Duncan Hospital, Raxaul

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"For you have been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress, a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat." #bible #india #hope #hospital #donate #goodcauses #healthcareforall #care #givingback #compassion #education #mission #makeadifference #lifechanging

Nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas, Landour is a quaint town, with refreshing mountain air, impossibly narrow roads with hair-pin bends, international schools and yes, Landour Community Hospital. Started in 1931, LCH joined EHA in the seventies. The hospital serves the local population, hill people and Westerners who came for language study. In the account above, Joy and her family write about their experiences retracing their parents' footsteps. We are grateful to Joy as she partners with us, supporting both LCH and EHA. Though now entirely an Indian operation, the 20 EHA hospitals have an illustrious past. Many workers from Canada, the US, the UK and other countries served faithfully, generously and sacrificially - people such as Gladys and Will Huggan. We salute them. For all the saints who from their labours rest, Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy name O Jesus, be forever blest Alleluia ! Alleluia! Link to blog post in bio. #india #hope #hospital #donate #goodcauses #healthcareforall #care #givingback #compassion #education #mission #makeadifference #lifechanging #landour

Sunil Kumar Kushwaha is a 19-year-old man from a village in north Bihar. Three years ago, he was involved in a motorcycle accident and injured his spinal cord. From the nearby hospital, he was referred to a hospital in Delhi and after a brief period of rehabilitation, he returned home, facing the life-long challenge of being unable to stand and walk. He said, “I had a lot of difficulty accepting myself and adjusting to my new circumstances. I felt helpless and fully dependent on my family even for small things. I was very uncomfortable and felt that my life was worthless. I attempted to kill myself twice, thinking that my life was meaningless and hopeless. One day I heard about the Spinal Cord injury (SCI) meeting at Duncan Hospital, Raxaul. So, I went there with my mother to participate in SCI meeting. Through these SCI meetings, I realized that I am not alone and I am inspired by my friends who are also having similar problems. After meeting others with spinal cord injuries, I began to feel more optimistic and cheerful. I enrolled in school, started my studies and passed. In spite of my challenges, I am preparing for my further studies and in order to start a career. Recently, I received a wheelchair from JONI & FRIENDS through Duncan Hospital. Now I am much more mobile and I can do a lot more. I have started earning money by tutoring children. This is also service for my community which helps children get a good education. People have started appreciating me and this brings joy to my soul." #india #hope #hospital #donate #goodcauses #healthcareforall #care #givingback #compassion #education #mission #makeadifference #lifechanging #joniandfriends

On a hot and dusty day, my colleague Silas and I arrive in front of a small house in a rural village in Bihar. Silas and I, working with Duncan Hospital’s Community Based Rehabilitation Project (CBR), have come to meet a child with a disability who lives with her parents and her extended family in this small, simple house. We have travelled here by motorbike, with Silas driving as I sat behind as the passenger. The route to their home has taken us through the congested streets of Raxaul, Bihar where rickshaws, trucks, bicycles, pedestrians and motorbikes jockey for position. From there, we turned onto a quieter road, where Silas had to dodge potholes on the road and give wide berth to buses carrying passengers on the roof as well as on the seats. We passed women cutting grass for their buffaloes, children tending goats, and men travelling to work as daily labourers. We passed fields of rice and corn, punctuated from time to time, by small villages with mud and bamboo houses. As Silas drove, I watched the beautiful scenery and noted how much this “commute” differs from my subway trip to work in Toronto, years previously. What had brought me from my comfortable life in Toronto, to living in rural Bihar? For full blog post, link in bio. #linkinbio #india #hope #hospital #donate #goodcauses #healthcareforall #care #givingback #compassion #education #mission #makeadifference #lifechanging

“The loneliness of my house would’ve eaten me alive if I hadn’t found Kiran,” says Maya. As a child, Maya enjoyed playing in the homes of her already married older siblings. She never felt anxious about her own future, even as she reached marriageable age. Maya’s mother fell ill and Maya became her primary care-giver, living downstairs in her brother’s house. Maya’s mother despaired, knowing she was going to die before she could secure her daughter’s future. She begged her son’s wife to take care of Maya and find her a good husband. Once Maya’s mother died, however, Maya was lost in the shuffle as her married siblings moved on and raised their own children. Living below her brother, Maya was happy to be part of his family. Her brother’s wife was happy to have the extra help with housework and children. Maya enjoyed her role as aunt – the kids would all sleep in her house most nights! As the children started getting older, however, tension grew with her sister-in-law. Now that she didn’t need help in her own house, she began saying that Maya should marry and move out. Then Maya discovered that she had breast cancer. Even after all the years she’d spent caring for their children, her brothers deserted her. They forbid their children from going near her – worried that they would “catch” cancer by associating with her. Maya cycled from hospital to hospital alone. Even when she went for surgery, no one from her family accompanied her. Her sister-in- law, frustrated at the expense of Maya’s illness, told her, “You’re a worthless extra,” and Maya found it hard not to believe her. On a hospital visit, Maya met a woman associated with Kiran. A few days later, the woman came to visit Maya’s house and saw how alone she was. She also realized that Maya had become depressed and couldn’t think clearly enough to care for herself and deal with the effects of radiation. The woman visited regularly, helping Maya improve her health. She taught Maya how to deal with her illness and treatment. Eventually, Maya joined Kiran as a seamstress and found there the support she’d wished for from her own family. “Kiran is our home. These people understand us,” she says. Maya has also le

