Last I wrote I told you about a mother in the hospital
that had a 18 years old son that fell off a lorry and was unable to do
anything for himself.. Monday I talked with charge and she
talked with Janet but Janet was afraid if she took him home he would
die. So Denis continued for another week in the ward. She came to me Tuesday evening. She asked if I could help arrange transport for them to
go to the village. She said she hadn't eaten in 3 days and Emily her little daughter was
just
begging food from other patient families. Little Joel, the baby was
breast fed
and quite healthy looking. I gave her a bag of food I thought she would
eat and told her I could arrange transport back to the village
for her, Denis and the other 2 children. She could see he was not
going to get better and that he was rapidly failing. He started 3rd
spacing all the IV fluids, I talked to ADMIN here and they gave
permission to use the ambulance to take them home in the AM.
She came to me at 8AM Wed. and Denis had just died on the ward. The
ambulance will not transport a dead body. I called a friend with a pick
up and they agreed to transport him to the village. She, the 2 little
ones and I rode to Vurra with the lights flashing. To not have anyone accompany the family with a body is like not going to a funeral or wake. We got to her
husbands village and there was no one there. Some one came from the
neighboring village and helped unload the body into the house. She
started wailing and other people from little mud huts near, but not in
the same compound, came to be with her. The rampage driver and I washed our hands and she came to me to say thank you. I put my arms around her and hugged her hard and thought about how lucky blessed and unfair in comparison my life is. She cried and I cried and we said good bye.
May the mercies of Jesus take Denis to paradise for rest of his perpetual soul....
