Sunday, 28 April 2013

Soumaila, squamous cell carcinoma

It was sad to see this sweet boy go home. If we could have figured out how to make it so he still needed treatment, we would have kept him forever. 


He is so precious. He could repeat any English sentence you told him. (I've tried several times to upload some videos of this but it won't work.) He would always run errands for us. You could ask him where someone was and he knew. He was aware of all the comings and goings of people, whether that was staff or patients.

pumping up soccer balls with a visitor, Patrick

We talked to his father when he came to pick him up to make sure he would go to school. He is so bright we  didn't want him to be healed but not get an education. The father has promised to send him and we (several from the hospital) are committed to providing whatever he will need financially to go to school.



It is always bittersweet to see these kids go. Happy for their healing but sad for the void that is left at the hospital. Yet, more kids will come and fill in those gaps and steal our hearts, even when we think there could be no others as precious as the ones that leave.

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