ACL and Full Tear of Meniscus Surgery Day 1/12/21

MIJA

FUN (questionable) FACTS about DANIELA that I heard that were noteworthy with all our time together yesterday:  Daniela got in trouble for stealing a book in Kinder because she had none at home. I swear her Christmas list was all books and I said, “add something else, please!”

She’s tried cocaine at age 10 with her sister after mom passed away.

Tuesday:

We woke up at 4 am. I had a dream about my brothers and I. In the dream I prayed and I said a few things concerning a verse about Elijah. On the way to the hospital I told Dani and she told me she read that very story that nothing! Can I first say I’m so proud to hear she read her Bible at 4am! We left at 5 and I didn’t even read! 

We dropped Jess at Dilena’s house and headed to Santiago with great time.

We arrived at 6:45am. We entered admissions and had no idea what to do so we stood there waiting for directions on putting our names on a list, a ticket, something. Minutes passed and the guy said sit down. This is actually really odd because usually when you walk into a Dominican room the attendant would say good morning.  Always.

We are finally called to the counter and the man rambled 3 documents to give him. I personally was given this folder here at the anesthisia test. I have no Idea the names of the documents inside. I pushed my envelope that I already gave him, closer to him. I was thinking okay, he just needs this hospital folder with Daniela's complete info.  He wouldn’t take her documents out. Again with no eye contact and angry he repeated his documents. I said I don’t know which those are...I started to well up with tears.

“Can you help us? Please.” 

He takes it gasping for air, hating his life and hating us. I’m so shocked and appalled because it’s 7am and they just opened! Then, he wanted a deposit and I told him ok, how much. He was agitated again telling me—I tell him. Ok can I make up the amount? More gasps, no! He basically told me forget it and to go wait to the side, I’m not prepared. I’m like wait! No! 😭 We have surgery in 30 minutes, please help us. Now I’m crying because I just don’t know why it always has to be so hard. 

Look my daughter up in the system and tell me. 

I don’t have her in this. Call your surgeon and talk to him. 

Wait, can you call him? 

No, you call him.

 

I pulled out my document, that I demanded from my surgeon stating everything, and showed him that the hospital determines the deposit. I ask him to please call. He huffs and puffs. I’m still crying and can’t seem to pull it together. 

I wait to the side. I go to the bathroom to pray and breathe. I know God is in control but why can’t it be easy? 

Then he comes back with an amount. I just pay it. Then he wanted Daniela’s ID. I’m like she’s a minor, no one told me to bring anything. 

“Where’s her passport???”

I never told this guy she has a passport! Dani was like, “excuse me, sir, I’m a Dominican citizen only.” 

He assumed she flew in here with me. By now, I am full in tears and I’m so frustrated that it’s now after 8 and we aren’t even close to surgery. 

He storms up again making sure we know he isn’t happy. He comes back and now doesn’t care that she has no ID. 

He asked why have I not paid equipment bill. I told him I drove there yesterday and they said pay after surgery. He said no, I’m supposed to pay that first. He looked at me said this is a mess because of your surgeon!  If you read my last blogm, I had this concern too last week. I asked my surgeon to stop texting me and sending me voice messages with tiny bits of info here and there and changing prices.  I asked for all info to be put into a formal professional document from his secretary.  I also needed info on what the surgery was.  

Anyway, by this point I couldn’t talk anymore. My eyes were welled with tears. I let Daniela talk for me. I was already stressing her with my crying. 7:47am my surgeon texts he’s headed to the hospital. How odd he didn’t plan to be there before surgery time.  Why tell me to arrive at 7AM to do admissions to go into surgery at 8am?

Anyway, he continued, “He’s so unorganized and you don’t even have the information!” WOW.

The surgeon came in and I couldn’t believe how disrespectful he was to him! I thought, ok, he might be a mess but that isn’t how you talk to a surgeon. He flat out told him off. She got her bracelet and we were out.

We finished and went to preop. As we walked with surgeon there I told him Daniela has some food sensitivities with meat and dairy, if we could order a vegetarian diet for her. Oh sure tell the clerk on the floor when you get your room assigned. (Remember this.) 

We started to get ready to operate. We had 4 nurses stick her 11 times for an iv. I almost threw up watching the sticks then digging up and sideways to hit. Lady 4 came in and hit one first try. 🎉🎉We thanked her. With every lady we prayed asking God to hit something. 

She finished surgery around 11. He said it was successful and removed the 1/2 meniscus torn in half. I need to google that. I wondered if she needed something else there.  I was super late receiving that info the day before surgery--that if the meniscus is fully ripped, he just takes it out.  Call me crazy but I think God has it there for a reason?  

So surgery is over and a man found me and said I needed to pay. I asked to see Daniela. He said not yet, go pay first. I found this super crass. I asked do I go to admissions? Same place as in the morning? Yes, go to admissions. 

I go in there and decide I’ll choose the girl because the guy was about to kill someone in the morning. I tell her my kids name and I need to pay. 

You don’t pay here. 

She’s super short and little eye contact. She also doesn’t try to help or send me anywhere else. 

Can you tell me where to go? 

To the cashier outside. 

That guy told me you only pay there when you leave. He tells me she’s not in system. I go back to admissions.

I go back to the lady—

Well, the doctor upstairs said I come here to pay. He said I need to pay then I can see my daughter. 

It’s not here. This is admissions! She raises her voice and has hand and head gestures.

I said, What is going on here? Why is your face doing that— why you are so angry? 

Because I told you this is ADMISSIONS! YOU DONT PAY HERE!  Literally shouting and enunciating every single word.

Tears well up. I’m so on my last leg. 

She picks up the phone and the person said I need to pay the deposit. She looks at me and says oh you need to pay the deposit here. 

No apology. She just acts like it’s nothing.

I was waiting for Sal to jump out that this was a prank. 

“I paid my deposit in the morning.”

Sadly, I don’t have my receipt and it’s in my medical folder that keeps following Dani. 

