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PELAGIE NEEDED BLOOD
Most days, I handle it okay when a child dies as long as I
know we did everything possible. But,
when they die in my arms, it’s just hard.
Most recently, it was 1-year old Pelagie. I sometimes wish I had walked away when I saw
her mother crying, approaching me with this very sick child. It was already 7:00
pm and I had just stopped by the hospital to get meds to another
child. But, the doctors told this woman her
child needed blood and without it, there was nothing they could do. So, I turned to Boris, one of my workers, and
asked, “Is there anything we can do?” He
responded, “I’ll give my blood.”
Of course there was no lab tech available at this hour to
take the blood, so we had to call someone to go find the emergency tech. We were informed if there were at least 5
men, he would come and do blood tests. Well,
I’ve never met this woman before and of course she had come about 15 miles by
bike alone with the child, so where were we going to find 5 men willing to give
their blood? Within 5 minutes, 2 men
were there – they had heard a child needed blood and were there to give. Fifteen minutes later a group of about 8 men
came saying they heard a child needed blood and they also were there to
give. How the word got out, I don’t
know, but I was encouraged as I’m sure was the mother.
At this point, everyone is assuming I’m responsible for this
child’s care. Knowing that a white
woman’s involvement tends to get the medical staff to DO SOMETHING, I
stayed. If I hadn’t been there, the
child would have been left to die without effort. Maybe they know best? But I have this problem/blessing of knowing
God is really BIG and He can heal children.
I believe prayer is powerful and ‘in Jesus’ name’ miracles can and do
happen. So, I stay.
By now Pelagie occasionally whimpers. As her mother hands her to me, she is like a
rag doll. Her eyes are already rolling
back; so there was anxiety in the air as we all waited patiently (or not) for
the ‘emergency’ lab tech to arrive. I
prayed like I’ve never prayed before.
That’s all I could do. Those of
you who read my story about Lucy have heard this before. I held Pelagie and prayed and rubbed her
hands and kept repeating her name as if all of this would keep her alive. The tech arrived and slowly began testing
blood while I just kept on praying. I
kept thinking there must be a reason why I happened to be there for this woman,
so surely Pelagie would live.
Well, Pelagie did not live.
After the lab tech had taken 7 blood samples, he announced that none of
them were a clean enough match and we would have to continue in the
morning. It was as if Pelagie heard
because not a minute later, she gasped and died.
I was left with this woman and this baby, surrounded by a
bunch of men I don’t know. Boris had
left before she died to get the meds that had been prescribed. Of course the mother broke down. As is typical here, the men all started
yelling at her to stop. I know just
enough of the Moret language to know they were telling her she needed to stop
crying in front of the white woman. They
kept throwing the cover over Pelagie’s face.
But her mother just kept sobbing and removing the cover. I was so thankful when Boris returned. Eventually, a couple men from the woman’s
village arrived on motos to carry her and Pelagie home for the burial which
would take place that night. As is
custom here, the men would bury Pelagie.
Her mother would not be allowed near the site.
WHY?
The honest truth is I questioned why? Why didn’t the prayers work? We were all trying so hard to save this one –
why couldn’t He? Is my faith too
small? How will I trust Him to heal the
next one when so many die? And, why do I
question, “Why?”
By the way, the child I happened to be visiting when I met
Pelagie and her mother – his name was Madi.
His grandmother had come to me asking for help about a week before. He was severely malnourished, so pitiful, and
yet, so darn cute. He died 2 days later
as did the little baby girl in the same room with him. Her mother had just asked me to pray with her
the day before. And then another, baby
Kader, died that same morning. And, finally, I cried and didn’t stop for 2
days.
Don’t worry; I’ll keep on trusting Him because I always come
back to He IS good, He IS faithful, He IS in control and I can’t imagine life
without Him! And, I’m hoping it’s safe
to be honest with all of you. I’m hoping
we all have moments of questioning our faith?
I know we’ve all been through difficult situations and prayed and didn’t
get the results we expected.
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