On Thursday evening we were asked to rescue a young man who had been involved in a car accident and fly him to the hospital in the capital, Antananarivo. Unfortunately, the time was too far advanced, and it was impossible to make the flight before nightfall.
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Many elderly people in Papua, Indonesia suffer from cataracts - an eye disease that can lead to blindness if left untreated. However, they not only suffer from the disease but also from being socially excluded.
The Hospital Mandritsara is one of the best contact points for medical emergencies in the north of the country. It is run and supported by British churches. We regularly fly missions with them to remote villages.
A while ago I flew a team to several villages in the rainforest over a three-day period. The team included a nurse and a dental specialist who were there to provide medical assistance. The last village we visited on this trip was called Ampasimadinika and was located right next to […]
It was on my heart to start a program to provide masks to the community, as the majority of the Papuan people already struggle with compromised immune systems and sickness.
On a Sunday afternoon we received a call for a medevac flight from exactly the region in the north of Madagascar where we planned our flight program on Monday morning. A man with internal bleeding needed constant blood supplies to avoid bleeding to death. But it was already too late to be back from this flight before nightfall.
Helimission coordinated a 5-day mission with various organizations to a remote area of Madagascar. A total of 10 people, including a team of three doctors, and various material had to be flown into the rainforest.
During a mission to the Bemahara region in the west of the island, we used the helicopter to help a man with bullet wounds. This region is known as “zone rouge” (the red zone) which means that travel is not recommended here.
The coronavirus is on everyone's lips in many parts of the world. The virus has also reached the end of the world.
On Saturday morning I woke up expecting a normal morning. I was getting ready to go to the beach with some friends, when dad asked me if I wanted to go on a medevac with him; I said yes.
“Merci Monsieur”, “Merci Monsieur” (thank you Sir, thank you Sir)! With tears in his eyes Armand’s father thanked me again and again. We had just arrived in Antananarivo with his 25-year-old son after a medevac flight to fetch him from a remote village. As the patient was being prepared for transport by ambulance to the hospital, I tried, with my limited grasp of the Malagasy language, to tell the father that we would be praying for his son.
Antanimbaribe is a village in the Bemaraha Region in Madagascar that we visited for the first time a few weeks ago. On our second visit, we stayed overnight. We took advantage of the darkness in the evening to do an open-air cinema, showing a film.
