These last few days have been the hardest. I have spent the last two days in Kampala's hospital's cancer ward with one of the most amazing little boys I have ever met. His name is Ojada, he is nine, and for the past year has been receiving treatment for bone cancer in his leg.
Lying on the cement ground outside with him yesterday, covered in ants and flies holding him as he is going through so much pain was incredibly difficult. The hospital is overcrowded and people are dying left and right. Even while we were there a child passed away and I could hear the mother screaming inside. It takes every muscle inside of me not to brake down sobbing.
Even through this, Esther, Ojada's mother who has HIV is a rock. All she said at the end of the day was this, "It is ok, no matter what happens...in the end we will all be dancing with God".
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This little post brings tears to my eyes! It must be so difficult to see such hard things, but I pray you'll remember that God still has His hand on you all. Safe travels, my dear, and keep the updates coming!
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