2010!

It’s December 15th. The year is coming to an end. Yesterday was my last day with practical studies at a hospital for mentally ill persons. Which means that I have started my Christmas-holdidays:) 5/6 of my education is done!  Can’t believe it..and I don’t think the last semester will go any slower.

But, this blog is about the past year, 2010.

It’s been a very interresting year indeed! I had my first practical period in a hospital, in a ward for patients with pulmonary diseases and general infections. I learned a lot and it was really interresting and exciting! I’m actually going back there three days this week to work. While I was there I started to think of my friends in Chicago, and thought it would be nice to see them again soon. So why not go there for Easter-holidays? I did, and also visited relatives, Auni and her family and Derek and his family! Always good to see all of you! And it was so nice to be back at Jesus People in Chicago:)

Relatives;
Derek with Evelyn on his arm, Regan with Justus,
Katie, me, Chloe, Bruce, Cale and Auni

Friends and Jesus People, new and old

This second year at school ended with some ok weeks, not to hectic. Second year was finished! Wow, one more to go. This was in the start of June. Another highlight in June was my sister Maria and Ole’s wedding:D

All since I read a report on FOCUS Uganda’s mission in 2009, I had decided to go there and be a part of the 2010-mission. After some small problems in Nairobi, and a night at a hotel there, it was so good to be back!!! To sit in Sam and Alice’s livingroom, walk on dusty roads to Watoto Church to attend 12-o’clock service was really wonderful! I enjoyed everything I saw along the road, and was thinking; “home”. The mission was wonderful, and I got new friends from Uganda and the US. I hope you have read the blogs about it and about the medical outreach in the Katanga slum. Can’t describe it with words.

Coming back to Oslo me and Kay moved all our things to my new small room and cleaned the apartment before going home. This was the last summer to not be a  real nurse! So probably the last one to work in the home based care at home:) It was ok, but I like the wards better, or health-work in Africa. But a summer at home also mean time with family and friends. And not least, this summer Janelia and Kristian got married. Eirik and Coralanne also got married, in the US, but they had a celebration at Valderøya too <3

Eirik and Coralanne

 
Dag and Marit, ready for a game, Ticket to Ride

August started with a trip to Frankfurt together with Karl-Erik to be at the U2-concert! WOW! That’s all I can say:D The following weekend I went to Stavanger together with some Hald-friends to attend Prince William and Vibeke’s wedding:) Then it was kick-off at school, this fall we had lectures mostly on mental sufferings. It was also time to start work again at the hospital where I hadn’t worked for the whole summer. Every third weekend, and sometimes some extra.

The first weekend in September I went back home to attend my friends’, Yvonne and Olav’s wedding! It was really fun, so many friends was gathered! Back in Oslo, the after-school club for kids was starting again after the break. Now I was going to be one of the four in the leadership-team. I was very excited, but to be an example, not just for the kids, but now also for the other leaders, was a challenge for me! But I think I’ve growned on it and it’s been exciting to be outside my comfort-zone. But I had a break from this while I was back in Africa again. This time for practical studies in health development and prevention in Malawi together with Marielle, Åse, Liliane and Tiril! We started with one week of holidays, with a safari in Zambia. The weeks in Malawi was very interresting, mostly to see how organized it was, though in an African way, and how good the follow-up on the children was.

Yvonne and Olav

A baby gets a vaccine at MCH

Brandina, one of the children at Ministry of Hope

Coming home from Malawi I had a week before I started my practical studies in mental health, so I went home for a few days:) Two weekends after I was back at the airport. Kay, who I shared flat with the two first years in Oslo, moved to Førde this fall, so I suggested that me and Stine, a good friend of ours, should try to find a weekend when we could visit Kay together. And we actual managed! So early november we went there and had a nice, relaxing weekend. After that, seven quite intensive weeks at the mental hospital awaited me.

At home, celebrating Jakob’s birthday, 5 years!

Me, Stine and Kay, a trip in the forest

To live alone this fall has been quite boring. Especially since I haven’t had any TV until recently. Then it helps to have friends to hang out with!!

Marte, me, Astrid and Aina:)

The next five days I will work three shifts at the ward for patients with pulmonary diseases and general infections and two shifts where I usually work, ward for patients with gastrointestinal infections. Then I will go home, to enjoy time with family and friends, relax, eat good food and simply have a good time!

