- Posted May 22, 2008 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
There are no real words that can really tell the emotions that a situation such as this can impart to everyone else out there.
Death, and not just death itself, but death in some of it's worst and most horrendous forms. Impossible to imagine even with experience in emergency departments. Lifeless bodies and so many of which are sweet lovely innocent children. Much of the time for some, appearing to be in a peaceful sleep. And then to realize, that they will never wake again. That the future time of their life is now over.
The sheer numbers alone is beyond what one could imagine. The time out and hoping, praying for another miracle save. But it seems will never come but hope still nonetheless.
Treating one person after another in what seems to be an endless procession of people that come for help. Fractures in every place a body can have. Lacerations and dislocations. And most all with infections from walking through the mountains for days. Some will lose their leg or arm in amputations due to the infections and some will suffer other debilitating deformities.
One man, treating his head and leg wounds who walked into the camp, and "oh, by the way, my shoulder hurts" in what was a completely dislocated shoulder walking around with it for 4 days. But yes, back in place now.
The man who lost his mother, his father, his wife and both his children.
Case after case of physical, emotional and psychological distress and pain. Too many to even begin to tell of.
Whatever I do here, is not enough nor will it ever be.
But I will try as will the rest of the world.