And the story continues…. After the first procedure of removing the pus, the docs proceeded to inform me that she was indeed a rather sick little girl and that it was God’s grace that we came in time. Not that she would have died on the way, but her ankle joint was septic. “Septic arthritis” they said. And that we were fortunate to get her to Tsiko before the infection moved from her joint and into her blood stream. They took some of the pus and cultured it, hoping to discover if the infection was strep or staph. And they started her on some heavy antibiotics! She was on two or three different kinds, plus pain killers. Todd and Kelly told me to bring her back at 9 pm that night (still Friday) to do the whole procedure again – suck out pus, and then irrigate the joint by putting three needles into her foot, and then basically flushing it with water. The water goes in one needle hole and comes squirting out the others. Here's Kylie's fo...
Week 2 back home has been interesting one. This is going to be a pretty long post because there is a lot to cover, so hang with me. Last Friday was Kylie's surgery date. On the morning of, we got a call from the doc's office saying that they were ahead of schedule (as if the snow wasn't enough of a clue, I knew for certain I was not in Togo when I heard the words "ahead of schedule"!). They were waiting for US! Imagine, docs waiting for patients?? We left right away for the hospital and when we got there, we registered and then were zoomed through the paper work, taking Kylie's vitals and getting ready for surgery. Here we are in the little surgical waiting room: And here we are gowned and ready to rock and roll about 3 minutes later. These guys waste no time. Before we went off to the OR, two of our pastors and my mom and my sister came in with us to pray. Above photo is our little group who stood to pray for Kylie...
This blog post has a two-fold purpose. First, it's to share with you some of the exciting events that have occurred over the last few days. Second, it's to show you the great need for a new hospital in Mango. Last Thursday, Anna felt that she was coming down with malaria. So she started some malaria drugs and rested at home. By Friday night she was very sick. Vomiting, high fever, increased heart rate, general nastiness. Emily and I decided that desperate times called for desperate measures, which meant an excursion to the Mango "hospital" on Friday night. I had never been to the Mango hospital and from the very outset, one gets the feeling that this place is pretty sketchy. The only way to find the "road" into the hospital is to follow a dark and creepy path, past some rusty old gates that make you feel like you are entering an old asylum. This is no exaggeration, my friends. And so we helped Anna into the hospital. ...
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