For being my first time out of country, I think it is fair to say that my time in Honduras was a series of sometimes comical, sometimes enjoyable and sometimes frustrating adventures.  From the very beginning, there was of course the necessity of coping with the lack of what we have considered to be basic amenities: reliable power, warm water, a convenient source of Internet, etc.  However, it was pretty quickly after arriving that I came to accept and cope with these differences.  There was something else about Honduras that took me the entire trip to understand on a more visceral level, and that is the culture of the people – la gente.

Upon first arriving to Honduras, I found that the (for lack of a better word) obsession that Americans have with safety and with avoiding risks simply did not apply in this country.  People did what they could with the resources they had in order to do what they needed to do.  For example, driving in Honduras is a present state concept, based entirely on watching and moving based on the instant of the surroundings.  The concept of traffic lanes, right of way and stop signs were not really as applicable.  This was when I learned that the ‘obsession’ over safety is actually a luxury, driven by the financially supported infrastructure of traffic police for example.

Through further observation, I found that this extends into the medical culture as well.  One statement about the concept of health particularly struck me, and still sticks with me today.  Following one of our women’s charlas over VIH/SIDA, maternal mortality, cervical cancer and family planning, I was talking to some of the women about their observations of the way people approach these issues if they should enter their lives.   The woman who helped us to organize this event told me that people who have cancer or VIH/SIDA would treat the information with little regard, and would continue to live their lives and make no attempts to prolong or save them.  I thought about this statement for long time afterward.  Why wouldn’t they try?  Does it go back to what I originally thought; is there a sense of constantly living in the moment and forgetting about the concept of what could happen (an extension of the obsession over safety)?  Or what if this all came down to the lifestyle of poverty?  Some of the people in El Porvenir cannot afford to pay six lempiras (about 30 cents) to see their doctor, so how could they possibly afford antiretroviral medication or chemotherapy?

So, this is where I realized that there is a disconnect between what we are trying to do through health education and the application of this education into women individually pursuing preventative measures or treatment.

Providing health education is the essential first step into providing these people a better and less painful life.  The next step is trying to find how to bridge the gap between having this knowledge and applying it.  Throughout our time in El Porvenir, I have felt like we have made a fairly significant difference in teaching women and children about what it means to be healthy and how to take advantage of the resources they have before them to prevent sicknesses, to maintain health and to treat their illnesses.  I have seen signs of progress – women asking to get a gynecological exam the same day we talk about cervical cancer, kids at the kinder showing us how they brush their teeth after their afternoon snack and people from neighboring areas coming to ask us to work in other areas with them because they heard we have a successful program.  Yet at the same time, I know that there is some room to extend this knowledge from being abstract into being a tangible resource.

My time in Honduras has provided me with a sense of the impact of culture on health and the role of poverty in defining this culture. Because we lived directly in the community, I have even felt to some objective degree what it means to be a member of this culture.  In following years, I hope that we can use our knowledge about the culture and about resources available in the communities with which we work to continue to improve the lives of the Honduran people through health education and awareness.  Entonces, hasta el proximo verano.

Leah Mische

 

Project HEAL…Honduras…..I’m not even sure where to begin….I joined this club because of the opportunity to do research and service with a group of my peers. I wanted to learn a little about the Latin American culture and give back to a community less fortunate. What I did, what I learned, what I joined was far greater than that.

For starters, going to Honduras was something I had wanted to do for a couple of years. I had never traveled out of the country and thought it would be “cool” to leave the states and go to Central America. After joining Project HEAL, Anna helped me believe that was an actual possibility. Her dedication to the project, her willingness to help me apply for funding, her availability throughout the entire process was impeccable. Because of her, I received grants from the Duke Global Health Department and the Center for Latin American Studies. Combined, both grants covered all the expenses associated with the five week trip I had planned.

Coming here, living here… well, let’s just say I never took the time to prepare myself for what I encountered. Charlie and Amalia, two of the founders of the organization Honduras Children, rented us housing during our stay. Although the house was pretty nice compared to other houses in El Porvenir, it still took a minute for all of us to get used to living here. When you come from a place or house or school where you have air conditioning, unlimited electricity, and frequent internet usage it’s a little challenging to learn how to live without them. Nevertheless, I think it helped us all bond a little better. It gave us a true glimpse of what life is like for the people who actually live here and gave us the chance to focus on our group goals. We were able to forge better relationships with the people with whom we came in contact as well as become so much more appreciative of our own individual situations back in the States.

