by Sr. Sheila Campbell MMM Ireland 30.06.2023
Recently someone gave me a copy of a poem which our late Sr. Immaculata Nichols (2017 – 2002) loved and used as a “party piece”. I thought I would share it here as it is a gentle reminder not to take ourselves too seriously and look at the humorous side of life.
I’m on a Committee
(Phong Ngo)
Oh, give me a pity, I’m on a committee
Which means that from morning to night
We attend and amend and contend and defend
Without a conclusion in sight.
We confer and concur, we defer and demur
And re-iterate all of our thoughts
We revise the agenda with frequent addenda
And consider a load of reports.
We compose and propose, we suppose and oppose
And the points of procedure are fun!
But though various notions are brought up as motion
There’s terribly little gets done.
We resolve and absolve, but never dissolve
Since it’s out of the question for us.
What a shattering pity to end our committee
Where else could we make such a fuss?
by Nadia Ramoutar MMM Communictions Coordinator 28.06.2023
There is a wise African Proverb that says “If you want to go fast go alone but if you want to go far go together.”
We often quote this proverb in our Communication Department because collaboration is such an important part of what we do. While visiting the MMM project in Tanzania we saw how well the MMM Sisters extend their impact in the community through not only MMM Staff but also through the help of community workers. MMM Sisters tend to work in very remote areas and with vulnerable people who would otherwise not have any services. Our MMM Mission projects are often the only service option for people and without the MMMs the people would have no way of getting services due to a lack of transportation or funds – it’s not easy for a very sick or terminally ill patient to get to cities that have medical options.
Recently I got to see how very remote many of the MMM Services actually are, and how hard the roads can be on the journey. We were fortunate to meet some of the community workers who extend the reach of the MMM in small rural communities which are often very remote from other services. One of the community workers I was witnessing at work with a small child who had spina bifida oversaw 20 families in his area. He checks in on the families and patients to see how they are doing and to make sure they have the resources they need for the patient.
He said that the families he saw had terminal or chronic conditions including stroke, HIV, Cardiac issues, retinoblastoma and chronic skin diseases. If he sees that the patient is in need of services he then will refer them. He serves as a conduit between the family and the MMMs. He also plays an important role in that the families know him and they feel they are being cared about even when times are very difficult. He keeps a log of the days and times he was visiting each person and how they were.
One of the challenges the community health workers face is keeping in contact with people, especially children, who may be moved around and not stay in one place for long. A lack of resources is one issue dying or chronically ill people face but another is loneliness. We met a lot of orphans living with grandparents and also widows left alone to cope. The Community worker is an important part of the MMM family who can extend the healing charism further to people struggling. Paid a small stipend for their time and commitment, the Community Worker brings tremendous value to the MMMs and the many patients they serve. Collaboration is key to allowing us to go far, not to just go fast.
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by Sr. Sheila Campbell MMM Ireland 26.06.2023
“A ship is safe in harbour, but that’s not what ships are for.”
― John A. Shedd
This quote was used at Mass by a visiting priest recently and it struck a chord with many of the Sisters present. I think it reminded us that we are about a bigger mission than our own comfort and safety. When we were young Sisters, setting out on mission to far away places this was easy to embrace. Now we are back in Ireland. Are we “back in the harbour? Or should we still be out in the open waters of discovering the needs of a new Ireland.
Ireland nowadays is a very different place than the one we left fifty or sixty years ago. It has become more open, younger, more multi-cultural. It has become more prosperous economically. At the same time, it is in danger of losing some valuable traditions and sense of the sacred. We had this sense of the sacred in Ireland even before Saint Patrick arrived. Places like Newgrange and the various cairns and stone circles and holy wells dotted throughout the landscape attest to this.
Perhaps our missionary work in Ireland is to keep alive this sense of the sacred. It involved care of the earth, our common home, and respect for all people no matter their culture, race, or religion. It is not an easy task in today’s world. Often, religious people are scoffed at in the media as being “old hat”, “from another generation”. It takes courage to keep the rudder of the boat steady as we sail on these troubled waters. So, we call on God to be with us as we continue our missionary journey right back where we started from. Isn’t there another famous quote from T.S.Eliot?
