When I wrote earlier this week about the dentists visiting the orphanage in Kyengera Uganda I wasn’t able to find the photos Elitia sent me in the email. After a round in the ring with myself for losing them, I bothered her to send them again. I felt terrible because I know every bit of information sent over the internet from Uganda costs per byte. So, now I can share with you the visual sensation of their church being transformed into a clinic. I still cannot get over the big smiles on their faces!
Craig’s brother, Don, (Emily’s father) is an anesthesiologist. He and Emily are joining us on the mission trip in June. Very casually we discovered yesterday that if there needs to be extractions done as a result of the dental exams given he could supervise having their pain removed. This is incredible. As Mama Tonya for this clan it grieves me in wide portions of my heart to think they will endure dental treatment without anesthesia. And in Uganda they don’t numb the pain at the dentist. I can remember walking by dentists offices in town and hearing the kind of screaming that makes you fall to your knees when you hear it. I cringe at the thought of it. I’m one to sit in the dentist chair needing a tranquilizer for my anxiety and a double dose of the numbing shot. To even consider that my children there will endure the unimaginable pain of having drillings or extractions done without any anesthesia causes me to break out in hives. So, when Don said, oh yes, if we have the dentists come while I am there, I’ll make sure they feel no pain. Don’t we all LOVE our anesthesiologist? I’ll just say when I gave birth four times and I’d had it with the contractions I fell in love on the spot with the guy who held the big needle and took away my pain. This is wonderful news. Elitia! Let’s get busy and have the dentists return so the kids don’t have any pain.