me was the Christmas decorations. We had seen none in Praia and I had almost forgotten our custom here of decorating so completely. The Boston airport looked beautiful with huge Christmas trees. The second shock was the cold as we climbed into the shuttle that took us to our hotel. I had only brought cotton skirts and blouses to Cape Verde so I was hardly prepared for Boston.
The first thing we did in the hotel was drink from the tap (no filter) and turn on the TV (something in English). The next morning we had to get up very early to catch a flight to Dallas. We had a one hour layover just minutes from Jessica's home where Danielle was visiting. But alas this is the Saturday after Thanksgiving and the busiest travel day of the year. There was no way we could go out to see them and make it back in through security to catch our flight in the little time we had. So close ... It hurt. We did call them from the airport. But still ...
From there we flew to Salt Lake City. One of Paul's friends picked us up as he and Mark, with family, were driving back from having Thanksgiving with Grandpa in Las Vegas. Once at Paul's apartment we picked up our car and drove right to Walmart. What were we thinking entering Walmart on the Saturday after Black Friday?! It was insane but we were able to buy a phone and minutes to put on the phone. We called our children to tell them we were there safely and what our phone number was. Then we called the doctor as we were instructed. I honestly didn't think he would see me until Monday but within an hour of us calling, he opened his office to examine me. Over two hours later, he had seen my ear, consulted with his partners and lance my eardrum. It was bulging so much that after lancing it, he had to suck out the infection behind it. One word - ouch! Then he had to figure out what to give me. I am allergic to the most effective antibiotic for this type of thing so he went with another oral antibiotic and gave me some antibiotic ear drops.
When we finally got back to Paul's apartment he was home but Mark and Mandy had already left to get up to Brigham City before it got to late. The grandchildren were disappointed as where the grandparents.
I spent the next few days laying around Paul's apartment. I was so sure that I would just bounce back now that I had been treated properly. But by Wednesday of the next week I felt worse. I had actually fainted twice. I went back to the doctor and they discovered that a lot more had drained out of my ear and had hardened on my eardrum, which was causing pain. The doctor had to scrape it all off my eardrum. Another word - ouch! They also determined I needed to be put on an IV antibiotic. We went from there to the hospital but after 8 tries they could not get an IV into my arm. Finally they gave me something to eat and lots and lots to drink. Then they brought in an ultrasound machine and found a vain big enough. Sigh. We went to the hospital every day after that for a week. Finally they determined the infection was gone but the eardrum had not closed back over. Normally a lanced eardrum will close up in three to five days. It had been two weeks and no healing. They had to put a patch on my ear and told us that the patch is designed to fall of when the hole is gone. We would have to wait at least 2 weeks, as the doctor felt it would be at least that long before the patch would dissolve. He also suggest I get checked out for the fainting spells and see if anything secondary was going on as my strength was not returning. (It was later determined that all of this may have been a bout with the shingles - in my ear. That would explain the pain and also why I did not respond to the antibiotics at the first. I had had a case of shingles many years ago so this was not as intense but enough to cause problems and eventually bring on a bacterial infection in the ear.)
Waiting a few more weeks was a bit of a disappointment. We were anxious to get back to Cape Verde but it was also a silver lining. We were going to be with our family for Christmas, or at least with part of them.
I also have to say that being in Salt Lake City around the holidays is inspiring and very comforting. The lights on Temple Square, the Nativity exhibit and the Temple lit made for a beautiful and  quaint picture. When it snowed it felt like we were in a snow globe.










 

Thanksgiving

I know many of you are wondering why I have not written in awhile. It is a long story.

Several months ago we were settling into our routine of none stop action when I had a fainting spell that landed me in the hospital in Praia. For nearly 3 hours I came in and out of consciousness. They could not determine what caused it - if you could see the hospital here you would understand why. For weeks I felt okay but noticed something of a bump in my ear and it became irritated and my ear canal began to swell. I tried swimmer's ear drops and about passed out from the sting of them. I went into a doctor soon after and he diagnosed me with an ear infection. He gave me five days of a low grade antibiotic. That didn’t touch it. I went in again but the doctor was not in town and according to the nurse at the clinic they had no doctors there that looked at ears. The mission nurse, Sister Cassita, suggested I get the antibiotic refilled. I did and still did not get results. I went into another doctor and more antibiotics were given. Nothing seemed to help. My ear and my head behind my ear just ached all the time. Finally I went back to the original doctor who said he thought I had mastoiditis - a dangerous infection that can enter the brain.  Sister Cassita called the mission doctor in Germany, Dr. Swensen, who consulted with some ENTs in the states. The consensus was I was to fly to Salt Lake City as soon as possible, as there was no way to do a c-scan to confirm what the Cape Verde doctor suspected. There are no c-scans in the entire country.
Needless to say we were devastated. But Sister McKnight and Sister Cassita tried to keep our spirits up by helping us celebrate Thanksgiving. As you can image Cape Verdians do not celebrate this holiday and the only reason we even remotely pulled off the dinner was because Sister Cummings (the old nurse) had mailed us a care package with stuffing mix and cranberry sauce. Here is our feast. Two skinny roasted chickens , corn bread, stuffing. mash potatoes and gravy. It was all great.
And to top it off Sister McKnight made a pie. She had to hunt everywhere for this thin flimsy but workable pie tin. The apple pie was delicious which is a testimonial to Sister McKnight's cooking skills as she was very limited in what she could find.
The day went smoothly except for a little drama. President and Sister Oliveira were on another island so just before we sat down to eat some panicked Zone Leaders called Elder Mathews to tell him they had a rouge missionary. He hoped in the car to help out. It took about an hour for the three of them to find him. President spoke to him over the phone and all ended well. Then Elder Mathews joined us at the somewhat delayed feast. After that we went home to pack.