It would not be possible for Mercy Ships to impact patients, their families, and their communities without your help. We are so thankful for your encouragement, prayers, and financial support!! Today, I want to share about a patient named Mary who had a facial tumor removed. Here is her story:
Mary had endured years of her classmates’ taunting. “Bag face, bag face, bag face,” they shouted. A tumor covered her right eye, billowing over half her face. It made one side of her face droop down, and, as a result, Mary always looked sad. Day after day, the 14-year-old came home crying, tears trickling out from underneath her tumor. “Will this ever go away?” she wondered.
The tumor, a neurofibroma, had been growing for years. Such a tumor develops around the nerves and in rare cases reaches into the brain. The longer it is left untreated, the more dangerous it becomes.
The family took their daughter to doctor after doctor, only to hear the same answer, “No, we can’t help.” Days, months, and years slowly ticked by, and, steadily, Mary’s tumor continued to grow.
The family was preparing to take their daughter to Nigeria when they heard about Mercy Ships.
After going through the screening process, Mary’s surgical date finally came. Mary boarded a white Mercy Ships vehicle, entered the port, and finally looked at the ship for the first time.
After her surgery, Mary had 48 hours before she would know for sure if her face was really tumor-free, if her “bag face” was now just a normal, healthy, 14-year-old girl’s face.
The time passed slowly. Mary colored, played games, and watched The Jungle Book. When the nurses finally came to replace the old bandage, Mary nervously fidgeted with a checker piece. Then a nurse put a mirror by the bed. Mary picked it up gingerly – a delicate and powerful object. She stared directly into the mirror, adjusted the angle and smiled … she was beautiful!
That night Mary spent hours in silent contemplation, just her and the mirror. She’d look away for a moment and then look back, checking to see if that really was her face. “Is the bag really gone?” she might have wondered. She’d look again. “Yes, really and truly … gone.”
After a follow-up appointment she sat in the back of the tent, a confident grin spreading over her face. “She’s like a different person now,” commented Lindsay McCurley, a nurse who took care of Mary in the wards. “It was amazing to see her transformation – the night before Mary left, she was dancing up a storm.”
And it’s true. Ever since her surgery, there’s a lightness in Mary – the burden has finally been lifted, and the wait is truly over.
Mary’s “bag face” has been replaced with a confident gaze. She doesn’t have to be asked twice. “A photo?” She bounds out of the waiting car and lights up for the camera. She can’t wait to get back to school.