“We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.”
by Sr. Marian Scena MMM Tanzania/USA 24.06.2023
Tonight I received a phone call at 11:55pm from Anna, who told me that Rose had died at 11:25pm. Who is Anna? And who is Rose? Maybe I had better start by telling you about Rose.
Rose is a 40-year-old mother of four children from a village in Iramba District, here in Tanzania. She had breast cancer. It began with a lump in the right breast which was removed at Singida Regional Hospital. She was told it was not cancer, but, although a sample was taken, Rose did not have the money to pay for the histology test, it wasn’t sent for examination. When the lump recurred, she went to Makiungu (MMM) Hospital. There she had a right mastectomy and was referred to a cancer referral centre in Dar es Salaam where she had six courses of chemotherapy at three-week intervals.
After this, Rose returned home to her husband and four children. She found that he had taken another wife while she was having treatment, and he threw her out of the house. She tried to commit suicide by hanging herself when she found she had no food, clothing or family, but somehow this attempt was not successful. In despair she turned to her former employer, Anna.
Rose had worked as a house girl for Anna before she got married and had a family. Anna, who was from a different tribe, welcomed Rose into her home and fed, nursed, and cared for Rose until her death tonight. Anna has two grown children and is separated from her husband. She makes a living by running a small kiosk near the local primary school. She is raising an orphan boy who found his way to her home when she lived in Arusha and attached himself to her. He is doing well at school. Another 13 year old, her brother’s son, is also living with her and going to school.
I first met these two women when Faraja Hospice and Palliative Care Programme was asked to visit Rose by the local government Chairperson of Anna’s section of Singida town. Anna had gone to the government leader to get permission to collect money from the local people to care for Rose. She showed me the three-page list of names and donations she had collected by going door to door asking for help to care for Rose as she didn’t have money herself to care for her. She had managed to collect the equivalent of 150 Euro or about $200. This Christian lady had brought Rose into her own home and bedroom and bed, but as the patient’s condition worsened, Anna was finding it harder and harder to care for her – especially as Rose now had severe pain and a very large cancerous ulcer where her breast had once been. I was so struck by Anna – her faith, her simple trust that God would provide for her needs if she took care of Rose, and her dedicated and loving care of her patient.
Rose was visited by our Hospice Team at least twice a week. This week we saw her each day until she died – a total of 26 visits, not including the visits by her Palliative Care Volunteer. During this time, we developed close bonds with Rose and with Anna. We were able to get oral morphine to relieve Rose’s pain, other medicines she needed and dressings to care for her wound. Anna was heroic but in the last two weeks it was obvious that she was getting physically and emotionally drained. It was very important for us to affirm Anna for the love and wonderful care she was giving Rose and also to help her prepare for the separation that would come when Rose died.
Anna welcomed Rose’s family members and Pentecostal Pastor when they came and fed them. At one stage they wanted to bring Rose home to care for her but Anna wouldn’t hear of it; she knew that they wouldn’t be able to care for her large wound and severe swelling of her body. Rose’s oldest son came to stay with her and we have been able to get funding to help him continue his education at Vocational School through Faraja Centre’s School Help for Vulnerable Children Programme. After we visited Rose, Anna would walk us to the car and we used this time to encourage her, to tell her what a good job she was doing, but also to prepare her for Rose’s inevitable death. Anna continued her practice of attending daily Mass until the last few days when she said she was unable to leave Rose alone. Rose used to say to her, “One day you will return from church and find that I have died!” But this didn’t happen as Anna didn’t leave her alone those last few days.
About a week ago Rose’s husband said he wanted her brought back and buried at his house but Rose felt estranged and didn’t want this. Four days ago, I talked with her and asked her if she might be able to forgive her husband for abandoning her? She found it very hard but eventually said she would leave God to deal with him. I said, “Rose, I’m not telling you to forgive him, but I think you would get much more peace in yourself if you could forgive him. Jesus died for you and your sins, but He also died for your husband and will forgive him even if the man doesn’t want to be forgiven.” She considered these words carefully.
