A Visit to the Nicaragua Hespital
Facing the Pan American High-
way at kilometer No. 122, which
measures the exact distance from
Managua, the capital city of the
country, is the Nicaragua Adventist
Hospital. This institution with its
clinic and hospital, the new nurses’
dormitory, two doctors’ homes, and
an adequate service building, is
nestled in a valley surrounded on- all
four sides by verdant mountain
ranges. We are looking forward to
having a lovely little church building
and other homes soon,
Dr. Fred B. Moor, Jr., is the
medical director of the hospital, and
Barbara Thurlow, the director of the
school of nursing. Dr. William H.
Shea, Dr. Karen Shea, Jose Antonio
Lizarraga, Flory Fonseca, Faustina
Quiroz, Dorothy Campbell, Corinth
Brooks, Ana E. Arroyo, eight student
nurses, five practical nursing students,
along with Olga E. Russell, office
secretary, and Juana de Cruz, re-
ceptionist, make up our hospital
family.
A typical day at the clinic begins
at eight o'clock when Mrs. Cruz
greets the patients with a bright
“Good morning” and asks how many
want an appointment. While she
gives out cards with numbers ranging
from one to 30, the poor people
respond with “I am very sick,” “May
I go first for I come from a great
distance?” “I need to see the doctor
“I am extremely poor, Senora,”
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soon,
ANA E. ARROYO
etc. While it is true that many of
these ailing people come from great
distances and a lot of these patients
are very poor, all are treated in the
same way. As they are called one
by one, the doctors and nurses give
a Christian touch to their interviews,
showing interest in their spiritual
needs as well as in their body ills.
Then they are sent to the laboratory
or X-ray department for further tests,
if necessary, and finally a diagnosis
is made and treatment prescribed.
They are given their medicine and
sent away with a word of hope and
cheer. Our clinic thus serves from
50 to 75 patients a day.
Come with me "to the hospital, a
little distance from the clinic, where
we will find some 25 surgical patients.
As in any hospital we see nurses
coming and going, patients checking
in and out, a patient being wheeled
from the operating room, or people
making financial arrangements in the
business office.
Although there is a sign which says
that entrance is forbidden, we are
going to visit the surgical department
briefly. There we find Miss Fonseca,
who is in charge of the department,
and a student nurse preparing ma-
terials, sterilising instruments, putting
all in order for the next operation
whether it be major or minor surgery.
If we walk about two blocks from
the hospital toward the mountain,
we will find a large vellow-spotted
The. recently completed nurses’ home at the Nicaragua. Hospital, which has made
possible new avenues of service for this institution. The workers appreciate your
liberal 13th Sabbath offering
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‘ become a reality. 7. 0 tov
in December, 1960, -so that this ' dream could
one
black ball hanging above our heads.
It is a unique lighting fixture at the
entrance of the nurses’ dormitory.
On entering the building we see the
meeting room where all our worship
services are held, and we hear the
happy noises which are so charac-
teristic of a home for youth. This
home has brought new possibilities
for the future growth of the hospital.
It has made possible the preparation
of Christian nurses to serve our hos-
pital and the sick in other sections
of our mission. We thank our brothers
and sisters not only in Inter-America
but also througout the whole world
for their sacrificial giving on a 13th
Sabbath, which made this dormitory
a possibility.
Pray for us that we may do our
part in finishing the work so that
Christ can soon come.
DEDICATION . . .
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know how to eat for health unless
we teach them by precept and ex-
ample. “Better than any other
inheritance of wealth you can give
to your children will be the gift of
a healthy body, a sound mind, and
a noble character.”—Ibid., p. 3686.
At the close of an early
morning camp meeting service a
fine man linked arms with the min-
ister and asked whether they could
go for a walk together. They started
down a beautiful country road. Much
time passed without either man’s
saying a word. Finally as they came
around a bend in the road, the man
asked the minister to pause a
moment. “Would you pray a dedi-
catory praver for me this morning?”
“Yes,” said the minister, “I will.
What do you wish to dedicate?”
“I did not realise until this
morning that all the acres, the cattle,
the. home, the big dairy barns, the
orchard, the store buildings in the
city, are not really mine, They belong
to God; I only have them in trust.
I want you to tell the Lord that I
will be. the steward and administrator
of His property that He wants me
to be. And when you are finished,
would you wait a moment; I have
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MESSENGER