Letter from Nurse Cassita

To the parents of Sister Johnson and all who are concerned,

My name is Sister Cassita, I have been a nurse for 14 years and have worked in many different areas in the medical field. I read you daughters’ email and can understand why you would be concerned.  I will do my best to put your mind at ease as much as possible. 

When Sister Johnson arrived here in Kiribati she had strep-throat which she told me there had been an outbreak at the MTC. She thought she was free from it but on her plane ride over to here she was miserable. After my assessment I found that she had strep throat, fever and exhaustion from no sleep, she was in a bad way. I started her on and antibiotic Keflex per Dr. Anderson's orders.

They were to call if things didn't improve and when I would ask Sister Johnson how she was doing? the reply was always, Fine.

Then last week I was prompted by the spirit to stop by. Sister Johnson was laying in bed with a high fever. She still said that she was fine. I moved her to my flat along with her companion and had her start taking the antibiotic again. 

She does not have pneumonia that I know of but that has to be confirmed with an x-ray. Our x-ray is broken right now. She definitely has caught a nasty bug on top of the strep. I will be flying with her tomorrow morning to Suva Fiji. I will stay with her 24/7. I will keep you informed of the finding and the plan for treatment, after they do a complete assessment: blood work, labs and x-rays.

All the plans are set up in Suva for our arrival and the nurse there and mission president are made aware that we are coming. Your daughter is in good hands and we will continue to do our best. 

She is not critical at this time and we don't want her to get to that point, so that is why we feel that it is best at this time to seek better health care than what is available here.

She is in good spirits and her companion has been so wonderful to lift her spirits.

Love, Sister Cassita

Medical Nurse Specialist, Marshall Islands, Majuro Mission  

Asking for prayers...:)

Family! Wowza! 

Sorry I shot you an email about the medicine and then fell asleep..and long story short I'm here at Nurse Cassita's lovely abode and have been for the past 6 days. I'm a little sick over here! It started with the strep..remember that first week with the fevers and all? Well, it never really went away. The fevers did, but then I contracted a nasty flu bug..well..this being Tarawa...there are no medications here on the islands..hahah! They literally had an empty bottle of what I needed cause I am allergic to augmentin. Mercy. (Hahah just laugh with me cause i'm doing just fine.) Anyway. I've started again with the high fevers this week so just to be safe they are launching me to Fiji to receive some medicine/medical attention. (Nurse Cassita's worry is that I am starting to develop phemonia because my right lung is filled with fluid.) I finally got it though, this isn't about being sick...this is about going through the refiners fire, but this is the time I need to be strong cause Satan doesn't want me here. I know it. I'm famous over it, it cracks me up!!!!! It's my childhood dream! Popstar Sister White rockin' the islands. Haha! 

I don't have any good stories for you cause I've been in bed for this week...but if you family at home could say some prayers headed this way that would be much appreciated. I know you say prayers for me a lot, but more specifically that I can be healed and back out to work. I only get to email you today, so I will try to give you as much information as possible cause I know that you'll have a lot of questions. Because the planes only fly out once a week, I will fly out on Thursday accompanied with Sister Cassita. Its a four hour flight and then I will go to the hospital in Suva. I've been in a lot of pain this week, a lot of crazy symptoms, but I know the veil has been thinner than I have ever known..and when I have had my hardest and lowest moments..they have also been the most Spiritual as well. 

I really will be fine, it's a test of faith for you guys as much as it is for me. So just be happy, and think of what President Monson calls the, "eternal truths."

I will email you as much as I can, but just stay in tune with the Spirit, because He'll tell you I'm doing fine :)

love you's!

sister johnson

sj

the Sunsets...

Lizzie's e-mails came in several pieces this week so I will share parts of it:

This is a picture of one of the beautiful sunsets I get to see every night here on Tarawa.

The picture of my placque in the bulletin board by bishop's office cracked me up! (Andrew told her the islands look like printer error spots) In Kiribati they often call Tarawa, "The Point" meaning when you point to it on a map, your finger would cover it up. Hahahhaha. There is only one road on Tarawa and the senior couples refer to it as "Highway 33" because it only runs 33 miles (the length of the island). It's barely considered a road though..it's just white sand with only some remains of "asphalt." 

