Black Cats

Today, I served as a circulating nurse at Hospital San Felipe. Hospital San Felipe is a former sanatorium, built in the 1880s, and treating patients with diseases like tuberculosis, Asian cholera, and yellow fever. This translates to open courtyards and lots of windows with healing sunlight and healing fresh air. Feral black cats roamed around the open campus. 

At the end of the day, our team rounded on the female orthopedic ward and the male orthopedic ward. The patients were so excited to share that they had ambulated on the unit multiple times and demonstrated their ability to raise and lower their legs with their new knee or hip. The 40+ year old woman with rheumatoid arthritis, with her young daughter at her side, that I met in clinic, smiled with gratefulness with her new hip.

Local Pastor Henry and
one of our orthopedic 
surgeon's son Lucas

Scott served on the prayer team at Hospital Escuela. I can't really tell his story, but over dinner, he was excited to share with me that he and the team had the opportunity to share the gospel. As a result, five young men (~17 to 21 years old) and one young woman accepted Christ as their Savior. 

"The Lord your God is with you. He is a Mighty Warrior who saves." Zephaniah 3:17

Enjoy my pictures! 


Light!
La Luz!

Anesthesiologist and
local anesthesiology students 

Open courtyard

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  1. Kathy Tylee13 November, 2025 09:52

    Love reading your posts and praying for and with you as I do. Thank you and Scott for sharing your time, talent, hearts, and smiles. You are the light!

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