What we were able to do in Honduras was amazing. We worked with two different groups of preschoolers and some adolescents to teach them various health topics such as dental health, first aid, and nutrition, among many others. But that was planned. For me, one of the best things about being down there was the unplanned things or our ability to conjure new ideas and actually bring them to light. Along with doing our health camps with those three groups we were also able to do a revised version of our camps with some of the kids at the elementary school as well as hold a session for the kids in the neighborhood. Not only did it make us feel good to be able to impact more kids, it felt great knowing that these kids actually wanted to learn. Sometimes you can make plans to teach, but your efforts will be in vain if the students don’t share the same desire to learn. Thus, seeing their curiosity and their eagerness to pick up knowledge was so rewarding.

In addition to health education we were also able to delve a little into geography and history. (Many of the kids didn’t know that Honduras was one of many countries and spoke of the United States as some far away dreamland only the wealthy were fortunate enough to tread upon.) We started off by teaching them their 7 continents along with various countries and languages spoken in each. Although they may not have picked up every little detail, I think they were given a new perception of the world that would benefit them in the long run.

Research. Well, that was very very interesting. We each had a different aspect of maternal health to some insight into which family planning methods are being used with what frequency. Then converse with health professionals in the town as well as physicians in the nearby city to discover ways to focus on and mine was family planning. My plan was to interview the women in the community and get increase their usage and eventually improve maternal health and help break the cycle of poverty.

Although I haven’t yet had time to interpret the physician/nurse surveys, what I discovered in the community surveys was…surprising. My hypothesis was that women in the town are unaware of family planning methods and view them as unimportant, so they have multiple kids at young ages which is detrimental to their own health and almost dooms them to an inescapable life of poverty. However, my hypothesis was incorrect. Most of the women I interviewed do find family planning important and do make an attempt to use contraceptives, but they do so too late. Or rather, they have families too early…Many of the women were “married” by 13 or 14 and had their first child around 15. Unfortunately, since the average woman only has up to a 5^th grade education, they either haven’t learned about family planning methods at that age or are already married and are actually trying to start a family.

It was mind blowing….here I am 20 years old interviewing women the same age who are married with 2 or 3 kids….At thirteen I was as skinny as a toothpick and my chest was about as flat as an ironing board. I can’t imagine having a child now, let alone then. At twelve I wasn’t thinking about marriage or a family, when I was eleven I still thought boys had cooties and girls had star power. It’s just crazy how much our environments impact our lives and how many people, only a three-hour flight from my home in Florida, live a life so different than the one I’m accustomed to.

Along with research and service, we were also able to do a little vacationing and enjoy ourselves on the weekends. My first weekend I went to a waterpark with some of the international volunteers in the neighboring houses (it only cost $8, isn’t that just crazy cheap?!). My second weekend most of us Project Healers went to La Cieba for their annual parade. (Although extreme heat caused us to travel to the nearby mall and watch it on the televisions). The next weekend we went to CoPan. We took a tour of the Mayan Ruins and thoroughly enjoyed the warm showers (cold showers were the norm and hot showers were a luxury most people in Honduras, including ourselves, were deprived of). My fourth weekend we went to Cayos Cochinos, which is a collection of 13 islands not far from the nearby city of La Cieba. We took a ferry ride on the ocean, went hiking, snorkeling along the beautiful coral reefs, and fishing during the sunset. My last weekend we all went out dancing at one of the most popular clubs in the city then a few us travelled to Trujillo ,one of the beach towns off the coast. Doing service and research was rewarding but the weekends were definitely a nice break.

I’ve been home in the States for a few days now and my outlook on life has changed soo much. I find myself grateful for good plumbing and the ability to flush toilet paper down the toilet. I LOVE air conditioning, although my tolerance for heat has been raised quite a bit. I try not to spend so much time watching tv or being on the internet. Being in Honduras helped me realize that by limiting my use of technology helped me allot more time to bettering the relationships I have with other people. Through this trip, I have become so much more grateful for what I have and I have made a new commitment to giving a lot more to those less fortunate.

written by: Altelisha Taylor

… Project HEAL and El Porvenir.

