It has been a hard couple of days.
Sometimes I love life in Tanzania and I feel the work we do at Forever Angels is so wonderful....and other days I feel we are so insignificant and feel like the work we do is such a small drop in a huge ocean.....
Sometimes living here can leave you feeling drained and helpless....
Last Friday around 3pm, a man named Paulo came to my gate. He told me that his wife had died 2 weeks ago and his 9 month old son was severely ill with dehyration / diaoreah. He had taken his son (Samwel) to hospital but they said he had Malaria and would be fine. Paulo was begging me to help his baby. I did not meet baby Samwel on Friday and now I wish I had....
I am not able to just 'take' children into Forever Angels - they have to be referred by Social Welfare. I advised Paulo on Friday to go very quickly to Social Welfare to ask for help (it closes around 4pm) and told him what documentation they would require from him to prove his story was true. I also gave him some ORS solution for Samwel and told him to come back if Social Welfare would not help him.
I did not hear from him over the weekend. How I wish I had.
On Monday morning I told Social Welfare about Paulo and Samwel and was informed that 'the orphanages are all full and we can not help him'. Social Welfare had advised Paulo to take his baby to hospital if he was sick. He did this straight away, (again) and was sent away again by a Doctor telling him his baby was fine and to feed him.
Paulo came straight back to me on Monday and this time he brought his son with him. People bring babies to my gate all the time and ask me for help - but without Social Welfare permission there is little we can do apart from offer short term monetary support. But I took one look at baby Samwel and knew I had to help this little boy.
He was 9 months old but weighed probably no more than 3.5kg. He was severely dehydrated, leghargic and his little eyes were rolling back in his head. I took one look at this little baby and knew that if I did not help him now - he would certainly die. I took him and Paulo straight into the Baby Home and did some simple blood tests (since the Doctors had done nothing) and discovered that Samwel had Malaria, HIV and severely low Hb. But all these things are treatable. Then I undressed him and saw how severely dehydrated he was. I knew instantly that this little boy would die if he was not on a drip immediately so we took Samwel and Paulo to another hospital, demanded admission and got finally got Samwel on IV fluids.
But I guess, even then, I knew it was too late for this little boy?
This morning at 11.45am, Paulo came to my gate again. He told me that Samwel had died this morning at 11.00am and he came to ask me if he could pay me back monthly for Samwel's medical costs as he didn't have any money right now. I obviously told him this was not necessary and asked when Samwels funeral would be.
Paulo told me that he had no money to bury Samwel as he used all of his savings a fortnight before to bury his wife and they had not eaten since then because they could not afford to buy food.
Not only had this man watched his wife and baby die in just a matter of 2 weeks - but he also could not afford to pay for his own son's funeral?
When people here say they have no money - they literally mean none. Not one pound. Not one pence. Not some spare change in a purse or savings in a bank - not even a coin down the side of a sofa....they mean nothing. And they also have no means of getting any until the next pay day (if they are lucky enough to have work).
I hear stories like this every day....but baby Samwel broke my heart today. When I saw Samwel on Monday - he reminded me SO much of the day I met Haji. But we were 'allowed' to help Haji and we got to him just in time....and thankfully, we helped to save his life.
How I wish I had seen baby Samwel on Friday - maybe it would have been just enough time to save this little baby?
How I wish life was not so unfair....that babies did not have to die from simple diaoreah?
How I wish that medical services here could diagnose and treat simple ailments reliably?
How I wish that people like Paulo did not have to cope with losing his wife and child in a matter of just two weeks?
How I wish that I could just do more?
Baby Samwel need not have died. Despite the Doctors telling Paulo that his baby died from AIDS - he didn't. Samwel died from simple diaoreah. That should never ever happen ..... and yet according to UNICEF - in 2007, 23,900 children in Tanzania, under the age of 5 years died from Diaoreah! And in Tanzania, Diarrhoea claims more under-five children than AIDS, Malaria and Measles combined.
Today was a sad day. But tomorrow and tommorrow's tommorrow is going to be just as sad as more and more babies die from a wholly preventable and easy to treat illness.
As I said at the beginning of this entry - sometimes I
love life here. Sometimes you really
can help and I know that Forever Angels
has saved many lives and brought happiness and a future to so many children.....but some days, and today was one of them....living here makes me feel
so helpless and makes me realise that what we do is just the tiniest drop in an ocean of gross pain, suffering and total unfairness?
Rest in peace baby Samwel.