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...
He's getting more colourful! It's happening! The support is coming in and we are so, so grateful. Grateful to those who have partnered with us and grateful to our Kind, Compassionate Father who has placed it on the hearts of people to partner with us. It's amazing! We're about 25% of the way there! Warning: Sales Pitch Ahead! If you would like to partner with us in getting houses built in Mango, please do! You can simply contact ABWE at www.abwe.ca/give. You don't have to start giving now, you can just tell them that you'd like to start once we hit the field (estimated time would be November 1st) and the ladies in the ABWE Canada office would be happy to sign you up!
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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