As you can read, I’ve done a lot of traveling, mostly by plane. I’ve actually been on 36 take-off’s (and landings), been to three new contries (Germany, Malawi and Zambia), and eight in total this year! (counting contries where I’ve been outside the airport) And I have to say, I love it:)

2010 has been a very nice, interresting and challenging year, with a lot of Blessings! 

If I should point out one highlight in 2010, it has to be the medical outreach in Katanga!

 

Want to wish you a Merry Christmas!!!

FOCUS

One afternoon this week I was taking the bus. On the window I sat next too there was small dots. I was tired after a long day at work and was dozing, so at first I didn’t notice the dots, just the traffic outside. But when I started to look and tried to focus on them, the world outside became blurry and I could almost not notice what was happening out there. And I thought, where is my focus? Do I see longer than my own life? Is the world out there just blurry for me?

Where are your focus?

Supper, TV and fun!

This past week has been very nice:) The days at the mental hospital can be kind of similar, but past Tuesday the students had a activity-day for the patients and staff with hot dogs, coffee and “gløgg” inside afterwards. They all seemed to enjoy it! Wednesday and Thursday we had different program too, so I have almost not been with the patients at all this week. Nice to have a break from the normal days.

I’m not sure if I’ve written anything about it, but this fall I’ve been without a TV. It’s been kind of boring and yeah, I’ve missed it. But on Thursday I had supper at a friend’s apartment, which was very nice! Don’t see her very often, so it was nice to watch TV and hang out. But, when I came home, outside the door into my apartment building,  there was a small TV, on a small table. On top of the remote control, on a piece of paper, it was written: “Free TV for you!”. So I thought: “Well, I can’t just leave it out here in the cold, better take it in to my warm room”. Yeah!!

My “new” TV. You might wonder what I had for dinner today when you see this picture..it was spaghetti with gravy:) And today’s food for the soul, 1 Thessalonians 5.

Friday I went to Marte to play a boardgame called Carcassonne, eat brownies with ice-cream and drink coffee, with something extra in;) Marit, Signe Lisa and Aina also joined, and we had a very very fun evening!! I won the second game by the way:) Wonderful people, a fun game and good food made it a perfect evening!

Hope everyone had a nice first Sunday in advent!! Yepp, Christmas is getting closer:) Wish you a nice week!

A sip of Wayne’s Coffee

The winter has for real come to Oslo now. The weather forcast says –5 to –15 degrees celcius this weekend. Last week five girls in my class went to Malawi, to work at the same places as me and my group did. To warm, friendly Malawi where they sit 4 people on three seats in the bus.

But, I’m here, in chilly Oslo. So theses days a warm cup of coffee is  very welcome, both for throat and hands! And on Sunday I discovered a newly opened Wayne’s Coffee not far from where I live:) So I went home, grabbed a book I’m reading and went back. A nice, cozy place with good coffee and delicious cheesecakes. Will definitively go back there! (went back on Tuesday actually, tried a cookie with the coffee, mmmm!)

One month ‘til Christmas Eve today! Or, it’s not much left of this day, but as I write, it’s still 24th. 3,5 more weeks of working with mental health. For many this is a time of handing in papers and/or exams. Good luck to you who are in one of them or in both groups! Me, have no exams. No papers.

More pictures from Wayne’s Coffee at Ramdom pictures! 

A journey with God

These thoughts came to me when I was crossing a tram-track on my way home one day.

In John 14:6 it says; ^“Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” Where does your way go? That day, crossing the tram-tracks, I got pictures of a train and its trip through the landscape and at the same time I thought of life together with Jesus. And I thought of my self as the train and Jesus as the conductor.

Diesel-trains needs refuel every now and then to continue. To have a life with Jesus we need refuel, and we can get it by reading from His word. John 4:4, ^”And Jesus answered him, saying, It is written, that man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word of God.” Sometimes trains need to be parked in a garage to get a overhaul.  Our hearts need a overhaul too, and we can get it by going to church. There you can rest, relax and let the “conductor” take care of you. Matthew 11:28, “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

Sometimes a train can derail. It can be total damaged. Then the conductor have to call for help, or he can choose to keep quiet. He might even refuse to get the help he’s offered, wanting to handle this himself. The fact is, in our Christian life, we all derail from God’s way, in a bigger or small extent, ever so often. Our heart can be broken and we can feel totally lost. But then God is there! Psalm 34:18, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” But you yourself have to let Him in to your heart. There is no handle on the outside. Revelations 3:20, “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.”