This morning her husband arrived along with their Pastor. Rose was quite distressed with severe difficulty in breathing and leg cramps along with severe swelling of her legs. I showed the husband how to massage her legs as she found this helpful. We stayed nearly an hour and left him still massaging her legs. Anna told me tonight when she phoned to tell me that Rose had died, that Rose had forgiven her husband and they had been reconciled!
It is such a privilege, and often very humbling, to do Hospice and Palliative Care. There are so many precious moments when I am touched by our patients, when they have been stripped of everything as they journey to meet their God. It is such a privilege to be part of their journey!
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by Sr. Monica Prendergast MMM Ireland/Uganda 22.06.2023
This morning a child smiled, and my heart gave a throb of joy. Little Joseph had been sitting around for two weeks wearing the sad expression of a child deprived of sufficient protein due to poverty at home – a poverty made worse when drought caused shortages and therefore price increases.
Joseph’s little eyes lacked the lustre of the average child. He showed no interest in anything, despite our efforts to stimulate him. But today our efforts were rewarded, thanks to good food and a lot of love. And I pondered on the number of children who cross our path here in Kitovu, Uganda. So many come suffering from malnutrition, anaemia, malaria, AIDS. We have cured many, others have come too late.
Health education is the key to a better life, but poverty is the major obstacle. It is a strange paradox as we reach the end of this era and the new millennium is starting, that poverty remains the greatest enemy to good health. What a century of achievement: we have gone to the moon, seen every form of advanced technology and science. But alas, our children continue to be hungry and even die of that hunger.
Here in Kitovu, a day is spent listening, speaking, healing, and so often pondering and wondering will justice someday prevail. Will our children in this millennium be slow to smile and will hunger continue to deprive them of health? ‘The hunger is eating me’ is a phrase I often hear from people who come to our Department, asking for a little food. As Christians, we must ask ourselves can we properly receive the Bread of Life without sharing bread for life with those in want? It is a big challenge to the rich in developing countries, and to the wealthy nations who spend millions on arms. Surely the words of the Prophets of yore are still more relevant today: “Do good to the orphan, help the widow, seek justice.”
What a day of celebration we will have when we can really say “nation will not life up sword against nation, neither will they learn war any more”!
Editor’s Note: First published in MMM Yearbook 2000.
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by Sr. Sheila Lenehan MMM (1943-2018) Ireland/Brazil 20.06.2023
Maria is in her late 40s. She came to see us because they were desperate. They had run out of money. She had a house of her own and her son had a small business. But, because her husband, José, had AIDS, all their money had been used up. When I first met her, they were hungry. The social worker in the Health Centre sent her to us.
José was a man who used to go cray at Carnival time. He was just addicted to the huge street festival that takes place before Lent each year. He had a costume and used to dress up and go out at the start of Carnival. He would not return home until the five days of the festival were well over. Obviously, he drank to excess.
José had been very abusive od Maria and their only son when they were younger. But by now, the son was big, so he couldn’t ill-treat them anymore.
When I met Maria and José, they still lived under one roof, but it looked as if there was no marriage left. However, José was there and, when he worked, he provided something for them. Maria used to bake pastries and things like that, which she sold to the local small home industries.
José was a builder. He had a good job but a lot of his money went outside the home. Other women, and various kinds of waywardness, were a major part of his life.
Suddenly, José fell ill with meningitis. He was diagnosed as having AIDS – full-blown AIDS. They had not known he was HIV-positive. That was the first they knew of AIDS in that household. Initially Maria suspected she had the virus also. For her, it was a very anxious time until she got the results of her test – negative.
Maria and her son stood by José through it all. All the time he was in hospital they stood by him. They visited him every day, and brought him all he needed. When he came home, he was totally dependent on them for nursing care. Maria cared for him day and night. She looked after him in every way. All the money she and her son had saved went on his medicines. Then she came to us because she didn’t have any more money left to buy food.
All of this really impressed José. Even though he had been very nasty to them in the past. It wasn’t just that he was wayward, but he actually ill-treated them when the little boy was growing up.
