A month ago, I had known he was sick. I had been very clear and very stern with the extended family that he needed help. I had told them to call, to bring him over, to go to the hospital, anything. Just do something or he would die. I could see his head was already swelling and he was not happy. His walk was slow and he held his head like it hurt.
A panicked text early in the morning and I told the mom to bring him to me. She did and now I sat with her 3 year old who could no longer walk, no longer talk, and who had so many of the neurological symptoms that go with hydrocephalus, or “water on the brain”.
I couldn’t believe she had waited this long. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten to follow him up. I couldn’t believe the mother was THAT selfish to have let it get this bad.
I sat on the floor beside his crib and held his little hand through the bars. My heart so heavy. “Jesus loves you, baby,” I whispered, my eyes filling with tears. He looked at me as he had been for the past ten minutes. No sound, no response.
Could he sense my anxiety?
Where did I even start?
Where would I get him checked up?
What hospital would I take him to for a CAT scan, knowing the price difference between government and private? Knowing the difference in the quality of care between the two?
What doctor did I know that could help me?
How could we ever afford the treatment that this might require?
Would there be brain damage after a shunt was put in?
Was he already too far gone to help? He was so weak and dehydrated.
What was his future? How could I return him to his community knowing this had already happened due to neglect.
How long could this wait, knowing I was leaving for the States in two days? How would we pay for treatment knowing I was fundraising for daily expenses as it is?
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I prayed quietly for healing, for wisdom, for peace, for provision for our needs.
I felt his little hand slowly wrap around my fingers.
I know he is not my child. I know it is the neglect, selfishness and irresponsibility of his own family that has brought him to this point.
But I know Jesus loves him. And I just don’t know what to do. I know as much as I want to save him, Jesus holds his life in his hands, not I. All my trust must be in God.
Sometimes on the mission field we are faced with situations we aren’t sure how to handle. Should I have endless funding perhaps I wouldn’t seek God’s direction in every situation. And maybe that’s a good thing.
We have scheduled to see Arielle to see an American Pediatric Neurologist and then we will schedule a CAT scan. This will cost 4 to 500 dollars. We do not have the funds for this. We need to raise more monthly funds for milk and diapers as it is. But we need more information before we can decide what to do for this precious little boy.
Please pray that we will have wisdom and direction from God.