This is Jeanna. She is 8 months old and weighs 9 pounds 4 ounces. When she was 2 months old she weighed 9 pounds 12 ounces. She is almost dead. Her sister, Maudeline, is in the RC this makes twice that she has been admitted (the sister). She was suffering from neglect and kwashiorkor both times. She is well and on the list to return home. Her sister on he other hand, is dying. Their mother lives less that an hours walk from the clinic. The father of the kids died last year. The mother is convinced that this is not a sickness that the doctors can heal. She is convinced that it is because the father died and now they are paying for it by being cursed. So she has been taking Jeanna too the local v–d– places to see if she can makes things right with the dead father. Craziness I tell you. I always try to look at the positive side. So at least she brought her here this morning. At least we might be able to show her a small amount of love before she dies. We can pray for her. I ended up not sending the sister of Jeanna home today. I thought, why? To pass more misery? The mom did not care what I did. She did not care at all. She will have to return someday soon, but not today. It is not that I have extra beds now no, we are full. To full by some peoples standards. But when situations likes these are shoved in your face and you can see and feel it, it is different. It is real. I cannot tell a sying child that my quote has been met and I have no room. You can always make room, believe me you can if you want to.
Since writing this morning. Jeanna died. After we gave her a bath, we notices that her fingernails were stuck in the skin of her palm. Think of when you make a fist. When we opened her hand up it was rotting. She was dying but still breathing. We put a feeding tube down and started an IV. I carried her over to the RC to place her in her bed. She was dying then. So I turned around and went back to the office. I held her for about an hour. She died and for about the first time I was glad that a child died. Then I felt terrible for thinking that. She suffered so much and did not need to suffer. Her mother should be put in jail. She neglected her child and starved her to death. She had food but did not give it to her. She did not seek medical treatment for her. She just sat there and watched her die. When it was almost the end she decided to bring her. I will soon have to return her other daughter to her. But this we all know ,she is with my mom and Jesus now and that gives me peace.
Renista is 3 1/2 years old and weighs 20 pounds. Her mother could not remember how many times she has went through a bout of kwashiorkor since birth. To many to count.
Mirlande is 5 years old and weighs 26 pounds. She is suffering from kwashiorkor, diar, fever and a cold.
Yolenste was in his house sleeping. A sheet caught on fire by an oil lamp. He was rapped in the sheet. The black stuff on his burns you ask? That would be ground up goats poop. He is staying in the RC so his burns can heal. He has a very high fever. I wonder why?
Proverbs 3:3-12 (The Message)
3-4 Don’t lose your grip on Love and Loyalty.
Tie them around your neck; carve their initials on your heart.
Earn a reputation for living well
in God’s eyes and the eyes of the people.
5-12 Trust God from the bottom of your heart;
don’t try to figure out everything on your own.
Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go;
he’s the one who will keep you on track.
Don’t assume that you know it all.
Run to God! Run from evil!
Your body will glow with health,
your very bones will vibrate with life!
Honor God with everything you own;
give him the first and the best.
Your barns will burst,
your wine vats will brim over.
But don’t, dear friend, resent God’s discipline;
don’t sulk under his loving correction.
It’s the child he loves that God corrects;
a father’s delight is behind all this