PRODIGAL HUSBAND
One day José spoke to Maria. He told her he now realised that family was what really counted. He knew that they had every right to throw him out when he was at his lowest. He was the epitome of the prodigal husband. He was able to say to her how he appreciated the way that she and her son had stood by him.
Initially José was very seriously ill and couldn’t do anything. He also had TB of the lungs as a complicating factor of AIDS. He was debilitated. He couldn’t walk. He spent many months recuperating. But gradually he began to recover and eventually he even returned to work. Maria continued to work at the baking, and he is back at work now as a builder. I think basically what made the difference in José’s case was the good care provided by Maria and their son. But that wasn’t all. José found that he had something worthwhile to live for. As soon as he was up and about, he threw away all his Carnival gear and said he would never look at it again.
José doesn’t drink now. I visit them often and I have never met him under the influence of drink. His son used to have only a metal hut for selling newspapers, now José has built him a little shop at the side of the house so that he can expand his business. Then José and Maria began planning to build a house for their son and his wife and new baby, so that they could have their own home instead of living with them.
Today, José still has AIDS. He takes his treatment, and he lives carefully as one with a chronic illness must do. But he is totally rehabilitated in every way. Family life has improved no end. Maria is happy. The quality of all their lives has improved. All of this is due to the fact that José got AIDS.
So, in the end, I think it is not the things that happen to us that are important. These may seem good, or they may seem bad. It is the way that we respond to the ups and downs that come our way that really determines the depth and quality of our lives.
First Published by MMM in 1996
by Sr. Sheila Campbell MMM Ireland 18.06.2023
One of our MMM values that I have seen people scratch their heads about is Creative Fidelity. “What do you mean by that?”, they say. “It doesn’t make sense”. Well, there is one thing I have learnt in life it is how difficult it is to talk about something that is an ideal and not practical.
Fidelity implies holding on to something good. We ask spouses to be faithful to each other in their marriage ceremony. I expect of myself faithfulness to the vows I made as a young woman back in 1970. Faithfulness asks of us steadiness and commitment. Yes, there will be challenges and difficulties. Life is like that. But our faithfulness can see us through. As a Christian, I try to be faithful to the teachings and example of Jesus Christ. For MMM we value our history, our Benedictine spirituality, our foundress, Mother Mary Martin and all she taught us about love and trust in God. All this we will hold onto and cherish.
At the same time, we must be creative. This comes from the teaching of Mother Mary herself. She knew life did not stand still. She responded to the needs of her time, and she expects us to do the same. There is a wonderful phrase in MMM “You are called to an extraordinary adventure”. An adventure is just that – it is not planned; actions arise because of the needs of the moment. As MMMs we must be always ready to shift, to move, not to “settle down”. We respond to the medical needs as they arise among the poor of this world. As you can imagine with the global climate crisis we are being asked to respond in areas where the rains failed, or where the floods came. We are also being asked to respond individually, recycling, living simply. No point in preaching what you do not practise!
So, there you have it. We are “holding on” and at the same time we are shifting. Yes, it does seem contradictory, but the beauty and the challenge are in holding those two reins together on our journey through life. Faithfulness is not stagnant or a blind repetition but involves constant reflection, evaluation and discernment to allow the faithful love to be ‘born anew’ in each reality and in each person. That is my hope for today!
by Nadia Ramoutar MMM Communications Coordinator Ireland 16.06.2023
Does an addict actually know they are addicted until they are without the addiction source? This thought crossed my mind lately when traveling in East Africa to visit the MMM Missions in Tanzania along with Sr Sheila Campbell. We both work in communications so it literally is our life’s work to be connected and share stories with the world on behalf of the MMMs. Communicators like to be able to connect and stay connected.
What I didn’t realise until we arrived was how dependent I was on my ability to be connected, anytime, well actually all the time. Either my phone, my smart watch or my laptop access wifi instantly and I know if anyone sent me an email, message or text. Our team still working back at home are used to being able to contact us at a moments notice.
Unable to often access wifi, the news to me was that I felt anxiety when I didn’t have connection. When I didn’t have wifi access, which was often, I was actually a little frazzled at first. In fairness, I was traveling far from my family so I wanted them to be able to reach me, so that’s understandable. But, it was much more than that. What hit me was the realisation that so much of my life is actually spent online. I am dependent on wifi to live my life as I do.
