My last flight into Ghana, the end of August, was the A330's last flight in there for the year. This particular trip, Dereck brought his lovely wife, Jacqui.
Jacqui and Dereck posing with the cheese board.
Yes, there is always a story.
Not only did Dereck share his wisdom of routing and communications, but he was also the ultimate tour guide. He took the crew to town to buy drums, to the Rain Forest, on the Canopy walk, and to a nice beach for lunch. The stories they told poolside, the night of their return, spoke of the wonderful time they'd had. I missed the great tour because I stayed back to work on my novel.
The night of our departure, I had been concerned because I'd gotten a couple bites. Dereck had told me not to worry, and I didn't. But I made sure to eat my the remainder of my Malaria drugs. The problem with the pilots like Dereck, who flew there every month, a continual diet of that stuff plays havoc on your liver. They are in a no win situation.
Last night I received an email that brought bad news.
Jacqui said, "Dereck got malaria and in the worst way possible. He got the worst strain and has been in critical care ICU for the past 8 days. Things are stabilizing now, but it slow and has been very traumatic for me and my kids as well as all our friends and extended family..."
My heart goes out to Dereck, Jacqui, and their sons. Jackie is blogging daily on Dereck's progress. She and her family are counting on the prayers, and energy, from everyone to help pull him through this. She needs Dereck by her side.
Please drop by her blog to keep updated.