Yesterday brought Cathy and me back to the familiar 5th floor of the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Orlando. Sometimes familiarity makes things better and sometimes it doesn’t. Some things were familiar and welcome, like the lunch cart and fresh, warm cookies, but some things were new and unwelcome. The new mix of chemo drugs gave Cathy some severe nausea and was definitely not welcome.
But drugs on drugs helped fix the nausea, and Cathy was able to finish the infusion. This one was a pretty negative experience, though, unlike the first round of chemo last year.
As before, the infusion at the hospital is followed by two days of home-administered infusion with a carry-along pump. I think Cathy might return to the land of the living sometime Friday night after it gets disconnected.
We are so grateful for everyone who is praying for her!
First Mobile Pastor Training in Cameroon
Saturday morning marked the launch of the first mobile phone pastor training in Cameroon. About 20 people came for an orientation session and, if ready, to purchase their “PTL smartphone.” (PTL = Pastors Training in Leadership). Ernest, the technical coordinator for this program in Francophone Africa, set up this launch in his home city, Yaoundé, Cameroon. Zarc, my coworker from Nairobi who is the overall tech coordinator for this project, and I traveled there to help Ernest get things going and to see how things are working on-site.
Ernest, the PTL Tech Coordinator
in Francophone Africa
Getting phones and memory chips here was a non-trivial task that took many months. The phones are almost too expensive already without import tariffs, so our African leadership has chosen to avoid adding on any other costs and hand-carry batches of phones to the various countries. Keeping these two critical ingredients (phones and memory chips) in sufficient supply will be a challenge here.
Cameroon is a bilingual country (French and English), but I think Zarc and I were the only two other English speakers in the country besides our “Campus Pour Christ” coworkers. My bad high school French confused just as many people as it worked on. And half the time my fading Hungarian would come out, and I couldn’t remember if the word I just said was actually Hungarian or French. This didn’t earn me any smiles.
It is good to be heading home!
Cathy begins chemo treatments soon, and I am traveling on Mother’s Day today. So this trip was expensive in more ways than one. Cathy assured me the trip would be OK, and her sister came down for a visit while I was gone. But I will be happy to be home.