My cellphone has the nerve to tell me how much time I spend on my phone. I think it is a suspicious source since how does it know if I have wandered off to a make a cup of tea. Or maybe I am in a meeting and it is next to me. Is my smart phone really that smart? The thing was that while I was in Tanzania, my phone was indicating much lower numbers for daily use. There was no denying it that I was experiencing a decline in screen time, but I was very busy meeting people and visiting field work of the MMM projects.
For many of us, we are unaware of some of our dependencies and probably would be uncomfortable calling them addictions. Unable to listen to podcasts or downloaded music, check social media posts, respond to texts or messages, know that an email just came in and respond immediately, I was a little lost at first. I listen to guided meditations on an app to fall asleep. I have to read a book instead. Imagine that! Within a week, a book was finished.
There was a notification for people who sent me an email that I was traveling and may not be able to access wifi right away. I had taken time to make sure all family and close friends understood my wifi connection might not be great. But, had I prepared myself for what that meant? No, I had not because I didn’t know I needed to do so. The shock of grief I experienced going 12 or 14 hours without wifi was a surprise to me. I needed to revisit this relationship with being wired to wife 24/7. I didn’t grow up this way. The internet was not even invented when I was a child.
I noticed how after a week, I started to relax about this. I started to accept my new normal. I didn’t get upset when I couldn’t get on wifi. I checked in with my family when I did have it and reminded them that I didn’t know when I would have it again. I sent emails and images to work when I could. Through some miracle, seeing the hardships of many of the local people in Tanzania, I realised that my first world wifi problems were not even a problem at all – they were an inconvenience at best. In comparisons to the challenges I saw in the schools, clinics and homes in Tanzania I felt disappointed in my irritations and anxieties.
Western world woes soon pale in comparison to the serious issues of people living in the most vulnerable communities in the world. When an orphaned child has no food to eat when they come home from school, that’s a real concern. When someone is trying to care for their dying mother and a small child at the same time with no food or access to medicine or healthcare and are dependent on mission visitors, that’s stressful. When a child has cancer and needs surgery and the family cannot afford the money to pay for a hospital or even the transportation costs to see a specialist, this is a true problem. Many young children and babies die this way.
My unstable internet connection I learned, didn’t really matter at all.
by Sr. Maura Ramsbottom (1931 – 2007) Ireland 14.06.2023
To listen with ‘the ear of the heart’ is the challenge that Benedict puts to us in his Rule. It is the art of deep listening. Imagine a large group in a room. Among them is the mother of a baby and the baby is in another room. If the baby makes even the smallest sound, the mother is likely to be the person who hears it before anyone else because she is listening with ‘the ear of her heart’.
When we talk about listening we are talking about being present to the deepest meaning of reality. We are truly present to what is happening around us, to the people speaking to us, to their needs and their desires. We are attentive, we are aware, we are awake. We are ready to be touched by reality, we are vulnerable. Such an attitude calls for courage together with the conviction that we are unconditionally loved. Reality invites rather than threatens us.
We are unafraid to be present, to listen, because God is present everywhere and is inviting us: ‘today if you will listen’ says Benedict in the Prologue to the Rule. Thus, for Benedict, seeking God becomes a very practical thing. God is present everywhere, in creation, in the guest, in the person who is sick, in the Abbot and in each other. Awareness of this presence of God forms and sustains an attitude of listening and of seeking, it brings about a sense of deep reverence for every person and for all creation. Being enfolded in this presence is a healing experience.
If we believe God is present in what is happening to us, it follows that what God is asking of us can be revealed to us through events and circumstances. For Benedict, these circumstances can be quite mundane, but in each case, we are called to listen and to respond with attention and reverence.
We are asked to obey one another. (Obey comes from the latin ab audire meaning to listen). Much more than physical hearing is involved here. We must not follow what seems good for ourselves but what seems good for another. T o obey one another is to practise fraternal charity with a pure love, to obey the Abbot involves a sincere and humble affection for him. Listening with the ear of the heart is far-reaching.