I’ve said a lot of goodbyes this year, and have had my fair share of “lasts” during senior year at Duke.  Yet since I’m returning to Duke for medical school in a year, those “lasts” just applied to undergrad rather than implying a finite end to my Duke experience.  I have the privilege to say “I’ll be back” to my mentors at Duke, albeit as a medical rather than undergraduate student, but I can at least prolong my last goodbye to Duke for another half decade.

For Honduras, however, and Project HEAL especially, this really is goodbye for me.  It was so much tougher to tell some of my favorite people in El Porvenir, whom I’ve grown close to in my five visits there, that this time was truly my last.  It broke my heart to have to disappoint those who eagerly asked me “Cuando vienes?” (When do you come (next)?) because surely they would expect no less than another visit from someone who has visited their town twice a year.

And yet, although having to say goodbye to El Porvenir has certainly been bittersweet, I have a certain sense of peace right now since I have faith that Project HEAL will be in good hands for future projects.  This year has by far been our most ambitious project, with multiple levels of service and research, and I’m proud of all that we’ve been able to accomplish with the Davis Projects for Peace Grant and other sources of funding at Duke.  It has made saying goodbye a bit easier to know that younger students are passionate about this type of work and hopefully will be able to continue on what I started with their own zeal, fresh energy, and creative ideas. Thanks to everyone, both the Honduras team and the students in Project HEAL, for making this project awesome during my last year as its leader.

Now, it would only be appropriate to say farewell to Honduras by sharing some of my favorite memories, from this year and past years, and to include some of our best project photos from this year.

1. All of the early morning charlas (health talks) at the local health clinic, especially the one where they used our cervical cancer poster.

For these charlas, we used rotofolios (laminated pictures & text) to communicate certain health topics to an audience of patients waiting for the doctor.  This was a much better set-up than what our group had tried to do last year in 2010 because these charlas were commissioned by the Honduran Ministry of Health and we also worked side-by-side with one of the nurses to deliver the important health information.  It was very exciting for me when I helped with a cervical cancer charla using the poster that I had created, since it was being used right away by the clinic for a health education purpose. One of the best things about these charlas was that they were daily, so that our group could be involved with health outreach even when the day had just begun.  These charlas are also completely sustainable of their own accord, and a few times the nurses had already finished the charlas before we got there (ie if we’d had issues with our housing situation and were running late, occasionally the nurses had already finished).  Thus, it was an added benefit to us to be able to help out as best we could, but the charlas would still be perfectly fine without us there – meaning that our donated materials would only augment what the clinic already had available for their charla resources – and that it’s a great project to be involved with since it’s not something temporary or unsustainable that we’ve introduced but can’t maintain.  Overall, it was a very positive experience to help with these morning charlas.

2. The energy and enthusiasm of the kids at the Kinder in El Porvenir

Although at first it’s always a bit overwhelming to go back to the Kinder, where 5 year olds learn basic info (letters, colors, shapes, songs) before going to primary school, since they are extremely energetic and a bit restless.  Yet the more I go back, and especially during our health education camp, I truly miss the kids and their energy.  I love when they cry out “Otra vez!” (one more time!) after we’ve finished teaching them a health song, and I can’t help but smile when I hear them singing the song while they’re washing their hands or walking home, or when they look right at me when they’re brushing their teeth & tongue (to show they remembered our lesson).  We didn’t spend quite as much time at the Kinder this year, but I still have some fond memories from this year and years past when we’ve spent more time with the kids.  I also love that kids that I worked with there 2 years ago still remember my name and wave to me as I walk by them in their primary school uniforms in the street.  It’s been great to see some of those kids progress to bigger and better things in the past 2 years.

3. Advertising for our afternoon charla with the colegio (high school) students

Epitomizing the friendly, good-natured spirit of Hondurans, the colegio students were nice enough to help us advertise for our afternoon charla while we were walking from house to house letting people know that they would receive pesticides to kill mosquitos on the following day.  I hadn’t even asked the students to help us, but they were generous enough to jump right in and help us tell people about our women’s health charla that would take place the following week (it was scheduled to take place today & will hopefully go well!).  The students were very friendly as well and included us in their efforts, and even tried to invite us to a soccer game (but then the soccer ball had a hole in it, so it didn’t work out, unfortunately).  It’s good to know that the younger generation of Honduran students have carried on the same friendly, giving, and just plain nice qualities that many of their parents have shown us as well in all my volunteering in El Porvenir.