I call on the guy that was my clerk in the morning. He seems to be on my be on my team now. I think he’s seen way too much crying out of me and took pity. He was raising his voice again for the phone to hear! She paid! She already paid! 

All I want to do is see my kid. They made another mistake and I could leave. I ended up not paying anything and seeing Dani in the recovery waiting room. I go back up and another doctor is talking to me again about how I’m paying. I find all of this so rude.

Can I go spend time with my kid? I have stated to my surgeon several times how I am paying. This is no mystery. This money hungry pushing me to pay is insane as she’s minutes out of major surgery (I didn’t know it was major surgery either until someone told me).

He kept repeating that they will take money off if I pay in cash.  There is a ATM downstairs and I could take the money out.  Pay in cash it's cheaper.  NOOOOOOOOOOO, I am not paying in CASH!  I didn't say that but that was exactly my thought.  Why do you keep pushing me to get the money out in cash.  You can pay tomorrow or the next day, it's better in cash. NO.  Sometimes I just crave a man to stand next to me and not deal with BS like this, but I also know the Lord has made me tough enough (He stands with me) to speak for myself and demand what I want and not cave.

the room we slept in all night

6:15 almost 7 hours later we have been waiting in a recovery room with other post ops. Sometimes up to 15. I was watching some man convulsing/shaking and I was becoming nauseous. I didn’t like seeing all these people out of surgery. I didn’t like screaming kids and crying kids for their moms. We stayed there all day watching every patient. The place was packed with about 15 beds at one point. I walked around people to get out. We at least got a back space around 3 pm. I sat on the floor for 4 hours next to he before they moved us to the back.  The back space was better with a partial curtain, several didn't have that. Plus, I finally got a chair to sit on.

6:14, a nurse said we might sleep right here. 🙃 I just can’t. I kept asking and I was told later, the afternoon, soon, your next.

We ended up sleeping in the recovery waiting room of post operation. The lights in the room are all connected, so you couldn’t shut off the light above your bed. 

Our nurse Jon who was taking great care of us said he would find me a bed to put next to Dani. By 8, I am about to pass out. At 9, there’s a new female nurse. I ask for a bed next to D and she said no. I asked her am I not going to sleep tonight?  She, no joke looked at me, and said, no, you aren't going to sleep tonight. I looked around and said I am going to sleep.  

Unless you are a single mom, you don't know SINGLE MOM TIRED.  I am going to sleep. I am over the running around this place up and down the stairs and doing it all alone.  

So, I found a metal bed with no mattress hiding behind Daniela's space and went to sleep on it around 9:10pm.  Next thing, I was being woken up by Daniela telling this male nurse that ASKED

  

Is that your Mom?  

Yes.

  

Why is she on that metal gurney with no mattress?   

The lady nurse told her she can't sleep here.  He was livid!  He was like why didn't she clean the bed with a mat for her?  

Dani said my Mom asked her to and she wouldn't.  

He rolled me in a bed.  I secretly loved that man.  Thanks, GOD!  I swear this male nurse disappeared and we haven't seen him since.  Or before.  He did nothing but find me in some crawl space and demand I get a bed.  

We were woke up several times to nurses laughing, playing, and talking loudly. I shhhhh’d them at one point. They stopped.

After 10PM sometime when I was passed out, they wanted to bring Dani dinner. DINNER. Up until this point they gave no snacks, no water, nothing. I already spoke to my personal nurse Casey and she said she can have some food. 

Around midnight, they started blaring secular Spanish music for a celebration of a birthday. I AM NOT KIDDING. In the room that patients STRAIGHT out of surgery go to for recover! (Casey, did you read that?)

Dani told the male nurse Jon, that was taking GREAT care of us, to please tell them to stop. Again, after a minute they turned it back on. Daniela asked them to please shut it off. They told her it’s a birthday! She told me she told them patients healing and sleeping are the priority, shut it off, I need sleep. She's going to be 17 next week and I am so thankful she holds her own and she never worries. me.

THIS IS THE PART WE ALL NEEDED TO UNDERSTAND---

Our nurse finally helped us understand what was going on and why everyone was so rude. He was on a 48 hour shift, not knowing when it will end. He’s not being paid either. Their paychecks are delayed. He lives pretty far away too and doesn’t get any gas compensation. 

And then it clicked why everyone is has been so mean since we walked in the door.  I do not know what this delayed pay means but I do know my security guard says that his company doesn't always pay him either.  Its delayed right now.  I find this interesting because I am charged 4 times HIS SALARY for his services, so my bill alone pays 4 guys months SALARY.  Why are they not paying?  Once again my hospital bill pays scores of their salaries, I bet.

Today is Wednesday and I am hoping to leave this morning.  I need to head upstairs, and there isn't internet in there, to see if the doctor is here to help get us out.

I wanted to leave you with this:  while Daniela and I were just in a funk to the treatment of this place we decided to sit and brainstorm where we saw God.  Here's our list <3

Where did you see God? 

In the English doctor we found who answered my questions. (He sent me to a place that doesn't exist anymore in another building, but still)

In the nurse asking her how she felt and would pray for Dani when I wasn’t with her

In getting safely through the operation

In the parents supporting me here

In the old man that was white as can be but was Haitian telling me to google and you tube her recovery myself and telling me to be careful they don’t take advantage of my money by charging me more. He reminded me of my dad. I went to talk to him in English and helped him put on his arm sling. I just wanted to be near him because he felt like my dad

In the sunset as I waited for food delivery

In the calmness inside

In the angel man that got me a bed

in the music finally stopping

in Jon our nurse being so soft and good at his job

in my Lake George hoodie that became my soft covering to the metal bed

Photos aren't uploading.  Maybe later when I have good internet xoxo

Pre-op Appointments

Daniela’s operation should be tomorrow at 7am, but today we went to Santiago to do an anesthesia pretest. We arrived at 6:30am before the hospital really opens because you have to wait to be served by when you arrive. No one was working until 8 so people piled in by that time. We quickly were a mess about what order we would go in because the seating was limited because of Covid. I tried to organize us by number until the number got too big. My point was to get Daniela a number before we got pushed to the side. 

