What a turbulent week: the thoughts of Ghane and her sufferings really get to us, I have no appetite, and I alter between keeping my hopes up and feeling devastated about this seemingly impossible task in front of us.
But reading is good: reading about (untreated) hydrocephalus and the root causes if congenital, reading about shunt- and Endoscopic Third Ventriculostomy-operations, reading about medical treatment in developing countries, about bed charges at Nepalese hospitals and possible treatments available in Kathmandu - it all adds to the picture and gives us hope, at the same time as it keeps us realistic.
Will we be able to help? Can she be saved? And what happens after?
Christian is amazing, he has had a lot going on at work, but he fully supports me and calls me his own little Florence Nightingale... We talk a lot about what needs to be done, and possible consequences. It is hard and enlightning at the same time. Our family will somehow never be the same again, we both know this already now, but it's ok.
Are we acting crazy here? After all, we have a perfectly healthy child of our own - how can I leave Sebastian behind even for the shortest trip, to try and take care of a completely unknown, very sick little girl at the other side of the planet, whom we're not even sure we can help? We just can't sit back now that the decision to "do something" has been made, and that's all there really is to it.
The world is such a weird place.
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