Which brings me to a more personal reflection, but a lovely memory nonetheless…

On my last day in El Porvenir, I arrived late on Thursday evening at our neighbor Marta’s house, having brought her my leftover bug spray and several pesticide bags for mosquitos.  The previous two nights, she had invited me to play their keyboard and to sing some Christmas tunes in both Spanish and English.  I had enjoyed my time with her, and was delighted that her whole family gathered around to hear my simple and limited repertoire of songs on the piano.  She had quietly made some statements about mosquitos and told me that she didn’t have any “repelente” (bug repellent) so I offered to bring her mine on the next day.  Since I arrived late on Thursday evening, Marta was already at church, so I took the repellent and pesticide over to her at the church and decided to stay through the service.  It’s quite interesting – I’m not sure if this is true in every town in Honduras or just in El Porvenir – but the church services are every night.  It’s quite fitting for a community that values family, religion, and community much more than individual gain or power.  The church service itself was quite special ~ Marta announced to the congregation that I was leaving the next day, and the whole community gathered around me to give me a farewell blessing.  I’ve never had quite an experience like that, and perhaps never will again, since it was quite moving.  Each member shook hands with me and wished me the very best, first in broken English, and then when they realized I spoke Spanish, in full, emotional Spanish frases.  Perhaps the most meaningful for me was walking Marta back to her house, during which she held onto my elbow, as if I were her own kin.  This reminded me of fond memories of guiding my Grandma around supermarkets and other errands, for which she held onto my elbow in much the same way.  Just as the world can be a small place sometimes, it’s possible to find kindred souls in every corner of the world, and to be reminded of times past.

For every ending, there is a beginning of something new, and although my time with Project HEAL and El Porvenir is now over, I’m proud of the sustainable projects I’ve been able to lead over the past 3 years, and I look forward to hearing about our club’s future work in Honduras.  I’m sure eventually I’ll find a way (whether in med school or later in life) to make my way back to Honduras, perhaps even El Porvenir, to contribute in much more concrete ways to its health system.  Until then, it’s off to England for me, then back to Duke to embark on my medical career.

Farewell, Honduras, y siempre recordaré de mi tiempo allí… (I’ll always remember my time there…)

~Anna

3 Macaws on my arms at Macaw Mountain Bird Reserve in Copan, Honduras

Several kids at the Kinder in El Porvenir coloring the healthy foods on a nutrition coloring page

“Nutrient Superheroes” during our health camp at the Kinder in El Porvenir

Afternoon women’s health charla (health talk) with nurses in El Porvenir

Early morning charla (health talk) at the El Porvenir clinic – topic: Tuberculosis

Me standing at the municipal center with our Malaria & Dengue poster that is nailed to the building

I’ll admit that I miss the dripping heat. I long for the ambling cattle and the misty mountains all around me. My souvenir mosquito bites itch more here in the States. No more Latin American men cooing their suave “chinita’s” or “kon’nichiwa’s” as we walk down the dusty roads. Never again will I share my cold showers with two spiders and the resident black mouse. All this, yet I want to go back.

It will be a long time coming before I rise again with the morning sun at 5am and find myself lying on a makeshift bed. The night before, I throw my white bedsheet over an olive green couch that smells deeply of layers of international sweat. Half an hour later, Bo is up, the couch is remade, and I refill the supply of paper towels that we have been using because no one has walked to Señor Funez’s store to buy a roll of Scott toilet paper. It makes no difference since you can’t throw paper in the toilets, anyways.

I brush my teeth in the kitchen sink and put my hair up in a bun before the humidity hits. Silently, Bo and I move through our proper morning rituals until the opening of the fridge signals it is almost time to say good morning. I ate my way through a box of Grape Nuts cereal and many breads those early hours. Bo began his days with Corn Flakes and baleadas, a universal Honduran tortilla snack.

It was nice to eat outside in the cooler light of dawn, but kitten Nigel always implored us for breakfast with his pitiful mews. Now he is strong enough to jump onto the patio table and hammock, and tries his best to claw his way past the wooden doorstop to get inside. He is not house-trained so we vigilantly trail him out from under the beds with cat food. I pitied him enough to give him the rest of the milk that had begun turning into yogurt in our fridge. Bo and I wished his pamperer Anna would take him back with her to London.