When the nurses arrived at 8, it quickly was tossed aside as the nurse announced the actual lines for certain procedures. The room basically bursted into everyone getting up and going to their spot. At these point it really didn’t matter for a lot of people because order was destroyed. For us, it was fine. I arrived as number 4 and the family of 3 in front of us had to move, so we became number one. A lady took number 1 seat and I nicely told her she wasn’t 1, but she got to the seat first to claim it. Another man came up claiming 2 and she moved down the line. 

The machines to spray you for covid and the temperature machine aren't working this early in the morning. I wonder why people in the hospital in the morning don't need it.

 9:08AM We had to pay for a Covid test and then the anesthesia. The clerk asked for a Dominican ID. Daniela doesn’t receive her legal ID until she turns 18. (Her birthday is in 10 days and she turns 17!) so I passed my phone with my passport ID. We paid and left to testing and noticed that I'm listed as the patient. When we told the clerk, we found another mom with the same problem. The clerk told us it was our faults it was done wrong. We told her that these are minors, obviously the ID is the mom. In order to correct the issue, she made a fake bill for 1000 pesos ($17) and stamped it paid. I already paid the real bill for $2800 pesos ($48). I’ll have to double check later on my final bill that this isn’t there. I don’t think she understood that this throws off her drawer and I imagine she does this for mistakes.  

Everytime Daniela is called or someone talks to Daniela I go to her and they tell me to go outside or sit on the sides, I keep reminding them this is a minor (why doesn’t anyone look at her paper with her age?) and I’m going into all rooms that she does.  

9:30 Covid test is done and it takes 30 minutes to return with results. She's drawn blood 3 times this week and both arms are bruised up.  She had to do more tests after the cardiologists tests because our surgeon forgot to tell us that she needed a certain list.  He also forgot to tell us that she gets a covid test at the pre-op appointment.  I already paid for a covid test a few days ago.  You really have to go with the flow and expect to spend money.  I actually already did all the blood tests last month with our first surgeon but he won't email me the results, nor send them to the new surgeon, so we retested in town instead of going to La Vega and back.

10:18 Waiting in a hallway to do an anesthesia pre-op test  

10:23 (In anesthesia testing office) We found out that this test is not a test for anesthesia. It is technically called that but bad communication didn’t tell us it’s the part to analyze all testing before surgery and complete a file in computer.  

Finished and completed her file. 

I’m going to talk to my nurse friends about which anesthesia to do. They want to do it in her back and I’m not exactly a fan of that. 

10:53 Leave and take stairs because the elevator isn’t working. The crazy steps almost make Daniela fall as your foot only fully fits on each step by the very edge.

11:15 We went to the equipment center and the price was 17,000 ($294) over the price quoted. He called my doctor and gave me a discount but said I don’t have to pay today, but pay tomorrow after surgery. I probably won’t return after surgery, I’m going to want to stay with D. I’ll head back there before I leave Santiago. They said if we don’t use all the equipment then I don’t have to pay for it. I really have no idea what that means, like why wouldn’t you use it?  

My sweet Dominican lawyer friend told me to pay all in credit card and never to pay doctors in cash—as my surgeon had asked. He was willing to give me a discount if I paid in cash but the discount isn’t worth it. I might as well put it on my CC and earn the miles for a free flight and pay it off immediately.

We got home this afternoon and will return in the morning at 7AM.  Surgery should be at 8am.  I'll update you tomorrow.

*I took notes to update you guys as our day went today in the NOTES app and I'm about to hop into a class at 5:30, so I haven't proofread this well!  Forgive me for the errors!

New Years Eve

 I can't believe 2020 is coming to an end.

As we start the new year, the Dominican government has put us back into a lockdown. This one is more extreme than we have seen all year.  During the weekdays we have curfew starting at 5pm, but can be driving on the streets until 7pm.  This is good because Santiago is 1.5 hours away from my house and I need the extra driving time.  We go to Santiago for things like mail, the chiropractor, our ministry's accountant, big supermarkets to get imported items I can't get locally, etc.  On Saturday and Sunday's we have a curfew that starts at 12 noon and goes until 5am. Restaurants, bars, and small stores are not allowed to have customers inside.  Corner-stores are a lot of peoples' family businesses.   All of our stores and businesses require masks and have during this whole process but people have been congregating on the streets and homes without it.  Part of the culture is sitting outside talking with friends and family.  The barrio on my way home doesn't seem to be participating in any of the rules in place, not even masks in stores.  It's confusing.  Churches are closed down so we will head back to online.

Update on Daniela:  she tore her meniscus and her ACL in her right leg.  Last year after her accident, we were told she was fine.  We did physical therapy and were released to play soccer again.  She always complained to me that her knee never felt right and she felt unstable.  The doctor in Jarabacoa emergency room should have sent us to a specialist.  In early December I took the kids to a trampoline park in a mall in Santo Domingo, the Capitol.  As I saw my friends Dave and Megan taking Dani off the trampoline, I knew it was that knee.  Sure enough, it was.  

Before I even had time to turn around and tell Megan I was going to some underground nurse's station, I turned around and Dani was gone in a wheelchair.  I shook my head, but I can't say I am shocked anymore.  I got downstairs by being escorted by an employee and told Dani, next time don't let them take you away without me!  Oh, Mom.  I'm fine.  Before we knew it, she was getting a shot in her butt and I was asking, hey, can you tell me what this stuff is?  

Daniela's wheelchair didn't have anything to hold her leg up that couldn't bend.

We had the wheelchair to go eat and then the trampoline place and security took the wheelchair away from us.  Daniela was in serious pain and could barely walk and they said they needed it in case someone else got hurt there.  I'm often reminded that this isn't America.  We walked ever so slowly to the elevator and to the car.  Dave sweetly pulled the car up front to let Dani in.

