Fatoumata was the first of our Type 1 diabetics. She had been living away from her mother and had gotten so sick that all she did was cry out for her mom. The family sent her to her mom basically to die. Thankfully, her mother brought her to us and we were able to diagnose her diabetes and start her on insulin. What a difference there is from her near comatose-wasted state when she arrived...
to the fun-loving girl that she became. Fatoumata and her mother enjoyed the time they had together in the hospital.
Her mother lives far away and Brett asked that Fatoumata stay in Koutiala so that we can give her good care. She is now living with a lady who sells food outside the door. She graciously agreed to take care of Fatoumata. While at the hospital, Fatoumata heard about Jesus and decided to follow Him. She, on her own, insisted on changing her name to Elizabethi and wanted everyone to call her that.
Trying to teach an uneducated and illiterate girl how to treat her diabetes is a hard task. Simple concepts that we would take for granted would take me days to teach her. But she has learned how to give her medicine and record her urine dips. We are also working on teaching her how to read.
Here she is with another diabetic. I asked her to talk to him because he was not reading his urine strips correctly. Neat that she can now help others.
I just had to laugh at her insulin bag that she carries with her wherever she goes. She has syringes, several bottles of insulin, her comb and other hair supplies. I mean, it makes sense. Controlling diabetes is important, sure, but we cannot forget the importance of pretty hair. :)