Please, please pray for Daniel

I have a slow internet connection, so I probably cannot post a picture today of this sweet little boy, but please keep praying for Daniel, the 8 year old I wrote about earlier, with the infected leg.

I went to see him today, and he was in a lot of pain.  Took him a lollipop, and one for his sweet, worried Mama, too.  Yesterday, I brought them each a Coke, and while they were drinking it rather slowly, it occurred to me that they might not even like it.  I can't imagine what a Coke would taste like if you weren't used to all that sweet syrupy-ness.  What a silly American I am to have brought them that for a treat!  I will probably rot his teeth out, b/c he isn't used to sugar.

Anyway, when I went to see him today, he was having the dressing changed on his leg.  He wouldn't let go of my hand, and kept looking deep into my eyes and saying, "Muganga T", "Muganga T"!! (Muganga means doctor)  

He knows I am married to Tim, so it was his way of recognizing me - he can't say  my name.  He couldn't say Tim.  Only T.  I taught him to say TIM, though, which he now proudly pronounces as "Timmy.  Tim-E".  :-)  Every word in Kinyarwandan ends with a vowel sound, so it is difficult for them to end with a consonant.

It is so hard for me to speak KinyaRwandan, it gives me a lot of appreciation and makes me very proud of anyone who can pronounce anything in English even close to correctly!  I know I butcher their language every time I open my mouth.

Anyway, after saying "Muganga Tim-E" about 100 times, he then started rattling in KinyaRwandan, and I had no idea what he was saying to me so very sincerely.  Luckily, a nurse or doctor (don't know what he was!) was there who knows a little English.  He told me he said, "Muganga Tim came all the way here to care for me (Daniel)".  I told him to please tell Daniel that Muganga Tim came b/c Jesus asked him to, b/c Jesus loves Daniel and wanted to help him.  


Daniel smiled so big when I told him that through the doctor/nurse guy, and squeezed my hand so hard!  He said, "Yego, yego, yego."  Which means yes, yes, yes.  

Tim still doesn't know if his leg will heal.  He says the chances are not good.  I don't understand all the details, but basically, he doesn't know if the bone was exposed to air for too long without a blood supply.  (Do not quote me on any of this, though I am trying hard to be medically accurate, I know I am getting it wrong.  If anyone medical out there wants the correct version, please email Tim directly, as I keep getting it wrong.  Poor Tim has explained the situation to me about 10 times.....)

He has put new muscle (he took it from elsewhere and attached it there) over the bone and closed it up with skin flaps, and so far it seems like it is "taking", but he is not sure it was done in time to provide enough blood for the bone so the bone doesn't "die".

Please pray, and ask anyone and any churches you know to pray for him, and his leg, that he can walk out of here in a couple months on both legs!

If it heals, Dad says it will take a major miracle and direct intervention from God.  To steal from Tenwek Hospital's slogan, "We treat, Jesus Heals".  That is the situation here.

Tim doesn't even know if he did the surgery correctly, as he was never trained in this nor ever saw it done by anyone - much less did he ever do anything like this himself.  And our internet was too slow for him to access any kind of medical help.  So, please, please pray for this boy.  If you could only meet him, I guarantee you'd be on your knees for him!

Thank you!  Mirakoze Chane!  That means thank you very much.....see, I am learning the language already! :-)