My perspective is really changing. To think I was "poor" in college living on a job that pays $8.00/hour, that had consistent hours...really shocks me. Most people have .90 cents to their name everyday. .30 for rice and .60 for fish. That's all they need, just .90 to make it through a day but some people still can't find work. There is nothing that needs a job here..because there's not really anything to do..there is only one bank on the island, only one internet cafe (that I know of) there is no such thing as stores, they are just little vendors along the road. 

Tomorrow I celebrate my two month mark! Wahoo! Have I really been on a mission for 60 days? WOW! 

Please, hold on to our family! Being out here makes me realize...families and the gospel...that's all we need..and that's all that's important. 

I'm so glad that you got that confirmation Dad during my setting apart about me being safe. The other night I got really scared because there is a lot of theft here because everyone is so poor...and I couldn't fall asleep cause I kept hearing noises...but then I remembered that you recieved a strong confirmation...so I said a prayer to help my faith be strong and I was able to go to bed. So thank you again, it gave me a good nights rest. (And we really have been safe. The Lord protects us, and I KNOW there are guardian angels watching over me like President Christensen promised!!). 

Send my love to everyone! Sister J 

Faith & Pillows

Dear family,

Stories for you...but if I share these experiences with you you've gotta promise me that you will be respectful of my people here in Kiribati. This email is about the financial conditions they face, so please keep in mind that they are such a happy people..with or without..and that some of them don't know any better. With that...

My first story this week is one that happened when our water pipe broke. We didn't know it broke until our sweet neighbor came and knocked on our old door. "Sisters," he said in ENGLISH, "My tithing...if you're not using the water please turn it off, that is my tithing." For some reason, that hit me straight to the heart...these people are so sweet, and what little they have they give to the church. I'm so thankful for their example to me. It makes me understand the principal of tithing so much more. I hope that I will never complain the 10% that I give to the Lord..because that 10% is all some people have here. 

Second story is when we visited a man we call Pineapple (I'm actually not sure why we call him that..) He heard that I was "not quite adjusted" to the Kiribati food so he made us wake up early to make us pancakes. They were the best pancakes I have ever had..and they weren't even real pancakes, hahaha. Sister Lavulavu commented, "Pineapple, these are so good..you could sell them and be rich!" His response is what stayed with me. He said, "I don't want to be rich, I want to be what I am." This is a family that doesn't have any of the luxuries we have at home; but I am so thankful for his wisdom is being content with what he is.

The last story for this week is one that is real tender to me.

His name is Tenti. He lives with his mother, and stepfather here on the island of Tarawa. He has no formal education, and cannot read. He is twenty one years old. We've been teaching him about the gospel and I didn't know if we were actually getting anywhere with him. He is so quiet, he barely speaks at ALL. We could have a whole 45 minute lesson and he only says a couple of sentances. Anyway, that's a little background on him. We had a lesson with him and then asked him if he needed anything. The majority of his words came from his reply, "I have no home, and my family has no money for food." -- Oh sweet family, I looked my brother in the eyes and saw poverty. My first real experience with poverty. After discussing everything we could do for him (and still following the rules in the white handbook) we decided to give him a pillow and teach him about faith. As we gave him the pillow we taught him that although he coulnd't see his home...that this pillow was his first step... just as faith we cannot always see everything..we have hope that one day we will. We told him that we would help him find a house through the efforts of our ward and do all we can...but this pillow was the first start. We taught him that every night when he lays his head on his pillow to think of Jesus Christ and how to have faith in him.

 

I love these people so much! I hope these stories helped you see a little more of the life in Tarawa..and how we all can learn from these people.

keep the faith!!

sister johnson

sj

 I love the kids here!!!

 oh this lady, her name is "Mama" and I can't begin to describe her. She really is a mama to everyone. She makes us food...yesterday I'm pretty sure we had dolphin...? 

Not quite sure over here, you never know :)

aaaaand the chapel! oh  blessed chapel!

Welcome to Kiribati

Dear Family,

Oh I just want to tell you everything about Kiribati! Well start from the beginning.