At a quarter to 7, we lock the front gate and set off down the road toward the Centro de Salud. Every morning, Bo goes to the clinic with a few of us to help the nurses with their daily charlas, brief talks about health issues with the women who are waiting for the doctors to begin their work. We stand in front of the women with a flipchart and do our best to teach them in Spanish about the importance of early prevention and seeking medical treatment for a slew of diseases. The nurses announce the topic of the day, from cervical cancer or family planning to tuberculosis or VIH/SIDA. I am always surprised and ingratiated by how many of the women choose to listen and ask questions in true concern.

After the charla, we walk back to the volunteer house to escape the coming heat. Inevitably, it has already begun to choke the main room, so we refill our water bottles and go straight to Nick’s in hope of a cool fan breeze and unreliable Internet connection. It’s a nice place to sit at a wooden table and forget about the sweltering sun, and we stay to check our email and upload photos to facebook. The Internet is even fast enough to Skype call, but it goes out as often as the power does in El Porvenir.

An hour or so later, everyone heads over to the Kinder to help the other volunteers with their daily lessons for the kids. I favor Yordi and Angel, two best buddies who strutted up to shake my hand on my first time there. Yordi is the class president and he’ll even give orders for the others to follow. The kids really like taking pictures, coloring, singing songs, playing outside, and eating their snacks. We usually give them Corn Flakes and milk, and beans with rice if Amalia cooks them. I think I’ll miss them soon.

Our work at the Kinder is done by 11:30am so we walk the long walk back home under the beating Honduran sun. I hate the part of the road that runs by a farm and smells of bovine landmines because the livestock cross there daily. By the time we get to the volunteer house, we are hungry and again the fridge opens. I’m not a fan of communal fridges but at least I have food. My lunches are spontaneous conglomerations of Latin American staples such as tortillas and anything else that requires minimal cooking. Bo scarfs down a few more baleadas at the very least.

I save the full-on stovetop work for dinner, or in times of boredom, which settles in around 3 or 4pm in the afternoons. I like to start my cooking when the house is empty, so I can have the kitchen to myself and the radio keeping me company with Americanized pop music, the top Honduran hits. I somehow forget the stifling heat only when I’m cooking, for then the intensity of being a chef eclipses all else. I pay attention to the details, slicing ingredients to the same sizes and shapes so they cook together, waiting for the oil to pop and sizzle before adding garlic so it won’t burn. In my love of good comida, I am my own critic as I cook for one.

Sometimes Bo and I will take our dinners out on the patio, if the power is not out and the gatito doesn’t bother us. Nigel doesn’t seem to appreciate the scraps we do toss, so we’ve taken to ignoring his pleas. After a long day, it feels good to unwind with a meal and the evening breeze as I swing in the hammock and watch the sunset. The bugs don’t come out just yet, and there is nothing to think about except what to do after cleaning the dishes. Time can go as fast or slow as you wish in Honduras, as there are always random chores that can be put off to tomorrow, for nothing is ever truly urgent. It’s almost like playing a piece in tempo rubato, for we can freely stretch and speed up the passing of time. In Honduras, nothing is ever certain, so we live day to day with a “wait and see” attitude. Vamos a ver. No more, no less.

Honduras is certainly not for the faint of heart. It is a place where free spirited youth can come and kindle the fuego in their eyes. It is untamed and fierce, teeming with the raw grittiness of Latin America. To me, Honduras is a worthwhile place to stoke your soul, donde ¡es la vida!

