Un Milagro…

It’s been crickets on our blog, lately.  Sorry bout’ that.  Let’s get to it…

It was a hectic thursday a couple weeks ago, one in which I was grateful for the expertise of Dr. Peter and Dr. Dave, as we handled some challenging cases.  The case that got my attention, and that I think will interest you, was the guy who got shot in the face…

Just down the road a spell, couple miles, there is the community of San Luis.  There’s a pretty decent soccer field to the North of the main road where I often see teenagers playing futbol (soccer), or free-range brahma cows milling about, lounging under the canopy.  On Sundays there are some organized games that go on, young men wearing bright uniforms competing, and townsfolk enjoying the event on the sidelines.

Right across the road from this field is a bar and pool house.  And it’s from this unsavory establishment that our future patient apparently stumbled.  It’s not clear exactly how the confrontation went down, but ‘Pablo’ was drunk beyond coherency.  It’s said that he was tongue-lashing another fellow, which turned out to be the wrong dude to mess with.  Because this Muchacho proceeded to pop him in the face with a .22 pistol and leave him for dead.

We all converged on his bed in the ER, Peter directing traffic and Dave using his Military trauma surgery experience to make the quick assessment that “shot-directly-in-the-face” comes with a bad prognosis.  To confound matters, Pablo was so drunk that it was difficult to tell if he was unconscious due to a bullet shredding his white matter, or because he drank too many ‘Salva Vida’s (the Honduran beer of choice, literally translated means ‘Lifesaver.–how ironic).

The entry wound was just below his left eye, the small hole within his lower eyelid.  The eye was bulging and unresponsive to light, or even the less-scientific-but-more-practical jabbing with a gloved finger test.  Peter relieved the pressure of the hematoma by cutting open the outside of his eyelid, which would later prove to have saved the eye.  But at the moment, we believed that the bullet had passed through the globe, not to mention his brain.

X-rays were done and we monitored his vital signs, which remarkably stayed stable despite our belief that a bullet had ‘un-brained’ him.  The X-rays demonstrated the bullet lodged in the soft tissue of the back of his neck.  Somehow, this bullet went through the bones of his face, missed his eye, his brain, his spine and spinal cord, all significant blood vessels and nerves, and probably some other anatomical parts I’ve forgotten since med school.  This is what we refer to in medicine as  ‘a miracle,’ a doctory-techno-jargon term.

The next morning, Pablo was hungry and asking for breakfast.   His vision was perfect.  His mentation, normal.  He was able to solve the Rubik’s cube in 84 seconds.   He then performed advance calculus derivatives, and started reading War and Peace.  The point is, he was fine.  His dad was sitting there, as amazed as we were.  We discussed the miracle, and that this was another opportunity given to Pablo from the Lord to change his life.  His dad certainly recognized the significance of the event, and was hopeful for his ‘boy’ (he was in his 20’s).  We had Oscar (one of our Honduran pastors) come pray with him, and encourage him in sobriety.

Let’s pray for this kid, that he realizes the second chance he has been given, and allows God to transform him.

the bullet:


That white spot behind his neck is the bullet.

Below is a photo of a little girl that I admitted to the hospital last week.  She is 3 yrs old and when she was born, the Honduran doctor informed her mother that she had a serious heart condition.  They told her to take her home, and that she would die there shortly.  Obviously, she didn’t die, but it only took a brief glance at her to see that she was not well.  Her lips, fingers and toes were all a bluish purple hue, and she was breathing rapidly.  Ironically, this was not the reason her mom brought her to us.  In fact, her mom reassured us that this is what she looked like all the time.  She brought her in because she had sores in her mouth and wasn’t eating.

The condition in her mouth was from a virus, causing ‘gingivostomatatis,’ which is like a giant canker sore covering your entire mouth.  It is often so painful that children won’t even swallow water, and thus they get dehydrated.

We treated her mouth and she got better, but the sad reality is that her heart condition requires a major surgery that they likely will never be able to get done here in Honduras.  Which means that her life is likely going to be very short.  I ordered a test to assess her heart structure, in hopes that her parents will actually follow through with it.  Then, if they return to discuss the results, maybe we can throw a ‘Hail Mary,’ and find a way to get her the surgery somewhere.



Dr. Dave Hernandez, obstetrics and gynecology, from Texas (and many other places…) who spent a week with us in service.  We had a great week together and he was a huge encouragement to us in many ways.


dinner in Balfate at a local ‘comedor’-kitchen, with Dr. Hernandez and the Stockton clan.   Fried chicken and coke…

Below, Dr. Michael Heiland, and His wife Lauren, and daughter Graciana. And Bun-in-the-oven Gabriel.  They spent the month with us, and Dr. Michael worked his butt off, helping us while we were short handed.  We shared Christmas and New years together, he helped me grieve during Washington’s loss to Alabama in the college playoffs, and we enjoyed many times of fellowship.  We really appreciate you guys, thanks!!


Also, Dr. Chandra Lundgren (OB/Gyn) from Lincoln, Nebraska, visited us for a week to help while we were short handed.  Chandra knows her football, and is pretty decent at Ultimate frisbee.  She’s also not afraid to hop on the Loma de Luz zip-line…


Water funnel forming off the shore from the hospital

Ok, this is a seriously legit bug.  My new favorite.   We’ve seen them before, but not quite this big…   The Rhinoceros Beetle:


The bug’s ‘spurs’ drew blood on Joel’s arm…



Owen eventually ate it…


Game of futbol at the orphanage, ‘Casa de Niños.’


Heidi and I running through the village of Lucinda

Hasta luego, amigos…

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