Shakira is 10 months old and weighs 14 pounds. Her mother went away for the weekend a few months ago and decided that she did not want to breastfeed her anymore. She has a bad case of Kwashiorkor. Her feet are so tight they look like they are going to pop. Her arms and legs are full of fluids. Even her cheeks. I will try to get some pictures as she begins to lose this “water weight”
This is Judith. She stuck her hand into a pot of hot water that was sitting on the ground. Her father carried her down the mountains for many hours. Right now the farmers are planting beans, corn and other produce. It would take him a whole day to walk down to the clinic and then walk back up. He would not be able to plant his garden. He, his wife and other children would not be able to eat much in the months to come. The RC is a place where she can stay and get her dressing changes done each day, and not have to make a difficult many hour hike to the clinic. It will help her whole family because her father will be able to continue to plant his crops, and his wife will be able to sell produce.
This is Clemene. She is 14 months old. This is the first time she has had kwashiorkor she is not chubby, she is swollen with fluids. Her body is shutting down and dying. She needs a high protein balanced diet to recover.
This is Philorge. She is an older sister to Iliane. She is 5 years old and weighs 26 pounds. This is her second time with kwashiorkor.
This is Bathelmy. He is 3 years old and weighs 19 pounds.
These feet belong to Chrismond. He and his mother traveled to the clinic last week. The slept in town and got up early to get in line to get a ticket to enter into the clinic. He asked for some water and drank it and died shortly after. The staff went out to give out numbers to be seen at 6am and his mom was still standing in line with her dead son. Imagine…what a sad day. We brought them in and bathe him and got the papers and casket done. He was a bout 3 years old and was suffering from kwashiorkor.
This is Examene. She was in the RC in 2008. Her dad is the one that had his lips cut off several years ago. She is 3 years old and weighs 17 pounds. She seems in a state of shock and will not really make eye contact with anyone. She is very malnourished.
This is Loner (what a sad name). He is 5 days old and weighs 4 pounds. The black eye is birth trauma. The mother bleed to death after he was born.
“Is not the commission of our Lord still binding upon us? Can we not do more than now we are doing?” — William Carey
Some wish to live within the sound of a chapel bell; I wish to run a rescue mission within a yard of hell.” — C.T. Studd ( my mom’s favorite)