In mountainous countries, like Norway, the trains sometimes goes through tunnels. It’s dark and you can’t see the other side, but only the light from the headlamps. In life it can kind of feel the same sometimes. It feels like you’re in total darkness and you can’t see the end of the problems. Let God be your light! Exodus 13:21, “By day the Lord went ahead of them in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, so that they could travel by day or night.”

When you are through the tunnel, you might come out in a narrow valley. You can almost see the hill-sides coming down and you fear a rockslide. But don’t be afraid, trust God and His words in Psalm 23:4, “Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”

After a steep climb uphill you will often get the most spectaular view over the landscape and it’s often a wonderful scenery. In the Christian life you can really feel like you are struggleing uphill. The top seems so far away and you feel like giving up. But you are not alone. “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Deutoronomy 31:6. When you have archived your goals, resisted the struggles, you most likely will get the one of the most fantastic experience with God!

Many conductors can have been on the same route for many years. They feel like it’s theirs route. They know every inch of it. When a new conductor is taking over he won’t know the route that well. He might want to speed up to get to the station faster, forgets that the next curve is too short, and something bad can happen. But even if that goes well, he might have to stop and wait because there is another train at the station at this time, that was on time, not too early, not too late. Because “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” Ecclesiastes 3:1.

Who is the conductor of your “train”? In your life?

Nursing process on ground floor

For nurses there is something we call the “nursing process”. It has four phases.
1. Collecting data, the patient’s needs and resources.
2. Planning, prioritize problems and needs. List up goals.
3. Implementation, What to do to reach goals.
4. Evaluation.

On Wednesday I had another day with the kids. Me and another leader took a bunch with us out to a soccer-field. We had a lot of fun and the kids seemed to have a good time. But as you now, soccer can be a quite rough sport. So when one of the kids was hit in his face by the ball I kind of did the nursing process, on ground floor.

1. He need to be comforted. His resources, he can tell me where it hurts.
2. His eye hurts, he need pain-relief. Goal is; his eye doesn’t hurt.
3. Take him aside, let him sit on my lap. Tell him to close the eye that hurts. It might help.
4. He stops crying, for a little while he just sits there, I ask if he’s ok and he runs back out on the field.

Problem solved:)

Nice times

It’s getting colder here in Norway. As I write light snow is falling. It’s this time of the year. It came a little too fast this year, probably because I missed five weeks of the fall when I was in Malawi. But I’m not sorry.

As I wrote two posts ago I’m now in a hospital for elderly with mental problems, the unit I’m in is for people with psychosis and suicidal thoughts. Many of them have delusions and they see things that are not there. It’s a challenging and interresting group of patients to work with! What is the right way to care for this type of patients? How much shall I do to try to make them understand that they are having thoughts and iedeas that are sometimes taken totally out of the blue and made it real for them selves? For them it is real!

So after two weeks there, it was good to get a break and a long weekend away from work and from Oslo. Friday evening I took a small plane to a place called Førde to visit Kay, a good friend who lives there. Another good friend of ours, Stine, drove from her home to be there too! Was so nice to see them, and get to hang out a whole weekend! We ate good food, relaxed, went hiking and just had a good time.

The water is dead calm, making a mirror (photo: Stine)

Is it safe to go out? Stine is checking.

Thank you for a really nice, fun and relaxing weekend!

A givers gift

Every Wednesday a bunch of kids from 7 to 11 years old, are coming to a after-school program ran by the church I attend here in oslo. I’ve been a co-worker there for two years, and this fall i joined the leader-team. Most of these kids are muslims and we don’t do active evangelization, we simply show them that God loves them by giving them a place to be, dinner, a chance to get contact with adults, and we have different activities for them. It’s a really cool place to be, but it’s not like a quiet sewing circle where we tell fairytales to the kids. This is in the field, being Jesus’ soldiers! There is often fighting, shouting, the kids can almost do anything to get a little attention. It’s sad to see, but the ones that makes the most trouble, and we want to kick out, that’s the ones we need to sit down and talk with. But it’s not easy to get them talk..