We saw a doctor in La Vega (just down the mountain and not as far away as Santiago).  He confirmed her first set of MRI's (I brought these from the soccer accident) showed a tear in the ACL.  My eyes filled up with water.  I let my kid play soccer and games on a torn ACL, and then I let her jump on a trampoline and now we have torn the meniscus.  I set a surgery date with him for the following Monday.  That was December 14th.  In the meantime, I went to Santiago to a hospital that is supposedly the best in the Caribbean.  He says the same with with both MRI sets and I decide that we are going to go with him instead.

When we were in the smaller hospital in La Vega no one was following the hospital's protocols...not even the doctors or surgeons!  They were cramming people in the elevators and the waiting room was crammed.  The nurse taking Daniela's blood for tests for preop kicked her bad leg.  Some lady almost beat me up because I was following the protocol that only 2 people are allowed in the elevator!  If you know me, I am not scared of COVID but I do follow the mandates in place and I DON'T WANT COVID.  I also don't want my kid that is about to have surgery in the elevator with 11 other people!  This lady was legit pushing me to get in and in my face.  A nurse standing next to her said those signs don't matter.  Daniela said I missed a modern day miracle that a man that had crutches let his crutches go and walked over to the elevator to see the "fight" that was about to happen.  A pregnant lady was pushing people to get in to see the action.  Finally a man stepped in and said stop!  The sign says 2 only!  As the door shut the lady screamed at me THIS ISN'T YOUR COUNTRY!  Dani looked at me and said I can't believe you didn't hit that lady pushing you repeatedly.  I was thankful I had the Holy Spirit living inside of me and was calm as can be, but not letting them all in. A few minutes later Daniela and I busted out laughing!  WHAT IN THE WORLD JUST HAPPENED.

Our new date is set for January 8th.  I didn't want to do her surgery right before school starts but we have no choice because the physical therapy place doesn't open up until January 11th.  School starts online on January 11th.  We are just rolling with the circumstances.  She needs an EKG next week for a preop test but I haven't been able to get anyone to answer the phone at the local cardiology place.  A lot of things close her in mid December and do not open again until after 3 King's Day, which is January 6th.  Besides the holiday, a lot of doctors are only working half days because of COVID.

This surgery is going to cost around 5,000 USD.  The physical therapy is going to cost around $800.  The doctor gave me ballpark figures for each part that had large gaps.  I don't know why her hospital room will be between this number and that number.  Medicine could be up to maybe $80,000 pesos.  The doctor says if I pay him in cash directly he will take off 10% of his portion which is $120,000 pesos.  I often do not understand the system, but I go with it after 8 years of living here.  The surgery will have her stay a night in the hospital.  My friend Dilenia said she can watch Jess while I sleep with Dani there.  One of my high school friends paid for Dani's surgery.  God has been so sweet to me.  My heart wishes she could do surgery in the USA but y'all know that isn't possible.  

Other than all this, life has been real slow and I am trying to be thankful in this season.

I hope you all take today to remember all the things the Lord has done for you in 2020!  

I lost Dad in 2020, but I can still say God has been so faithful and good to me.  I cry as I write that.  You know those tears just slip out sometimes and you aren't even sure what emotion is coming out.  Writing Dad died is so confusing and heart wrenching.  BUT, it has not been the worst year of my life.  If anything, it has been a year that I purged a lot of things I didn't even know were inside.  For that I am thankful for the never ending process God has going on inside of us.

Lord, thank You for all you DID in 2020!  Thank You that YOU never stop working and that for every tear I cry, You bottle it up.  Thank You for the never ending conversations to the One person that will never leave.

Happy New Year,  Friends!

My friends Kami and Heather enter the new year with words...I encourage you to do the same!  I love the idea!  I am praying on what my word or phrase will be.  Do you have one?

You Don't Leave Behind Your Waterpot

I have no idea what it means to search for water and to bring it home, but Dani does, so I invited her outside to talk as I was reading about the woman at the well in John 4.  Today is a Dominican Catholic holiday, so the kids are out of school.   

Daniela's family would go to the river down the hill to get water.  

We made about 3 trips a day down and up with Mami, David, and Grabiela (sister that is after Jessica and before D).  Mom had saved them when she found gallons in the trash, street or if she bought clean water for Jessica, a baby, to drink.  If Mami found paint buckets, she would clean them out for David to carry.  David could carry two of the paint buckets.  He took a lot of breaks because they were heavy.  Mom had a bucket on her head and two in her hands.  Grabby couldn't always help because she had bad asthma.  (Eventually, Grabby went to live with a new family that could take care of her).  I could carry 3-1 gallon jugs.  

One time Papi found a broken tinaco, water storage usually on a house, where we could collect rain water and also store our buckets.  My Dad didn't know, but when it rained the tinaco would fill up quickly, so David and I would jump in and make a pool out of it.  We would dump the water and let the rain fill it up before Papi came home with clean rain water.

The first two trips were the house water to cook, drink, clean, do dishes, give parents' showers, wash feet, and give to the plants.  The last trip was for kids' showers.  Sometimes, we would just bathe in the river to not have to bring the water home.  My gallons were to be set in the sun to get warm and be used for a night shower.  We always showered at night and then in the morning.  It's a Dominican thing, Mom.  We didn't like doing this job, but it was a necessity to survive.  We didn't have running water in my house.  I can't stand when Jessica wastes gas when she cooks by letting the pot heat up.  We didn't have the luxury of wasting gas.  Our rich neighbor allowed us to use his electricity line.  David did work for him for 50 cents a day and he let us steal his electricity.  

Would you ever leave the water jug and not take it home? NO!  We couldn't live without that water!

I love hearing stories from D!  Don't you?

I was talking to my friend Wanzie the other day.  She asked me what do you want FIGHT Ministries to be known for? Do you want to be a generic ministry that fits the mold?   I got off with her and prayed, God, what do You want here?  I was on the other side of the property trying to do laundry.  I have access to 3 washers and 2 dryers and NONE are working properly right now.  That's another story, but I asked Him, what do YOU want here? 

Yes, we have a mission.  Our purpose is to restore hope, healing, security, and safety to children through the power of Christ.  But what does that look like?

