If I’ve pushed all the right buttons, this should be posting on Thursday, September 2.
And if that is the case, then I am on my way home.
After going through what the Peace Corps doctor called the worst case of Dengue she had ever seen, and nearly dying in the process, I had a long talk with the doctor and discussed my health here in Cambodia.
The truth is, I’ve been on sick leave more than I’ve been in the classroom. I’ve had dysentery more times than anyone NOT crossing the Oregon Trail in a wooden wagon should ever have. I’ve had more respiratory infections than can be counted on both hands, and I’ve had monthly yeast infections in my intestines from the medication they give me that is supposed to keep me from getting sick.
Although I have made great advances in the language, and I have been accepted as a full member of my village and local community, and although my host family has embraced me as their own, it is time that I come home. The longer I stay here the higher the risk is that I’ll contract a lifelong disease that could prevent me from doing good works in other places.
I have loved my time here—I have grown immensely as a person and as an activist, and I am forever changed by this experience.
Thank you so much to all of you who have supported me on this journey. Your prayers and positive thoughts have carried me this far, and I am ever grateful.
Love and blessings from Cambodia,
Nikki
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