Saturday afternoon Reginaldo father asked me if I was going to take him down 'state hospital nearby to find a child with malaria and some complications. Reginald knows her parents because she has to marry later this month. I said ok and we went. I found the child very experienced. Reginald told me that they discovered too late complications. Pneumonia and malaria in an advanced state does not help. The situation is serious but there are chance to save it. Samson has only two years, is so small you do not know if he has the strength to bear. In another structure would be saved for sure, but state hospitals are reduced to the bone. Not even the dispensary of the sisters, which is private, can do something because it is a day hospital and have no special equipment.
A private transfer to hospital of missionaries Itigi is unthinkable. Too far and the journey is not the best 50km of track in the middle of the savannah in a pitiful state. It would only be worse. Well the only thing is hoped that respond well to treatment. Reginaldo eating breakfast this morning told me that Samson is locked in a coffin, a yard long. Tonight his heart sold. I cried. I can not get her face out of my head. I think his parents. I think in other places would have been saved. I think. I think. Other times I think ... I happened to cry in recent months. I've become much more sensitive, I cry for nothing. But I am happy because at the same time I am very hardened and accept death as a bad thing better. The pain is much strong but I live much better. I do not know how to explain. Hope you understand. End of story. I leave it to you every kind of reflection, of thought ....
Personally I am not able to write down my thoughts after what I read in the email to Seba. The pain I can not live like him. From the mother of a child of two years, I just feel overwhelmed by a devastating sadness.
If someone wants to leave a reflection or a thought for Seba could be the equivalent of a slap on the shoulder by a friend!
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