As soon as I asked God, I heard be the woman at the well.  I instantly almost cried.  This really is my life already.  I had an encounter with Jesus and I have been running and telling my story ever since.  Dani met Jesus and has been telling her story ever since.  People often ask why is Dani so open to tell others?  Because she met JESUS.  No one that has encountered Jesus can be kept quiet.  There are no, I was a good kid and got Saved and my life is basically the same.  I do not see that story in the Bible, ever.  Why?  Because Jesus changes you from dead to alive--old to new.  

We want to develop a place that emulates the lady at the well.

Let me tell you about her:

A Samaritan Woman Meets Her Messiah

Therefore, when the Lord knew that the Pharisees had heard that Jesus made and baptized more disciples than John 2 (though Jesus Himself did not baptize, but His disciples), 3 He left Judea and departed again to Galilee. 4 But He needed to go through Samaria.

5 So He came to a city of Samaria which is called Sychar, near the plot of ground that Jacob gave to his son Joseph. 6 Now Jacob’s well was there. Jesus therefore, being wearied from His journey, sat thus by the well. It was about the sixth hour.

7 A woman of Samaria came to draw water. Jesus said to her, “Give Me a drink.” 8 For His disciples had gone away into the city to buy food.

9 Then the woman of Samaria said to Him, “How is it that You, being a Jew, ask a drink from me, a Samaritan woman?” For Jews have no dealings with Samaritans.

10 Jesus answered and said to her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water.”

11 The woman said to Him, “Sir, You have nothing to draw with, and the well is deep. Where then do You get that living water? 12 Are You greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well, and drank from it himself, as well as his sons and his livestock?”

13 Jesus answered and said to her, “Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, 14 but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life.”

15 The woman said to Him, “Sir, give me this water, that I may not thirst, nor come here to draw.”

16 Jesus said to her, “Go, call your husband, and come here.”

17 The woman answered and said, “I have no husband.”

Jesus said to her, “You have well said, ‘I have no husband,’ 18 for you have had five husbands, and the one whom you now have is not your husband; in that you spoke truly.”

19 The woman said to Him, “Sir, I perceive that You are a prophet. 20 Our fathers worshiped on this mountain, and you Jews say that in Jerusalem is the place where one ought to worship.”

21 Jesus said to her, “Woman, believe Me, the hour is coming when you will neither on this mountain, nor in Jerusalem, worship the Father. 22 You worship what you do not know; we know what we worship, for salvation is of the Jews. 23 But the hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spiritand truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him. 24 God is Spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.”

25 The woman said to Him, “I know that Messiah is coming” (who is called Christ). “When He comes, He will tell us all things.”

26 Jesus said to her, “I who speak to you am He.”

The Whitened Harvest

27 And at this point His disciples came, and they marveled that He talked with a woman; yet no one said, “What do You seek?” or, “Why are You talking with her?”

28 The woman then left her waterpot, went her way into the city, and said to the men, 29 “Come, see a Man who told me all things that I ever did. Could this be the Christ?” 30 Then they went out of the city and came to Him.

31 In the meantime His disciples urged Him, saying, “Rabbi, eat.”

32 But He said to them, “I have food to eat of which you do not know.”

33 Therefore the disciples said to one another, “Has anyone brought Him anything to eat?”

34 Jesus said to them, “My food is to do the will of Him who sent Me, and to finish His work. 35 Do you not say, ‘There are still four months and then comes the harvest’? Behold, I say to you, lift up your eyes and look at the fields, for they are already white for harvest! 36 And he who reaps receives wages, and gathers fruit for eternal life, that both he who sows and he who reaps may rejoice together. 37 For in this the saying is true: ‘One sows and another reaps.’ 38 I sent you to reap that for which you have not labored;others have labored, and you have entered into their labors.”
The Savior of the World

39 And many of the Samaritans of that city believed in Him because of the word of the woman who testified, “He told me all that I everdid.” 40 So when the Samaritans had come to Him, they urged Him to stay with them; and He stayed there two days. 41 And many more believed because of His own word.

42 Then they said to the woman, “Now we believe, not because of what you said, for we ourselves have heard Him and we know that this is indeed the Christ, the Savior of the world.”

FIGHT Ministries is a place where God encounters people, it's supernatural things flowing with His presence.  It is going to be stories and stories of what He has done.  FIGHT already is that.  We are known as the crazy ministry with the "crazy God stories."  We have seen miracles, words, prophecy, wisdom, big faith, healing, dreams, giving, favor, and more.  We glorify His works here, not people who do good and do what seems good.  We once turned down a man that promised to fundraise millions for us, as he did in Africa, but Luke wouldn't partner with him because he wasn't working through the Spirit, but out of his own power and resources.  A few months ago I spiritually fasted for 35 days and felt God ask me to do a HIIT workouts for 30 minutes with my fitness group.  Not only did I keep with everyone but was going even faster with heavier weights sometimes!  You can't make this stuff up and you couldn't do it in your own power IF YOU TRIED!  But with God, the impossible happens!  I had every excuse to not workout because I had no food in me to be able to do it!  Yet, He said, "go" and I went.  I silently cried at that miraculous feat!  

One time a donor gave me $5,000 dollars!  God said give it to FIGHT.  I wasn't sure I heard Him correctly so I double prayed on that... and handed it over as a donation to the ministry.  What happened the NEXT WEEK?  I WAS GIVEN $5,000 USD dollars again.  

If it isn't going to glorify God, we don't to be part of it!  We want the Jesus exalted stories.  Have we gotten every dollar to fund this facility? Yes.  Has it been in a miraculous way that honors God and shows others that He did it? YES!  We don't even fundraise the way other organizations fundraise and we see hundreds of thousands come in.

I am in a season of prayer for staff.  Staff that are so in love with Jesus Christ.  People that have met Him and are now committed whole-heartedly to telling the stories to get others out of the trenches of darkness into the LIGHT. Can you help us find these people that God has chosen?  Our bar is set high: you must be committed to exalting Jesus and not yourself.  You must love others.  You must be more concerned about others than your rights, your wants, your desires, what you are offended by, your comforts--you must be willing to run back.