We left the Provo MTC and flew from Salt Lake to Hawaii and stayed there for the night. The next morning we got up and caught our flight to Fiji. We got to Fiji and weren't allowed to leave the country because we didn't have any work permits...long story, can't quite remember the details, but we were at the airport for a looong time:)...after we got to our hotel in Fiji it wasn't payed for, so we called the travel office because we had no money left (we had to pay for our hotel in Hawaii too). By the time we got everything settled and into our room we had 45 minutes to sleep. Our flight was at 5:00AM, so we had to be there by 2:00AM. We got on the flight..and made it to Kiribati.......

Now the Adventure starts....

The first thing that greeted me in Kiribati was the humidity. It is so humid here you can almost SEE it. Serious. I walked down the steps off of the plane and was then welcomed by all the children of the village with their faces pushed up against the fence. (The planes don't come often, so it's a big deal..and everyone wants to see who has come.) They have these huge grins on their faces and point and laugh saying, "Imatong!" (pronounced ee-meh-tong! Or white person.) It's not all the common to see a white female in Kiribati and it makes me laugh every time they say it. I get called that all day everyday! I have never been so informed of my skin color..but it is so darn funny when the little kids say it! I met my trainer, Sister Lavulavu from Hawaii and she is INCREDIBLE. What a powerful force here in Kiribati! I was then shown my new home...which is called the Pig House because there are loads of pigs next to us...and the work begun! 

A funny story I've gotta tell you. Sister Lavulavu and I were waiting at the gate for our investigator to attend church with us but after 15 minutes we decided to go inside (they didn't show). We were late so we sat in the back. (Truth: There is a total of 19 ceiling fans in the chapel). I didn't understand and of it..so my mind was kinda wondering..and all of a sudden the whole congregation turned their brown little heads towards me. I panicked..and look at Sister Lavulavu...she then whispers, "Bishop just announced you will be speaking next..." I nervously laughed...and walked up  the stand. I started it with the traditional, "Kam na non mauri moa!" (You say hello first) Then they all say mauri...but I messed it up..so everyone just started laughing...so I started laughing too..I bore a total of two sentences in Kiribati and then switched to English (If they are a member, then they speak English..) and bore my testimony. Afterward they all came up to my saying, "Ko bati n taetae n Kiribati" You are good at speaking Kiribati! Which I just laughed at...cause their are too nice to say anything else. Which brings me to the topic of the people....   

The first day I was here I learned an important lesson about Kiribati from my trainer when she said, "No one is homeless in Kiribati because everyone is." And it's true, I see how they use a piece of cardboard for a door to their house. I see how men, women, and children use the bathroom right in front of me. I see how there are no fridges because they have no food. But these people, man these people...I watched a whole village of children chase a grocery sack in the wind with all the joy and laughter in the world combined. I watch how the Stake President walks into church with flip flops because it is the very best pair of shoes that he owns. I watch as they feed the missionaries...saving the whole weeks worth of food to offer us their best..and they sit..with their hungry wife and children and watch us eat. These people...they mean so much to me. I don't quite know how to process it all...but I am experiencing so much.

And even though I shower with cockroaches (they come up the pipe when we shower), and eat raw chicken, and sit in front of the fan at the end of the day and still sweat because it is that hot...I love this place. I know this is where I belong for the next 16.5 months. There has been some hard hard times these past five days..and I know there will be more to come...but I know why I'm here so I stay.

I love this gospel so much. I love that the gospel is for everyone...rich or poor..and that the Holy Ghost continues to testify on this island as it does on the four corners of the earth. I love how pure these people are...a little population tucked away from the world, who still cooks over fires in their backyards... I love that Heavenly Father really does remember the "isles of the sea."

I am grateful that the gospel has so much to offer to a place where the people have so little.

Until next week,
Sister Johnson

PS. Here is my mailing information. To send a letter, write exactly this, it will be the same my whole mission:

Sister Johnson Service Center

Moroni High School

P.O. Box 217

Tarawa, Kiribati

If it's a package then,

Sister Johnson 

P.O. Box 1107

Majuro, MH
96960

Marshall Islands

Sure love you family! Thank you prayers & support!
sis j

 Our house! The mission couple told us before we got here, that although our houses may be different from what we are used to...it is honestly the best Kiribati has to offer.

