I have been to the Fistula hospital a number of times before, but it doesn't get old. We went a few days ago, and I was impressed again. We also went out to visit Desta Mender ("Village of Joy") where the girls who cannot be cured can live. It is like its own little community. The girls living there cannot be cured and need colostomies and such, so they need to be close to medical care for the stomas and UTI's and such. While they are on this compound they can learn things like literacy and business so they can find a way to support themselves. In this picture (if it loads) I am in front of the new midwivery school they are opening on the Desta Mender compound with a goal to decrease fistula rates with education.
Otherwise life goes on, Amharic language school is good though still a bit boring, I am making connections and in some ways feel like I never left. Now onto getting some groceries shopped for, getting my cell phone turned on, and making some granola.
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