Why am I chosen to lead this place?  We are developing something very powerful here.  I am here to protect this Holy Ground.  Healing is coming and we will do everything to create an environment where God can come and do HIS THING, IN HIS PEOPLE!  (Why does this make me cry?!!  What did He say in verse 4 above?) 

Exactly.  He needed to go and meet her there.  Jesus met me there, too.  A crying girl bent down at a dryer in 2001 hysterically crying to please help me if you are real or I am going to die when my BFF died.  He needed to go to me and that day my life changed.  I didn't know who I encountered that day, but I went searching in every church I could visit.

Dani.  A girl crying.  Begging for help.  He needed to go to her.  And we all know her powerful story of redemption.

Even today, HE STILL COMES.  7.5 billion people in the world to deal with and God still looks down to a young girl in the Dominican Republic with tears running down her face. And He came to me, quickly.

I finished working out and a song came on shuffle and the kids already walked home as I stretched.  I started to cry at this song that had deep meaning to me from an old boyfriend who was emotionally hurtful in his words/actions.  As I sat there, Jesus' sweet words entered my Spirit asking me why do you hold onto these memories?  What did you expect of a man that doesn't follow Me?  He knew no better than the way he acted.  But on the flip side, my identity is not in that person's behavior.  As Wanzie texted me, let it go! Geesh, I didn't even know it was there until this old song popped on! But the Lord's revelation was so deep.  It's almost scary to think there are things that you don't realize you harbor.  

But today, He came and showed me we needed to make some changes in my thinking.  Ahh, My Phyllis. Daughter, I want to talk to you.  We need to clean this out of you.  There's no space here for that. 

LOVED, SO LOVED!  God is not too busy to come to YOU!  

These stories are never going to end until the day I die.  You are never going to stop hearing about it from me because I have tasted and seen it repeatedly.  And after I die, people will still be talking about what Jesus did in my life!

So here is what you are going to continue to see coming out of FIGHT:

We want rescued girls and staff running from here, leaving their water pots, to tell the town, the country, the world what they encountered here: JESUS.  

Dani, Jess, oldest sister, niece in front, after mom passed away

Quietly Waiting for Death

Mom, HELP!

What is going on!?

There's a spider in the shower with meeeeeeee!

We turned on the hot water to drown it down the drain.  It wasn't even huge!

THAT WAS THE SCARIEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME!

I walk out of the bathroom saying, Child, you saw your Mom murdered in front of you.  I highly doubt that was the scariest thing that has ever happened to you.

Mom, that happened like 6 years ago.  

This scene happened a few days ago and I have thought about it every day since!  Dani and I spend most mornings reading this book about sex and purity before school.  We are so in-love with it that we read on the weekends, too.  This morning we sat on the porch and I asked her how she could possibly think the spider in the shower was the scariest day, ever!  I just would never have imagined she would ever say that about anything other than the day her mother died. Or, maybe the days and months following when her dad was on the run from police.  We ended up having the coolest conversation.

I took notes to share in this blog...Daniela is in total agreement with me sharing her story.  She believes in GLORIFYING GOD in all things.  We don't live hidden secretive lives.

Mom, I’ve forgiven and made peace. I need to move on in life and I can’t be stuck there. How can I have a new life if I’m not willing to move on from my past?

Jesus made me think of the future, I was stuck in the past. I thought my life was stuck thinking and reliving this moment in time, but when I met Jesus He told me He had a plan for my future and that I DID HAVE A FUTURE. 

I don’t think you forget it, the event that happened, but I also don’t think of my past and single out this one moment of time as “my past.” Instead, I think of my whole life was in darkness, not just this one thing, and He took me into the Light. 

After I got Saved, I wanted to hold on to it (the memory of her mother's death), but I realized holding onto it was holding me back from what God had for me. NEW LIFE. Place. School. 

I was quietly waiting for death back then.

She begins to cry. 

Me:  Why are you crying right now?

I realize how big His healing was to not stay there. Dark tunnel--no light. I cry because of what Jesus did in me. He took away a pain that I never thought would end. 

With Jesus, I finally wanted to live and not die. 

Mija

Do you want to see what we are reading?

https://www.amazon.com/Sex-Jesus-Conversations-Church-Forgot/dp/0801019052

No Weapon Formed Against Me

I would definitely say that 2020 has been a year of great change.

Wouldn't we all?

After two friends confirmed that they heard the Lord say I should move to the safe house property, my family packed up and moved as my contract came to an end at my apartment in town. I respect/trust both of these girls in hearing Him like I do myself.  This was my first decision ever that I didn't hear God tell me Himself to do something, but I was confident it was right.

4 days at the property and life was great and I felt so confirmed and at peace here.  I cried apologizing to God that I didn't want to move here!  It's far outside of town, I wouldn't be able to workout with my group of girls, the market is so far away, I love the Avenida to walk with friends--blah, but we got here and love flushing toilet paper, love clean water out of the sinks, taking baths, etc (we have a well and its clean water unlike the rest of the country).

Then things changed.

I woke up tossing and turning hearing voices one night.  It was outside but I thought I was dreaming.  I don't sleep well because I think I have Apnea, so I tend to wake up mid-dreaming and go back to bed.  This time I woke up, I heard voices again that sounded like it was in my room.  Slowly, I got up and looked outside to find guys by the washer machine on back porch by my room.  I had gun shots on my computer and I tried yelling at them--no one seemed to care.  I called my friend Juan to come and got Daniela up to help me incase they entered the house.  They never did.  One was caught by police and jailed for just the night.

A few nights later at 10:40pm I heard a slow walk down the stairs.  I knew it wasn't Jessica because she walks like a 300lb man down the stairs including skipping steps and landing like its a Ninja obstacle course.  I immediately got out of bed and planned to meet it in the middle.

Here's D walking towards me with a bat.

"Mom," in a voice that means something bad is about to be said.  In words that are not to be repeated, I asked her what was going on.  You won't believe this, she laughs a laugh that isn't a real laugh.  One of those inappropriate laughs that I'm not too sure why we do sometimes in fear or embarrassment?

