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| This is the picture that explains the story. Not my most photogenic picture, but me and the bishop's wife in Cusco |
So there is lots to tell, but unfortunately not a ton about my investigators. I wish I could tell you more about them, but I really don’t know what is happening with them right now. So first of all, I am back in Cusco in my old area. Now to explain, scan to the bottom and look at the pictures.
First of all… don’t waste money on exercise machines… buy yourself a pair of crutches… I am exhausted!
Ok so story time. Transfers came and I wasn’t training… WORSE. I am with a mini missionary. I felt SO stressed because it meant that I would be doing most of the work. PLUS, I had to show the new elders everything. STRESS. So we went to the terminal Monday night and then went to go pick up my mini missionary (Wendoly) who was going to be my companion for Tuesday… well, we went by her house and just my luck, it was dark and I took one step backwards and to my shock, ended up 3 feet below in a ditch/gutter. I had NEVER felt so much pain in my foot… I can’t tell you what happened, but we all heard a crack and I was sure my foot was broken. I couldn’t move it at all and I just wanted to scream. So at 10:30 at night, we went to the hospital with the Zone Leaders who are life savers. Well, they x-rayed my foot and it wasn’t broken. Slowly the pain went down, but it swelled a ton and began to bruise.
Tuesday was the actual day that everyone was going to be notified of where they were going and who was going to be their companion and such. Aka Preparation Day which meant I could rest ALL day. I’m not really convinced that it helped, but Wednesday came all too fast and I went to work with Yanderline (a member in my ward in Puno). We worked our butts off and committed Abigail to baptism for the 23rd of March!!!! Well, Thursday, we went to the clinic because my foot was still killing me and swelling and bruising more. We went to the clinic where he told me that I needed surgery because some things were separated that shouldn’t be… UH………… WHAT? I was not super happy about that. So we called Hermana Calderon and she said to have me travel to Cusco where the medical care is better. So that day I spent trying to explain to the elders there who they needed to visit and such.
Friday morning, I arrived in Cusco and no one here knew I was coming, so all by myself, I waited in the terminal at 5am for the sister missionaries to come. Finally I called the zone leaders who solved the problem. Then I went to the doctor and they took comparative x-rays of my 2 feet. Luckily, NO SURGERY is necessary!! My 2 feet are the same… However, from what I understood (which is difficult, I’ve never learned these medical terms in Spanish) But I dislocated my ankle and for whatever reason, the specialists in Cusco said to put my foot in a cast. I thought you only put casts on for broken bones? But what do I know of medical stuff! Haha. But, right now I am in Cusco and it’s DEATH! My crutches are too small and hills to mix with crutches. But luckily, President doesn’t expect me to go out and tract because in the area where I am… it’s pretty much impossible. So President gave me the assignment to play the piano for a choir that is going to sing tomorrow. Elder Nash is coming to visit the members and such. The missionaries don’t have permission to go, except for me, because they needed a pianist. So at least I have something to do with my time.
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| Edu... he dressed himself..... |
Tomorrow, President returns from Puerto Maldonado and he said that we would discuss the options of whether I stay here in Cusco or return to Puno and for another 11 days, I am with this cast on my foot. SOOOOO exciting.
Anyways, what I have learned this week is to depend on my Savior. My ankle in all honesty kills and I can’t work… super easy to get discouraged, but then I think of my Savior and when my arms are tired from crutches, I think, 'you know what? I can do this.'. And then I’m blessed with excitement to continue on. So when things get tough… KEEP GOING! Haha But seriously. When you give up is when you’re going to feel discouraged, it’s the moments when you push through things that you achieve the satisfaction and are rewarded with the relief that you accomplished what was most important.
Anyways, that is about it that I have to tell you because I wasn’t really able to walk much to meet new people and visit people and so my stories are kind of boring this week, but hopefully I can find someway to be useful this next week.
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| Some members and I and Hna Giron in Puno |
Well, friends and family, I am so grateful for your support and prayers. I hope you are all doing well and you are in my prayers as well.
Love Always,
Hermana Lang
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