This morning we took the put-put into town because Kerri had to take a few kids to the clinic in Hili. Tisha was one of those kids. She has had a fever for the last few days. As we went down the bouncy road she attempted to rest her head on my back because she had no energy to keep her head up on her own. The doctor told us that she had Typhoid fever and that she would have to take an injection of antibiotics two times a day for a week. This horrified her.
Tisha was one of the first kids that I remember meeting when I got here. She is so hyper and outgoing that everyone has a special place for her in their hearts. She was the one that gave me a note everyday before class and always told me stories at nighttime when I went to her room. Every memory I have with Tisha has been of her being happy, crazy, and doing weird Tisha like things. Tonight was the first time that I have seen her in such a depressing state.
On the way back from town she sat curled up beside me with her head resting on my lap. It was rather uncomfortable since there were about 11 of us stuffed onto the tiny little put-put. I could see her face wincing in pain the whole way back from town but I could do nothing to take away the pain. After I had dinner I got a packet full of notes and pictures that Tisha had drawn for me early that day and so I decided to visit her. I sat there for about an hour while Tisha talked her head off like she normally does and I told her a few stories of my own. At one point I rested my head on her and she stopped talking and said, “you go to sleep.. I’ll wake you up when it is time for you to go tell chapel” she then proceeded to talk to me and if I even moved my head up to look at her she would take her hand and smash my head back on to her shoulder so that I could “sleep” some more.
After a while the bell rang and I did the worship for the other kids and when I got back Tisha was a completely different girl then the semi-normal Tisha I had seen a half hour earlier. She lay on her bed with her hands clutching at her stomach and her teeth chattering together, she had a fever of 103. Her face was wincing once again with pain. By now Kerri was there and she asked me if I would help give Tisha’s injection of antibiotics. I then had to restrain Tisha as she screamed her head off because she was so terrified of the needle. She was thrashing about and punching away anyone that got too close to her.
After the shot everyone left and I just sat there with my hand resting on Tisha’s back. I whispered prayers as she whined helplessly for the next half hour. I spent several hours with Tisha tonight because I know that if I were sick I would want nothing more than my mom to be there with me. If I wasn’t there for Tisha she would have been alone for the majority of tonight. Every time I got up to stretch my legs she would beg me to stay longer. I always reassured her that I would stay as long as I could because I loved her.
It pains me to know Tisha’s story and to know what her mother was like. Her mom tried to bury her alive when she was a baby. Tisha is probably the most gorgeous little girl I’ve ever seen and I can’t even imagine anyone not wanting her.
Now, I am exhausted from all the energy that I exerted in taking care of Tisha but I wouldn’t have spent my energy any other way.
I ask you all for your prayers for Tisha and others that have been getting sick around here. We need it desperately.
Thank you.
Tisha was one of the first kids that I remember meeting when I got here. She is so hyper and outgoing that everyone has a special place for her in their hearts. She was the one that gave me a note everyday before class and always told me stories at nighttime when I went to her room. Every memory I have with Tisha has been of her being happy, crazy, and doing weird Tisha like things. Tonight was the first time that I have seen her in such a depressing state.
On the way back from town she sat curled up beside me with her head resting on my lap. It was rather uncomfortable since there were about 11 of us stuffed onto the tiny little put-put. I could see her face wincing in pain the whole way back from town but I could do nothing to take away the pain. After I had dinner I got a packet full of notes and pictures that Tisha had drawn for me early that day and so I decided to visit her. I sat there for about an hour while Tisha talked her head off like she normally does and I told her a few stories of my own. At one point I rested my head on her and she stopped talking and said, “you go to sleep.. I’ll wake you up when it is time for you to go tell chapel” she then proceeded to talk to me and if I even moved my head up to look at her she would take her hand and smash my head back on to her shoulder so that I could “sleep” some more.
After a while the bell rang and I did the worship for the other kids and when I got back Tisha was a completely different girl then the semi-normal Tisha I had seen a half hour earlier. She lay on her bed with her hands clutching at her stomach and her teeth chattering together, she had a fever of 103. Her face was wincing once again with pain. By now Kerri was there and she asked me if I would help give Tisha’s injection of antibiotics. I then had to restrain Tisha as she screamed her head off because she was so terrified of the needle. She was thrashing about and punching away anyone that got too close to her.
After the shot everyone left and I just sat there with my hand resting on Tisha’s back. I whispered prayers as she whined helplessly for the next half hour. I spent several hours with Tisha tonight because I know that if I were sick I would want nothing more than my mom to be there with me. If I wasn’t there for Tisha she would have been alone for the majority of tonight. Every time I got up to stretch my legs she would beg me to stay longer. I always reassured her that I would stay as long as I could because I loved her.
It pains me to know Tisha’s story and to know what her mother was like. Her mom tried to bury her alive when she was a baby. Tisha is probably the most gorgeous little girl I’ve ever seen and I can’t even imagine anyone not wanting her.
Now, I am exhausted from all the energy that I exerted in taking care of Tisha but I wouldn’t have spent my energy any other way.
I ask you all for your prayers for Tisha and others that have been getting sick around here. We need it desperately.
Thank you.
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