I don’t even know where to begin with this post. I’ve talked directly to a few key players at
the hospital, and word is slowly making its way around the hospital and around
town that “Doctora Heydi” will likely not be coming back to Chichicastenango…
With Dr. Hoak’s deciding recently not to regularly return to
Guatemala for general surgery care, and the upcoming retirement of the hospital
administrator who has been so supportive of us for years, and the upcoming
retirement of Alma our scrub nurse, and the likely departure of our beloved and
trusted nurse Angelica who does much of our follow-up care after she finishes
her professional nursing degree… PLUS the completion of the operative suites at
the Hospital Adonai out in Canillรก which I’ve been privileged to be a
small part of from the time we were literally sketching it out on napkins about
five years ago—well, long story short, after much prayerful consideration—I’m
packing up my clinic here and literally moving it out to Canillรก
starting February of 2020!
This is incredibly bittersweet—sweet, absolutely, in the
sense that I will get to spend more time with my dear friends in the Ficker
family (read more about them at adonaiinternationalministries.com, those of you
who don’t know them! They were a second
family to Matt and I when we lived here in Guatemala and have mentored us in
every possible way from the birth of our son to the rebirths of our souls…) But certainly bitter in that I will no
longer be visiting every few months with the amazing and generous and loving
staff of the Good Samaritan Hospital here in Chichi.
I’m not even sure I realized how hard this would be, y’all! And there will be rebuilding, and relearning,
and re-teaching of the new staff at the new hospital, and it will all be in God’s
perfect timing, we trust. It will be
wonderful and hard and everything that Chichi has always been and then some… Will
you please continue to pray with me as we make the transition?
Tomorrow I will turn in these keys for the last time—the ones
with the ten year-old piece of tape on the back of the Lord’s Prayer keychain
that says “Dr. Heidi Bell clinic”—the ones that I pray have opened doors not
only for me to practice my craft, but also for patients to feel safe and cared
for and—dare I say—loved with just a tiny foretaste of Jesus’s love for them—the
ones that I have to ask to “borrow” for the week every. single. time I come
down here, when they again open the door for me but don’t leave me the key for the
week—the ones they have kept in a drawer for 11 years now, just waiting for me
to come down in another three or four months and trusting that I would.
I snapped this picture tonight when I looked at them and
couldn’t hold back my tears. Isn’t it
funny how the littlest things can bring on such on onslaught of memories and
emotions?
So yes—tomorrow, I turn in my keys again for the last time
here in this town. And I look forward to
seeing how God continues to open doors—with or without physical keys!—in other
parts of His kingdom.