-Jean Gan

Only one week has passed and already I feel right at home again.  This is my 5th time in El Porvenir, and 6th time in Honduras overall.  Each time I pick up on different things here, and learn new things about myself as well.  It always starts off as a bit of a shock for me, having to abruptly shed my Type-A traits of efficiency, timeliness, and scrupulous cleanliness to become more sponge-like to absorb all the new changes in the town (for there are many) and also to be flexible enough to adapt to changes, obstacles, power outages, and unanticipated surprises (regrettably, sometimes in the form of crawling, flying insects).  We’ve had our challenges – at least 5 power outages since I’ve arrived, and a few cockroaches and a scorpion – yet this project brings such satisfaction and a feeling that what we’re doing truly makes a difference in people’s lives here that I’m willing to bear the challenges.  It’s almost rather amusing at times that everything here truly is an adventure ~ whether we’re running off to Funez’s grocery store to buy rice before the sun fully sets during a power outage, or disassembling the water pump to re-engineer a better solution (I guess Pratt Engineering at Duke taught me something because I fixed it…), or taking an hour long bus ride with a plethora of stops to save a tiny bit of money (just 20 Lempira or so – just over a dollar and probably not worth the hassle in the end).  Today and yesterday, however, we’ve made a lot of progress on our primary tasks here – doing our health education camps with kids at the Kinder, doing “charlas” or health chats in collaboration with the clinic nurses for women in the community (focusing on sexual health topics, mostly), and delivering health materials to empower the local clinic to address women’s health needs, which we accomplished today.  I am so glad I could come back here and really help coordinate this project, not just to help those whom we promised we would on an assessment trip in March, but also to learn so much more about villagers’ lives here, and to truly experience the ups and downs of life in the developing world.  I understand just why I appreciate and should be grateful for the comforts at home because we are privileged enough to enjoy comfortable lives, and now from a public health perspective I also understand how infections and other types of diseases are so much better prevented with better conditions.  I still have a long journey to take on my way to becoming a doctor, and I have yet to fully understand how my passion for public health and my curiosity and background in cancer medicine can merge into a coherent, successful career in the future.  I long to return to the developing world, perhaps Honduras or another Latin American country, in the future with my own medical team to truly do more good work here and offer more than I can now as a college graduate.  To my friends in Honduras, gracias por todo (thanks for everything) and I’ll miss you next year.  I’m excited to spend another week here and hopefully carry out everything we have spent this past year planning to do.  Que le vaya bien, Hondurenos.

~Anna

The project has been moving smoothly since my arrival on May 10th; though I expected difficulties in being able to get our summer project running, members of the El Porvenir community have been extremely receptive in helping to achieve mutual goals. One of our more consistent projects has been helping out with the brief health discussions (charlas) that the local clinic offers to its patients. Every morning before the nurses and doctor begin seeing patients, the clinic discusses topics as varied as cervical cancer, tuberculosis, and family planning. Our group has gotten up to help with these presentations each day this week, all of which start around 6:45 AM. The patients we present to are often quite attentive, which I find surprising given how we’re just college students that aren’t completely fluent in Spanish. The nurses provide a lot of supplemental information and are very vocal in reinforcing key concepts, such as getting gynecological exams to prevent the development of advanced cervical cancer.

I was also able to meet with Maresa (the chair of women’s empowerment in la municipalidad) to begin setting up charlas on women’s health; with her help, we were able to hold our first charla today (5/19). Our group (me, Altelisha, Jean, and Jenny) put a lot of effort into planning it and making sure that the session would proceed smoothly. We borrowed presentation booklets from the clinic that described cervical cancer, family planning, and HIV/AIDS, many with extremely detailed and graphic pictures. We were also able to conduct pre/post assessments, hopefully seeing if we made a difference with the charlas. One item we noticed this afternoon was that the women we interviewed were already very familiar with HIV prevention and family planning methods but were unfamiliar with HPV’s role in cervical cancer; hopefully more surveys will see if this is a common trend.

Otherwise, I’ve been helping with purchasing medical supplies for the clinic with our Projects for Peace funding. One of our priorities was to buy an autoclave for the clinic to sterilize their equipment; their current one is starting to show its age. Thankfully, I was able to find a medical supply store in La Ceiba within two days of arrival; the clinic should hopefully be getting it soon.

Future events in our project: helping out with Senor Funez’s health campaign (on malaria, dengue, and cholera) and starting health education camps in the Kinder and local elementary schools.

- Bo Sun

Hey everyone,

Make sure to stay in touch with us as we complete our health education/research/women’s health initiative this summer. We will be doing health education with children and adults, similar to previous years, and will also have a full-fledged research project this year. In addition, we will coordinate women’s health discussions in El Porvenir and will also donate quite a few medical supplies to the local clinic so that it can best serve women and their particular health needs. Stay posted on this blog for updates from each of our 8 participants, as well as photos, reflections, and other information.

Since we don’t have many posts yet, please check out our approved proposal to the Davis Projects for Peace organization: http://www.davisprojectsforpeace.org/projects/2011/node/1632
We received an awesome grant this year to support our efforts, and give our thanks to the Davis Foundation as well as to the various funding departments at Duke University.

Take care,
Anna

Project HEAL Founder
Duke University Class of 2011