 This is our living room/bedroom. At night we pull out two foam mattresses and sleep on that :)

Walking to an investigators house to teach about the book of mormon! wahoo!

This is our bathroom! no shower curtin..but there is water! (but only if the electricity is working. A pump pumps water out from the well outside.) 

Hello to the Islands!

Hi Family!

I'm here on the island of Kiribati. I have just five minutes to shoot you an email to tell you that I'm here safe. I have SO MUCH to write you about on Monday, my Pday, but I'll keep it brief here. WOWOWOWOWOWOW. Kiribati is nothing like I expected, but it's okay. I got strep throat the day I left the MTC so having a fever in 100% humidity and 90 degrees has challenged me, but you better believe the first day that I got to the island with a total of 45 minutes of sleep I worked my hardest. My trainer is honestly the best sister in the whole mission. She is INCREDIBLE! She has only been here for two months, but knows the language and the people just flock to her...she is honestly an answer to prayers. wow. more to come. anyway. i'm still feeling really really sick but I'm working my darn hardest. we've already taught three lessons, had THREE DINNER APPOINTMENTS, visited two inactive members, sung songs with members, went to a funeral...all in half of a day! man okay I've got to go but I'm here safe. And i love you guys.

much loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,

sister johnson

Good-bye USA!

Family! Friends! Relatives! and Strangers!

This is officially my last email from the United States of America. Goodbye civilization. I leave on Monday morning at 6:15AM and from their the adventure starts! I fly to Hawaii and then Fiji and then to Tarawa:) This week...actually past two weeks...have had some amazing, but challenging moments. In Kiribati the word for study is: kamateaikau -- which the literal translation is: to make things dead. Hahah, whoever wrote the language knew that whoever would be studying it would feel this way! Hahaha. The language continues to be a struggle, but I've got to laugh at it. Nothing translates exactly! You use imagery for everything...it's beautiful! Examples: 1. To ask if you married you say, "Do you have a balance on your canoe?" 2. The word roof is: "Turned Heaven upside down and placed on top of a house." 3. To ask if you're smart you say, "Do you have a lot of ripe coconuts on your coconut tree?" Hahaha! It makes it hard to translate things, because they just don't see the world as I do. But I love how the people view life...:)

 

My spiritual thinking of this week includes this: F-A-I-T-H.

From the moment I got to the MTC I knew that I would learn this language by faith. As I've been here for five weeks now it's interesting to see how my knowledge of faith has changed. To sum it up simply it's this.

 

1. By faith I can learn a language.

2. I need faith in myself, faith in the Savior, and faith in the Holy Ghost to share my message.

3. Faith without WORKS is dead. I've got to be putting in my full efforts.

4. It is only AFTER the trial of your faith that you will receive a witness of the miracles of Christ.

 

When I first got into the MTC I thought that I would see miracle after miracle..that I would open my mouth and it would be filled with perfect Kiribati sentences. That never happened obviously those expectations are a little unrealistic but what I have learned is that the Holy Ghost will never give me hard earned experiences; I've got to get them myself, that's why miracles on a daily basis aren't realistic. I will not be given words I do not know. Missions are meant to be hard...wanna know why? (And now we segway into my next "thinkings" of this week...) BECAUSE CONVERSION TAKES EFFORT. This week I've studied and stuidied conversion because a passage of scripture hit home in Luke 22:32 Jesus speaks, "WHEN thou art converted, strength they brethren." The definition of conversion in the Bible Dictionary is: "Denotes changing one's views, in a conscious acceptance of the will of God.....it changes the natural man into a new creature of Christ" I love this definition because it is everything that a mission has been for me. Everyday I am given oppurtunity after oppurtunity to choose between conversion and the natural man Examples include: 1. Will I get up at 6:30 or snooze a couple of times..? 2. Will I use my language study time effectivly, or will I let my mind wonder? 3. Will I love my companion, or will I choose to be irratated and frustrated at her?

 

Standing as a representative of Christ is very real, and there is a lot of pressure...but those moments when I can feel the joy that Christ would feel when the Spririt comes swoooops in and the whole room is FILLED with the Spirit....beyond description.

 

Much much many much love,

I kokoaua bwa e koaua te ekeratio aio.

 

Sister Johnson

--sj