The cellarer, i.e. the person responsible for the store-room of the monastery, must listen, even if the demand is unreasonable, and at least give a good word in reply. The person making a request must show reverence for and listen to the needs of the cellarer: let the things that have to be asked for be asked for at the proper (i.e. convenient) time, says the Rule.
Before all things and above all things, care must be taken of the sick. However, the sick, on their part, must not provoke those who are caring for them by unreasonable demands. Nevertheless, the carers are reminded to be patient with those who are sick, to listen with the ear of the heart, thus being open to the gift of compassion.
Let guests that come be received like Christ, the Rule says. Let Christ be worshipped in them for indeed He is received in their person. Fitting honour is to be shown to them. To recognise what is fitting in each case calls for listening in a way that is far from superficial. We must also listen to complaints, perhaps we are being invited to greater sensitivity and more authentic service.
Discretion is the mother of virtues. It expresses itself in flexibility and adaptability. It calls for a readiness to listen anew to the call of the Gospel in each situation. The Abbot is asked to arrange all things so that the strong have something to strive after while the weak do not draw back in alarm. A daunting task, not only for an Abbot, but for each of us in our personal lives.
Balance is an important word for Benedict. There is time for work, time for prayerful reading, time for the Divine Office, for meals and for sleep. The balanced life enables us to listen and to give expression to the sacredness of every aspect of life. In his Prologue to the Rule, Benedict says he is establishing a School of the Lord’s Service. The art of deep listening is not something we master in a day.
Editor’s Note: First published in MMM Yearbook 2004
by Sr. Prisca Ovat, MMM Kenya/Nigeria 12.06.2023
“The urgent challenge to protect our common home includes a concern to bring the whole human family together to seek sustainable and integral development. Humanity still has the ability to work together in building our common home” Pope Francis: Laudato si.
This opening quote expresses Pope Francis’ appeal to humanity, awakening its consciousness toward the care of our environment. At the time when this encyclical was released, not many understood what the Pope wished to communicate, or so it seemed. However, the Laudato Si movement (LSM), which I recently joined, sprang forth to life by advocating for the care of the earth. Recently making social media rounds is the movie; THE LETTER, powerfully backed by the aforementioned movement. One clear fact from the movie is this: unless we do something radical, consumerism shall soon consume us.
It is unachievable to allude to building a better future without the perception of imminent environmental crises. There must be a conversation involving everyone where indifference and denial of the problem can be addressed. Regrettably, these efforts at curbing climate change have proven ineffective for a lack of interest and the presence of forces too powerful to oppose.
Undoubtedly, there exists an intimate relationship between the poor and the vulnerability of the planet. The poor, on the one hand, bear in their helplessness, the odds forced down on them by the powerful. And on the other, the planet awaits humanity to save it, the same humanity destroying it in its defenselessness. As a result, we get out of the planet what we put into it through air pollution, genetically modified organisms, ocean acidification, water pollution, overfishing, and deforestation; the list can go on.
The said movie has the capacity to melt an obstinate soul because it is rather too deep to be ignored. It was here that I, more than ever, received my ecological conversion and this transformation was soon adopted by our staff here at St. Mary’s Medical Center-Eldoret. As an active and certified member of the LSM, I share in the mission and vision of mobilizing communities to care for our common home and attain climate and ecological justice.
Some of the capstone projects involved the initiation of one or more activities toward this collective rescue mission. The movie was a starting point through which the staff for three consecutive days, drew reflections as they watched along. Lessons and practical ways of achieving this were shared within groups. Part of our commitment was to seek out other ways to utilize plastic bottles as opposed to the traditional method of discarding them. Practically, the making of flower vases appealed to all. With all up on deck, this beautiful craftwork emerged, they are the works of our fingers, and flowers were immediately planted. Moving forward, an awareness has been created, and a consciousness to care awakened in response to the invitation by Pope Francis whose plea to defeat the throwaway culture that is quickly becoming a norm and a celebrity cannot be neglected. Truly, unless we do something radical, consumerism shall soon consume us.
