Jacklina was admitted into the RC last week. She came to the clinic when she was 3 months old and weighed close to 11 pounds. When she came last week she was 11 months old and weighed 9 pounds 4 ounces. She had a very high fever and was sick. She lost weight and got down to 8 pounds 8 ounces. She was 11 months old and died weighing 8 pounds 6 ounces. She had just started on the medika mamba program.
Here she is alive last week.
She could not even hold her head up and she had nothing but skin and bones. Look a her little arms.
This is Sammuel. He is 5 years old and weighs 21 pounds. He has been following in the clinic since he was 15 months old. When he was 3 years old he weighed 20 pounds. So in three years he gained 1 pound.
He is 3.5 years old and weighs 13.5 pounds. He has four living siblings and has had a few siblings die of kwashiorkor and diar. He father is dead as well.
I put the bumbo seat next to him so you could see how small he is. He talks but cannot walk yet. Yes, he really is 3.5 years old and yes he does weigh 13.5 pounds.
This is Sonel. He lived with us in 2001 before we had the RC. Mom, Lori and I took care of 10 kids at a time. He weighed 36 pounds in 2001. When admitted again this past week he weighed 40 pounds and has kwashiorkor. He has a terrible case of scabies and fever. He is 15 years old.
This is Louismene. She went to Cap-Haitien this past week with around 15 other patients to get surgery provide by CURE CARIBE. She has a burn contraction under her arm. She will be staying with us for a few weeks to make she heals well.
Exciting things are happening with the funds for the medika mamba. Check out this post to see…..we together can make a difference!
I found this scripture in the wonderful, TRUE, powerful word of God. The word that we stand on and live our life by. It might not be meant for you today, but know it blessed me and is giving me strength today to press forward and keep looking towards the goal that our Father has given us to meet.
2 Corinthians 6:1-10
Staying at Our Post
1-10Companions as we are in this work with you, we beg you, please don’t squander one bit of this marvelous life God has given us. God reminds us,
I heard your call in the nick of time;
The day you needed me, I was there to help.
Well, now is the right time to listen, the day to be helped. Don’t put it off; don’t frustrate God’s work by showing up late, throwing a question mark over everything we’re doing. Our work as God’s servants gets validated—or not—in the details. People are watching us as we stay at our post, alertly, unswervingly . . . in hard times, tough times, bad times; when we’re beaten up, jailed, and mobbed; working hard, working late, working without eating; with pure heart, clear head, steady hand; in gentleness, holiness, and honest love; when we’re telling the truth, and when God’s showing his power; when we’re doing our best setting things right; when we’re praised, and when we’re blamed; slandered, and honored; true to our word, though distrusted; ignored by the world, but recognized by God; terrifically alive, though rumored to be dead; beaten within an inch of our lives, but refusing to die; immersed in tears, yet always filled with deep joy; living on handouts, yet enriching many; having nothing, having it all