You have got to be kidding me!?  Add a few more words that aren't appropriate.

There are men outside talking, Mom.  And no, I didn't come tell you immediately, I waited to make sure they are really there and that I am not crazy.

I tell her that we need to get sneakers on and then I realize we have all our sneakers outside on this rack I painted for the porch (the next day all sneakers are moved inside). I call Juan again to come and he does immediately, and I am so thankful for a friend here that comes quickly and owns a gun ;)

He finds out that the noises we heard were guys with a broken down car that were with the owner of the property next to ours.  It's my ex-accountant's father. He has cows on it and feeds them nightly.  No one lives right next to me here but owns the desolate property.  Ok, relieved.

The next day I have Dani call my accountant to tell him to tell his dad (that has property next to me) to not call me Americana if he needs my attention from the road.  He said he tried to tell me but I ignored him at like 6pm.  Evidently they left and came back later.  While Dani was talking to him he told D, I know your mom knows because she can see it on the cameras but you have guys sitting up at the road watching you.  I think you are a target.  It's very dangerous when they watch you during the day, it means they are looking down and keeping your schedule and of the workers here.  You need to get a gun or you need to get a security guard.  My dad and I think you are marked and it shouldn't be taken lightly.  The same two guys were at your house last night when we came back to get our car, but they left immediately.  They always leave when my dad pulls up and he has seen them several times. 

So who did we hear that night?  Who knows.  Could have been the guys waiting for help with the flat tire or the guys watching us.

I had Dani ask him if their intent is usually to harm the occupants or just to get their goods.  He advised to let them take whatever they want and do not fight.  If you fight, you will be harmed greatly. They think you can identify them and they would rather be put away longer by harming you then by just taking your things.

Honestly, Dani y I both needed to hear that because we are both warriors.  We both have baseball bats by our beds and our mentality is we will kill you if you enter the house.  We retracted this plan and decided that we would hide.  Barn door sliders are so pretty but they are not good for deciding where to hide and lock!

I was driving to Santiago when he told us this.  I must admit, I was pissed.  A mark?  Marking us?  Marking our property?  I got home and a friend called asking if I could hide an ex-gang member that became a Christian.  I felt like my life was NOT real that day.  After considering it and then learning all the details, I felt like that wasn't the best decision.  Luke already told me no way and I was heavily weighing his gift of discernment.  I had woken up that day and felt led to fast.  Then, I heard all these things and i was so thankful God led me into a fast to clear my mind and be praying all day for direction.  I declined being a refuge for this guy.  I felt like I NEEDED a city of refuge myself!  The more we talked about gang activity we pondered on the idea that we could be a mission for a gang.  I originally thought that the police roughing up the guy (23 y/o) and arresting him would make others stay out, but I learned that when someone is harmed in an assignment, this could make them want to send more in to let gang members show their loyalty to go in knowing you could get hurt.  And guys watching during the day is NOT NORMAL.

I just couldn't believe this was my life.

I felt the Lord call me to pray over the property.  I road the 4w with D and screamed prayers from the top of my lungs declaring evil to leave.  THE ONLY MARK WE HAVE IS OF CHRIST!  In the end times, those of the Beast will be marked but so WILL THOSE OF CHRIST.  I felt God ask me to go on the porch and worship.  I wanted to cry, NO, GOD!  It is dark out there and no one is going outside after 7pm when the sun begins to set!  

This was the first time since I started to follow Christ that when I heard a lie of the devil, immediately the Holy Spirit was just as loud following it with Truth.  I felt almost crazy in my head with how loud it could both be.  God would say I won't be shaken, the devil would say you just wait for the dark to come.

And honestly, every night it gets dark, I didn't let the girls out of the house and I seriously struggled with not letting the darkness overcome me.  I would check doors are locked and recheck a kid didn't open one.  I would get my lights on outside immediately and leave them on all night.

People said you need a gun, I looked at one.  Some said I needed dogs.  Juan dropped me off two street dogs and somehow I actually like them.  You need razor wire, you need higher fences, you need angry dogs, you need... whatever.

God kept telling me that I need HIM.  That is it.  Most nights I get in bed and I need to rebuke anxiety and fear.  I found myself reading and praying incessantly.  One night I felt God ask me to turn on a loud fan in my room and to not get out of bed not once for anything.  Dogs barking, stay in bed.  Cameras are sending me notifications, stay in bed.  Noises outside, stay in bed.  "I am dealing with what is going on, Phyllis."

Would you believe almost every single night I would read in bed and pass out from exhaustion without the crazy thoughts keeping me up? How did you do that, God!?

I could not believe it.  How am I sleeping so well??

Sometimes, I would find myself questioning God as to why I am single and no one to protect me.  How foolish as I have been protected every step of the way so far and I am sleeping through the night like I never do!  I found myself praying whatever is out there, You deal with it, God.  

I am so thankful to be single and to learn that God is enough.  As a single mom, I need to be the protector and the one to save my kids, etc...in this season, I am learning that all I need to do is pray and ask God for protection.  I have never felt SOO loved by God before.  I find myself in tears at how well He takes care of me and my kids.  The day I fasted I felt like my fast and prayers were breaking chains, breaking this principality over my land!  Even using the word principality was new to me!  So many bad things were happening to me and around me, I knew that this had to be broken with prayer and fasting.  The day I flipped the 4 wheeler on its side, I realized I am physically being attacked.  I am being chased out of here.  Marked. Mission. Chased. Attacked.  What in the world is going on here!?  God continued to tell me to just listen to Him.  Just let Him deal with this.

Kalee joined me in a fast and so did my friend Kim.  She's sick with COVID and IS fasting/praying for me.  I'm thankful for these warriors fighting with me.

Then God sent this storm that seemed to "clean out" the entire land.  Then, He sent a rainbow that started on the property and ended here.  I clung to that rainbow as fear began to attack me daily as soon as it got dark. NO! No weapon formed against me shall prosper.  I have nothing to fear when the most powerful being in the world lives inside of me and I can command anything in the Name of Jesus.

