Gil was admitted to PGH (Philippine General Hospital) where the burn unit was closed. Last week there was an outbreak of a drug-resistant bacteria and the ward was closed and fumigated. The burn victims were placed in other areas of the hospital. The doctors were not going to admit him but we fought and begged… they relented and after 15 hours in a wheelchair in the ER, we were given an actual bed in the Trauma unit among stab victims and other very serious injuries…
He screams and screams… the nurses non-chalantly put wet compresses with betadine… and slowly they tear away the scabbing and dead tissue… all the while tears stream down his little face as he screams. The nurses are not laughing and joking any more… and the mother holds his hand, her own cheeks soaked with tears.
The infection is so deep and so bad that they cannot debride- the operation will have to wait for at least a week, the doctors say. The infecti on… why did they discharge him, they ask. We wonder too. It was as though the other hospital had given a death.
The boys are mobilized. Every 8 hours a different one makes the hour long trip to the hospital to help “bantay” , or guard. Hospitals are always short staffed so
someone else must monitor the IV bag and the other needs of the patient. We must take food and water and a fan because there are so many mosquitos.
He isn’t eating much and he sobs if his mother leaves the room… he keeps his little leg bent close to his body…
Evan and I both knew he would die there… we moved quickly… but now, the bills. The cost of rehabilitation… just of saving his life is so great. We are a small
organization with hardly enough funds to operate our day to day needs… it shouldn’t be about money… but what is he dies after all the operations and
medicine anyhow? Should we have done what we believed to be right? How can we decide how much life is worth? Why should it even be a question of cost?I have phoned my mom…choking on my words… when I heard the child was in Escopa with no care, I had to react.
That was yesterday…
This morning, the nurse came to clean the wounds… he screamed. He refused to let go of his blanket that covered his little body. The pain of the burned flesh is enough but the cleaning is absolutely excruciating.
There is great news! His infection is improved greatly. In fact, some of the skin is PINK! The doctor is pleased… the plastic surgeon is scheduled for this morning… Gil asks for more food…he is hungry.
We have found out that the father is not in Escopa… no is taking care of the other 4 children… we have mobilized some boys to go and check on them. We may have to take them in for the time being. The other simply cannot leave the hospital.
Nico is one of our DAVID boys. Gil is his younger brother so we are close to this little family. They are a second family… the father has another family somewhere else and he only comes home once in a while. Food is scarce at the best of times and support is virtually non-existent.
As I type, Nico arrives with the 4-year-old. He was left athome with no one to watch him. The older 3 went to school and the father went to work. We will make a bed for him… the other five children watch wide-eyed as another one is added to our play room…
GOD is moving. I have had 10 emails from people who are praying and churches who are fasting and believing for a miracle for this little boy and his family. If you have ever doubted in God’s reality or His healing power, I am witnessing it even today. The road ahead is long and we don’t know the details yet… I will meet the doctor Sunday morning at 9am to discuss Gil’s case and prognosis. Plastic surgery… debridement… long term hospitalization… I don’t know. I only know that he is going to live. He is going to live.
We received a phone call. A church in Texas will give $300 for the first debridement. There have been a few other emails that have stated people will send donations. It is costing per day to have him in the hospital. The doctor normally charges 90,000 per operation
but is giving us a discount.