Here are some of the beautiful faces that live just a few feet away from me, next door in our hospital.

This story is just too beautiful not to share.

Story by Catherine Clarke Murphy

Edited by Nancy Predaina

Photos by Catherine Clarke Murphy, Michelle Murrey, Debra Bell

Bernadette is a runaway.

Three weeks ago, she packed her bags, lied to her mother, and bought a one-way ticket on a train bound for the coast. She said that she would be visiting a cousin, and then she disappeared. But someone like Bernadette does not go unnoticed for long.

The tumor over Bernadette’s right eye pushed her brow to her cheekbone, blocking her vision like an eye patch. As she journeyed from her hometown to Pointe Noire, she would lift it up with her right hand so she could use both eyes to see her steps, her path, and, finally, her destination – a hospital ship.

Now in the hospital ward, Bernadette is a little cheeky, almost rebellious. At about 5’ tall, what she lacks in height she makes up for with spunk. She keeps a match tucked in her hair “in case the inside of her ear tickles” and occasionally erupts with loud, happy laughter. Some days, she jumps up and down. Since the operation, Bernadette’s right hand is free to join her left in clapping, pointing, or trying to knit with hot pink yarn. She says she wants to make a chair cushion. The little girl in the next bed watches Bernadette with shy fascination.

Bernadette had no choice but to lie to her mother, she says. When she had a tumor, no one would touch her – except her mother. People would see Bernadette coming, and then they would go the other way. Even so, if Mama Philo had known that her daughter was traveling to a hospital ship for surgery, it would have made her sick from worrying. By running away, Bernadette spared her mother from fear.

Now that her tumor is gone, Bernadette is looking forward to her future. Some day, hopefully soon, she will sell homemade peanut butter to passengers outside the very train station where her great escape began. Bernadette smiles at a thought: not having a tumor is going to be good for business, she says. In fact, she may expand to selling pastries.

The next time Bernadette buys a one-way train ticket, it will take her home. She hopes that her mother will be too happy to be angry. And if she is mad? Well, Mama Philo will have to forgive eventually, because Bernadette is old enough to make her own decisions . . . because Bernadette is 54.

On a hospital ship in Africa, there is a runaway with a bandage on her head and a match in her hair. And if you ask her, “Are you ever too old to spare your mother from worrying?” she will look at you with two eyes and say, no.

Bernadette traveled to Pointe Noire from her village in the Pool District of Congo. Since her surgery, she can see without having to use her right hand to hold up a tumor covering her eye.

Bernadette’s tumor had been growing over her eye for more than 20 years.

Bernadette enjoys knitting and making homemade peanut butter, which she intends to sell when she gets back home. While in D Ward, she worked on a chair cushion.

Since her surgery, Bernadette is able to see out of her right eye again. She thinks her new look “is going to be good for business” and will help her sell more peanut butter.

Bernadette’s mother, Mama Philo, does not know that she has come to Pointe Noire for surgery because Bernadette didn’t want to worry her. Now, she is excited to return home without a tumor and surprise Mama Philo.

Bernadette is looking better every day! Soon the swelling will go down, and she will be back in her village with Mama Philo.

This is, Vernel. These pictures tell his story better than any words ever could.



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Here are some more of our amazing patients we like to call friends, family and neighbors:

This is Ebenezer.


Ebenezer had carried that tumor for 12 years. Before his surgery he was asked if he was nervous. This was his answer.  “No, I am confident and my heart is strong because of my dream, six years ago I had a dream that I was on a ship filled with people. Now I know this is the ship I dreamed of and I have no worries.”

Dieuveil seeing himself for the first time after his cleft lip repair.

Dieuveil seeing himself for the first time after his cleft lip repair.

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One our first eye patients after surgery and the bandages being removed.
He can finally see!!




Beautiful Grace!


Emmanoel was blacking out three times a day and would awake gasping for air in the middle of the night. Neither Emmanoel or his mother, Elodie, had slept well in months. The cause: a fist-sized tumor was growing in the back of his throat that would soon cut off his airway completely. A few weeks ago, Emmanoel received a life saving surgery to remove the tumor from his throat. Now Emmanoel can run and play with lungs full of air. Finally, his mama, Elodie can sleep easy, knowing that her son will live to see tomorrow.


About lisamhart

My biggest passion and desire for my life is to simply 'help people'. There is truly nothing in this life I want more. So is what I've done to begin to accomplish this passion; I left my amazing job, I moved out of the house and into a storage unit, I said goodbye to my family and my Kevin, I packed up two bags and headed to Guinea, Africa to volunteer a year of my life to work on a free hospital ship. After a few months in Guinea, we then sailed to Congo which is where I will spend the last 5 months of time with Mercy Ships.
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1 Response to Here are some of the beautiful faces that live just a few feet away from me, next door in our hospital.

  1. evandaestes says:

    LISA! Loved this post! Love hearing your updates about all that you are apart of! Soon we will be able to swap stories!

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