We have many nice times too!! Times where there’s almost no fighting and the kids are just having a nice time. The sad part though, is that those times, are when the trouble-makers are absent.

Tonight I was so so blessed. This spring we had a competition at the club between the boys and the girls. If there were some boys doing nice things as helping out with stuff, and following rules they got one; . If they were doing things against the rules they got one; . And the same for the girls. Or they could get both. Then, at the end of the semester, we counted, and this time the girls had most ‘s. So their reward was a over-night party! While the girls were inside having fun, me and another leader made a bonfire out in the back yard and when we were ready they came out. We wanted to scare them a little, so when they came we pretended to be fighting and they were so scared:P But when we started to talk and they recognized our voices they dared to come over. We were ready to serve them pancakes! They were so suprised and asked over and over again why we were there and why we did this. It was so nice and truly a gift to see how happy they were!!

Home in Oslo, home at Vigra.

Again I had a Sunday where I arrived on Oslo airport. It’s a week since we came home from Malawi. It’s been good to be back, but I have to say, I miss Malawi. The weather, my butterflies, the relaxed days and Nkhata Bay and many other things! It’s boring to be in my small room by my self now…

I arrived in Oslo today again. I’ve been home for the weekend. Good to be with family and see some friends. As always, good to just be home. Not many news. Or, wait a minute. You know how people have a hobby, colleting stamps, taking photo, playing soccer. My dad collects old houses. And he has a new one on their compound now, a old storehouse on pillars. He has five smaller and bigger houses on the compound, one log cabin on a mountain and one summer-house close to the Swedish border. And there is still space for more at home!

Today Jakob turned 5 years old and tomorrow Ragna turns 19! So we celebrated with family today So nice!

When I left it was nice to see Vigra from the air, the snow looking like a white carpet. Now I’m ready for eight weeks of practical studies in a home for menthally ill elderly, in a ward for people with psychosis, personality disorder and suicidal thoughts. Will be exciting and challenging! That’s for sure! 

Syringes, market and kids

We’re in our last week here in Mzuzu and Malawi. As always, the time is not going fast, but running. It’s been a very interresting time, to see and be a part of the prevention-branch of the health-system here in Malawi. How they cope with the high numbers of HIV-positive, under-nurished and malnurished adults and kids, how they do home-based care and how they do the vaccination. One day at the HIV-clinic they asked: “Do you have HIV-clinics like this?”. They were kind of suprised when we said that we don’t know if we have any clinics that cares for HIV-positives only. It’s been interresting to see the role of the nurses here, how much more status they have here than in Norway.

Yesterday was check up-day for pregnant women. We took the blood pressure, weight and the nurse thought about diseases, with talking and singing together with the women.  I took blood samples from some of them.. They were tested for HIV, blood group and Hb, among other things. It was interresting to do it the Malawian way!

 

After lunch me and Åse went to Ministry of Hope, a home for about 12 children at 0-24 months old. Some doesn’t have a mother, and then they are counted as orphaned, even if they have a father. If so, they will stay there for some time before they will be braught back to the father. Or some has a mother, but she’s unable to take care of the baby. Anyway, we’re there just to hang out and play with these little cute ones:) So much fun and so cozy!!

Me and Brandina:)

In the afternoon I went to the big market in town together with Åse. It’s like a maze of small shops where you can get all kinds of things. It’s so interresting to walk in those narrow passages and just look at the swarm og people talking and shouting to each other. When entering the area where the food were, breathing could be challenging because of the bad smell from all the fish..

What about some beans?
 
Kasava flour
 
Fixing watches

It is kind of funny when we pass some locals on our way to town, we often pass them, because they walk so slow here, and we haer them laugh and speak, and in the middle we here they say “mzungu”, and we are not left with any doubt that they are talking about us. And I think I will miss the kids that are shouting, smiling and waving when we pass by.