Apti + Suthiksh The morning I met Apti was a typical winter morning in Delhi, India. Nonchalant sunshine filtered down through layers of smog and left a hint of chill in the polluted city air. I followed Shalom staff as they navigated the labyrinth of alleyways leading to Apti’s residence. As we walked, the staff began to tell me Apti’s story. Originally from Nepal, Apti and her husband moved to Delhi in search of employment and a better future. Tragically though, Apti’s husband contracted HIV and, knowingly or unknowingly, passed the virus along toApti. From there the virus spread to three of their four children. The HIV virus proceeded to decimate Apti’s family; claiming the lives of her husband and two of their children. Already at rock bottom, Apti was somehow plunged deeper when she learned that she had cervical cancer – which had spread to other parts of her body. When Shalom staff first visited Apti she was living in horrid conditions, bed ridden-unable to walk because of painful leg swelling. During visits to her home, Shalom’s Palliative care nurses would massage her legs, and clean her tiny apartment, at times even cook food for her. Her nineteen-year-old son works long hours in order to provide for his mother and younger brother. With her elder son gone all day, A must rely on her six-year-old son Suthiksh to cook food, help her take medications and use the restroom. As we entered Apti’s tiny living space, I saw a curious head peaking up from a pile of blankets on the floor. This smiling youngster was Suthiksh, Apti’s third HIV+ child. I listened with building emotions as Shalom staff explained the kindness that Suthiksh shows towards his mother. On one occasion, he burned his hands while trying to heat bread for his mother. Suthiksh had tried to hold pieces of bread over an open flame. I was struck by the simple happiness and generosity of this little boy. We had brought a small package of crackers to give to Suthiksh. Upon opening them he immediately gave half of them back to me. How could I accept a gift from a child so poor? How could I refuse an offer so genuinely kind?

Imagine you are living in a poor isolated village in North India with a disabled child. You leave to work the fields in the morning leaving the child in a dark, windowless, smoky hut. The few rupees you earn will buy food for one meal for the whole family. Your child, lying immobilized on the floor, is tormented by the happy sounds of children playing outside. You and your family feel isolated, believing that your child is being punished for her sins in a past existence. This is her fate. This daily grind continues – without hope, without respite. One day a team of health workers from a nearby hospital comes to your village. They gather the village folk and tell them that they can help people with disabilities. They speak of a God that made them in His image and loves each girl and boy unconditionally. And then the team gets to work – first doing a survey of people with disabilities. Then they conduct an outpatient clinic to treat common ailments and refer those with serious illnesses to the mission hospital nearby. They bring equipment. Your child sits up for the first time in her life!

Vijay Anand of Makunda EHA Hospital was honoured to receive the Mother Teresa International Award 2019 for outstanding achievement and contribution to Medicine and Social Work from Justice Shyamal Sen, Former Governor of West Bengal and Chief Justice of Kolkata and Allahabad High Courts at the East Zone Cultural Centre in Kolkata on the 18th of January. The Award is given by a committee in memory of Mother Teresa under the All Indian Minority and Weaker Sections Council. The award is a recognition of the work at Makunda which is due to God's blessings and the hard work of many highly committed co-workers. #mothertheresa #india #hope #hospital #donate #goodcauses #healthcareforall #care #givingback #compassion #education #mission #makeadifference #lifechanging

People with mental illness in North India face many barriers. Community awareness is limited, psychiatrists are few and general health care practitioners are either unable or reluctant to offer treatment. Further, the stigma of mental illness accompanied by discrimination inhibits access to care. The Roshni (“bright shining light”) Project works to create awareness, provide education and facilitate access to appropriate health care. 37 years old Rajesh, a tailor by trade, lives with his wife and five children in a remote village in Bihar. His life fell apart one day when his land was unjustly seized. He became anxious and confused, stayed out late and developed insomnia. The family spent all their money to help him, even resorting to witchcraft. But it was of no use. Rajesh became mentally unstable, was no longer able to work and the family was rendered penniless. When the Roshni team heard about Rajesh, they took him to the Duncan hospital for treatment. He recovered and a year later Roshni provided him with a sewing machine. Now he earns between 400 and 500 rupees each day. The whole family is happy and feels cared for once again. . #india #hope #hospital #donate #goodcauses #healthcareforall #care #givingback #compassion #education #mission #makeadifference #lifechanging #shalom #peace #hope #joy #light #roshni #brightshininglight #Christmas

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Anugrah Handicapped Childrens’ Project
Community Based Rehabilitation
Duncan Hospital, Raxaul
Equipment Fund
Good Samaritan Project
Christian Health Initiative for South Sudan (formally ICMDA)
Institute of Medical Missions
Madhipura Hospital
Neerekshe Project
Neonatal Survival and Training – NeST
Nursing School
Palliative Care Project
Prem Jyoti Community Project
Roshni Project
Shalom AIDS Project

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