
To get from where I live in Hopkins to the hospital in Dangriga, I take a bus, which can get crowded (right)! Most people here handle the heat and humidity with much more grace than I, as my skin is still used to the frigid Rochester air. After the 20-mile bus-ride, there was not a dry spot on my scrubs, generating many oohs and ahhs from the other passengers. I tend to stand out in the crowd here as it is, and stepping off the bus looking like I just stepped out of the shower makes me a yet more comical sight to behold.
A sad event occurred last week. For many years in Hopkins, it was customary to dump one’s trash in the ocean. Some of the village inhabitants still do this, and dirty diapers occasionally wash up on the beach. Didi, a 4-month-old Rottweiler puppy, the youngest of Judy’s family’s 3 dogs, didn’t know better than to pull up dirty diapers that washed up on the beach. Likely, this is how she got sick. Last week she was not her usual perky self and wouldn’t even get up to say hello. We started an IV drip on her and treated her with fluids and metronidazole for presumed parasitic infection. However, despite our best efforts, Didi became septic and passed away Thursday night.
Below, some of the kids in Hopkins during the camp last week.