The buses here is my favourite. I love sitting in one, a Toyota, packed with people. Where it’s always space for one or two more. And you think it’s not very nice to stare at people? They don’t in Malawi. And when they stare and we hear “mzungu” said many times… yepp, we know they are talking about us. But but, that’s life. The more exciting part is, will the door close? Can the conductor manage to get it back on it’s hinge? He better, he’s the one that sits halfway inside and halfway outside the car when it’s packed. Or when the speed is reaching neck-breaking hights and we are driving on the wrong side of the road, because that sometimes is the better part. The driver always manages to get back on the right side when there is a car coming. Also when he’s passing the car in front, and there is a car coming towards us…It’s no point in saying “hello, there is a car coming!!” So I do what I can do, pray.

This time in Africa I have had to make my own food, so it has not been very much african..But the group agreed that we wanted to try nsima, the same as pocho in Uganda, the white sticky maize-flour-thing one more time, so on Friday Precious got it from the students’ kitchen for supper and he thought us how to eat it with beans and vegetables with our hands. It was not as bad as I remembered it. But I still look forward to having an oven again so I can have some more variation in the dinner-way and things to put on the bread than we have had here. (At least I have the opportunity to vary)

One thing I won’t miss is the shouting in the halls and banging with the doors here where we live! 6 o’clock, or earlier, someone might sleep..doesn’t matter. If they want to shout, they shout. Will be nice to sleep in my bed and enjoy the silence!

This last Sunday we played volleyball with some of the boys. I’m glad we didn’t play Norways VS Malawi.. And it was ok that they didn’t keep score. But it was so much fun!! I hope we can do it one more time before we go home. 

But.. on Friday it’s off to Lilongwe..can’t believe it’s four weeks since we left it to go here. Wondering when my next trip to Africa will be.

Life and death

What a week this has been! Tuesday me and Liliane started in the mother and child clinic. They have a very good follow-up program for expecting mothers, new-borns and upto the kids are 5 years old. This includesn vaccination, nutrition, vital signs at the expecting mothers and extra follow-up if the baby is sick. Already on Wednesday I gave new-born babies BCG vaccine and the older kids I gave DPT. BCG is kind of hard, it should be given just right underneath the skin, and that is not easy when the baby is crying and being uneasy. But I made it on most of times:) The DPT is just intramuscular into the leg, easy.

Today has been different. If there were any medically things I feared seeing, I was pretty much cured today. Four expecting mothers were scheduled for C-section (keisersnitt) and me, Liliane and Tiril were there to watch! Don’t read further if you are a sensitive person.. the rest of this blog might be a little too much for you.

The first two got spinal anesthesia, which means that they were conscious, but couldn’t feel anything from the chest and down (or something, don’t remember how far up this kind of anesthetisa goes). The doctors and the nurses were really good, made a nice vertically cut through the abdomen into the uterus where he made a small horisontal cut. And suddenly the baby is out! Crying, breathing and kicking. The most exciting part was maybe the seconds from the baby was out to we heard a sound our could see him kick.

Baby number two, a boy, came out fine, but had water in his lounges, so the nurse had to put a tube in and absorb the fluid so he could breath proper. When his brother came we could all see that there was something wrong. He didn’t cry, didn’t kick. The doctor didn’t find any pulse, and he was declared dead. He was cleaned and wrapped into a blanket and put aside his brother.

The third patient chose not to get spinal anesthesia, so she was put into full narcosis and intubation. It was so strange to see how the body lost all it’s strenght..Especially when they were finished and she was moved over from the operation table to a bed. When she was opened up there came lots and lots of water out, and the baby, a girl with a lot of hair, was crying when she came out. A good sound.

It’s amazing how the doctor can just open up, take something out and do their thing, stitch it together again, put it back into the womb and sew the skin together. Everything done in about 30 minutes!

It’s been a day with a lot of impressions. And I’m left with many “why”s on life and death.

Sun, water and sand!

We’ve heard a lot about the nice Lake Malawi, so we planned to go there the past weekend. After som hot days in Zambia, we thought that it was rather cold here in Mzuzu. So we were ready for some heat, beach and a lake to swim in:) It took some time to get there..since the public transport is lincensed to carry 17 persons, we had to stop, let 4 people out before we passed police-road-blocks. After passing we had to wait for the walking passengers on the other side.. But eventually we arrived!