Nightly, I have found myself praying and praying more than ever.  Feeling like you are in danger brings on a new kind of clinging.  Psalms became my best friend. When you know that you are helpless and that the only way to win in this battle is for HIM to fight, you have to lay down and say, its yours God.

Many have asked if I am going to leave.

No.  Never.

I was sent on a mission from God to this country and I am staying until He asks me to leave.  I truly believe whatever darkness was here has been defeated.

I am excited to tell you that I hired an armed security guard.  He started tonight and that is so exciting!  I am so thankful he didn't start 3 weeks ago when this happened.  I have grown so close to God in this season that I would not change any of the circumstances for that experience.  I know I am so blessed to live a life so dependent on Him.

There is nothing sweeter than praying and God answering for your immediate needs.

Corona Virus in the Dominican Republic

Corona Virus in the Dominican Republic

·     We are in a State of Emergency

·     172 cases in a country of about 11 million (taken from a FB group)

·     Activities are suspended for the next 25 days

·     Curfew strictly imposed from 8PM-6AM

·     Schools are closed

·     Gyms are closed

·     Places that are open:  supermarket, small grocery stores, fuel stations, pharmacies and commercial establishments dedicated to the sale of raw or cooked food

·     Restaurants are closed, but you can call for takeout or delivery

·     Most small corner stores are open

·     Banks are open

·     Airport have closed the boarders, you can’t fly in unless you are a resident

·     Foreigners can fly home, but flights are scare and some are being cancelled 

·     People are posting in groups they can’t find flights out

For the most part, it is quiet in the mountains of Jarabacoa. A siren will sound at 8PM to go home and stay there.  I rarely go out at night after dark anyway because the rate of a drunk driver hitting you skyrockets.  My car is still a mess from a motorcycle plowing through an intersection a few weeks ago.  I hear police are stopping work vehicles during the day telling them they aren’t to be working.  I have heard that the police are sweeping the streets and arresting people that are out after 8PM, if you aren’t medical personnel.  The curfew just started last night, I think.

The supermarket is not out of items, people are not stocking up obsessively.  My family went grocery shopping, but honestly, having a large property with food growing rapidly, food isn’t a concern for me. 

About 10 missionaries have left; some with health concerns, family sick in USA, and others wanting to leave before they are stuck here. Leaving is never an option for me, so it never crosses my mind.  We all must pray and be confident in what He asks.  Many times in the Bible people are asked to do things that everyone around them would say DON’T DO, but God commands them to do it.  Just listen to the Holy Spirit and you will be confident. Be an Abraham.

School is closed and the girls are doing homeschooling. The country does not recognize home-schooling outside of this pandemic.  Daniela is doing it all online and Jess has packets to accomplish.  We are doing fine.  Math might kill Jess and I both.

On another note, I love being a stay-at-home mom.  I’ve been working from home for months now on FIGHT things. I help with construction when Luke asks and facilitate teams when they are here.  Everything is shut down, so it’s a very SLOW PACE right now. It is so relaxing to do laundry and clean without running around to accomplish other things. I am loving finding new recipes and cooking YUMMY lunches and dinners for my kids.  Sometimes when you are so busy, you throw whatever on the table. Lunches are fast like sandwiches and you don’t really care, but when you have time, it all changes!  I’m loving making things from scratch.  Daniela is vegan. She quit meat first, but then she’s been throwing up for 2 weeks, so we cut dairy, too.  We have all her tests back, but her Endo isn’t seeing patients. She thought lactose intolerance and stomach ulcers.  She sadly said that all the gastro issues Dani has is reflective of growing up poor, “in the barrio.”  She said corner store (colmado) eating is killing the populations' digestive tracks. She said, “Never eat SALAMI.”  I said, “STOP! Let me record this!” Everyone eats that in the DR.  She is Dominican and I’ve never heard that before.  We don’t eat it because it is poorly refrigerated.  She said all the meats at the colmado are infested with bacteria and parasites--most diseases are colmado related.  Anyway, Daniela’s loving things like dairy free pesto sauce, vegan hotdogs, black bean burgers, vegetable fritters, veggie burritos, and more!

What else is going on?  It’s been raining, too. I LOVE THE RAIN.  I know a lot of people become depressed…that’s not me. I find such joy and peace in the rain. It feels so spiritual to me, honestly. I always think of it as God kissing me with each drop.  I never hesitate to walk in the rain. I had been in a line to leave church last week, then realized it wasn’t a line to leave!  They were all waiting.  I don’t know if Dominicans are scare of getting sick, getting wet, or ruining their hair. Someone yelled to me…”NOOOOO, don’t go! Your hair!!”  My kids used to cower at the rain before, they could careless now after learning from me.  Be thankful for the rain!  <3

Anyway, life is good.  No complaints here.  I don’t usually suffer from anxiety, so I haven’t had any anxious thoughts.  I will abide by the statutes the government put into place. We haven’t left home in 2 days, only to go for a walk with friends yesterday.  I have taken requests to God on the daily asking God to keep Corona out of my house.  What He chooses to permit is fine with me.  

Use this time to pray, fast, seek, and read.  Don’t complain about having time to RELAX.  Take out a book and read!  Cook some good, healthy thought out meals and let the kids help.  Put huge time limits on kid movies and they will read more books!

Thank God for what you have been given and repent of the anxiety that says He isn’t in control—because HE IS.  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xiu6hbz0iDk&feature=youtu.be

Death had a stronghold, but Your life was stronger

Rose from the grave, rose up from the grave, yeah

When evil is rising, You're rising higher

With power to save, with power to save, 

There's hope in the morning 

There's hope in the evening 

There's hope because You're living 

There's hope because You're breathing

There's hope in the breaking 

There's hope in the sorrow

Hope for this moment 

My hope for tomorrow 

If you are Christian, I encourage you to go through Exodus this week. Can you imagine seeing all water turned to blood?  And, I encourage you to be different than the world and not panic with anxiety and fear.  Be a light.