The doctor, 35-year-old Tyler DeLange, sits hunched over in a small chair made of roughly hewn wood, his long legs cramped underneath a makeshift "surgical table" of the same rudimentary craftsmanship. He's traded his sweeping, white coat and polished dress shoes for quick-dry hiking pants and boots encrusted in iron-rich, red mud. The floor is made of packed dirt; the walls, cinder blocks.
DeLange prepares for surgery nonetheless. The nearest medical clinic is an expensive, three-hour bus ride away, and the man in front of him, a Mayan with stoic eyes and a salt-and-pepper five o'clock shadow, has no money and a painful, marble-size cyst bulging from his forearm. DeLange, a lifelong member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, came to the poverty-stricken Polochic Valley of Guatemala to help just such people.
Well, that and he was hoping to find a wife.