Another group of Norwegians were there already, so we met them on Friday afternoon, and after a nice lunch, we had down to the beach. It was hot!! But I loved it:) They say it might be some parasites in the water, but we didn’t care…it was too hot to not swim. It was nice laying there, thinking of the time of the year..coming to the end of September, and I still have summer!

Local fishermen, getting ready for take off!

We decided to use public transport to get home. It’s a lot cheaper, and it can be an interresting experience! After some waiting to be filled up, we were on our way. Not totally ful, but off we went. We drove for about 15 minutes before we stopped. Well, we couldn’t do other than wait. 30 minutes passed…after 45 we were on the road again! We had some heavy load in the car, 100 kilos of rice, and up hill we needed speed, so down-hill..well, you can do the math your self. He didn’t exactly stand on the brakes. It was that kind of an experience you tell your family about after you have survived. And, taadaa! We did!

It was good to be home in Mzuzu. Home to our apartment, to Roger, our house-rat, to the hot showers and to our own food. We are ready for a new week!

HIV-clinic

First, my written English might not be the best, but last blog might have been a little worse than normal, at least I think so my self. That was because the internet was so slow, and I didn’t have time to read through and correct writing errors, but I found them after it was published. Sorry!

These two first weeks me and Liliane are going to be in an HIV-clinic. The different days have different focus and age-groups. On our first day, we met a group of kids in all ages. One had kind of a rash all over his body. It was the same boy that we passed the day before going to town…He was sitting by the road, trying to sell something. When I see these kids, sitting there looking up at me, white mzungu, it seems so unfair.. And at the same time it feels even more meeningful to be here.

The kids comes every 2nd month to control their weight, hight and the lenght around the upper arm. If the numbers are under a certain level it means that the child is undernourished or malnourished, and it gets a “food-pack” to bring home that conatains the right nourishment for the next two months. And the child get a 2 month dose of the HIV-medicin. If the child is sick it gets another consultation and medicin, if not it goes home. Most of the kids comes together with a guardian. The HIV-medicin they get for free.

A boy comes in to the waiting area. He’s entering with a dance-move and smiles to me, jumping around. Probably he doesn’t know how bad his disease is.

But getting HIV doesn’t mean that life is over. Not if you get treatment, eat the right food and keeping healthy. Just sleeping under a mosquito net at night will help.

A mother is at the clinic  with her two children, they are, I will guess, 10 and 3 years old. They’ve got the medicin, but staying behind to see a clinician because the oldest child has a fever and stomach-pains. The clinician says she suffers from malaria, and the mother gets worried because she’ s afraid she can’t pay for the medicin. Her husband is dead. But the malaria-medicin she will get free of charge too, and I could see the relief in her eyes when the clinician told her that.

Next wednesday other children will come to the clinic. In a small book they carry the nurse write down vital datas, the potion of medicin the patient shall take and next appointment.

Thursday started off with sitting down and waiting. Liliane went with two nurses out to the village to do visits to sick people. I stayed at the clinic. Thursdays are testing-day for people that for one reason or another think they can be infected.

A young woman, with her little baby on her back, came in to the office. After getting married and pregnant she got to know that her husband was infected. Is she sick? The answer is one strip of blood and 15 minutes away. I can’t imagine how those minutes could have been for her.. While we waited for the answer I sat closest to the testing-slip, while the woman and the clinician was talking. She was standing, moving back and forth, trying to get her baby to sleep, while she glanced over at the table to see if the result was ready. One line, negative, two lines, positive. She was nervous. 15 minutes. The result could change her life forever. “Is the result ready?” She asked me. I looked at the testing-slip. I could see one line. The clinician looked at it and confirmed. Negative, she’s not sick.

After lunch the nurse had a consultation for patients with recently discovered HIV. It is an offer to patients, and they can get to know about the disease, how it works in the body and ways to keep it at a minimum and importance of keeping healthy and try not to get sick.

 

Today has been a lot more busy. Fridays adults comes in for weighing and to get more medication. The waiting area was packed with people, all from business-people in suit or dress, farmers, home-less, students etc.

  

Today a mother and her child came to get the child tested..

The result was negative:)

The peoples photographed have agreed to be in the picture and on my blog.