Bolivia is only a six hour flight
from Miami, but culturally it is about as far away as
you can get. Each day our love for this
place deepens, perhaps because it is the country of our patients. The great rock faces of the magnificent Andes Mountains, women in bowler hats,
good-natured haggling in the marketplace, brightly woven textiles and pan flute
music will always be among our fond memories. The exotic beauty of this country fuses in our hearts with our patients´
hopes, their laughter, and sometimes their tears.
Their names are a symphony
of exotic-sounding names, like Teresa Andrea Cortez Quispe. Teresa is a young child with ancient eyes and
a disfigured syndactyl hand, fused together like a mitten. When she enters the clinic, she gives me an
awkward smile, like it is something that she is practicing, but has not yet
mastered. Her quiet demeanor makes the
clinic seem noisy. There is something
magical about this child, and I become aware that she watches and observes and
knows more than she speaks.
When the doctors pronounce
Teresa eligible for surgery, her eyes light up, as if these words hold the
answer to her most fervent prayers. Her
mother tells me that we have brought inexpressible joy and hope to the people
of Bolivia. It is the third time that I have heard it
today.
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