Comatose.

Last Friday, a young man in his twenties was carried into the clinic by family and friends. He was in a coma and had been that way for 4 days before coming. They diagnosed him with cerebral malaria and started him on medication. No one knew for sure if he’d make it through the night, but he did. 

He stayed on a constant flow of IV fluids and quinine while his family watched him around the clock. Two days went by, but he didn’t wake up. Three days went by and still nothing.

He is the one being held up by friends.

But today he finally woke up! 

Eight days in a coma is quite the miracle for me, especially in these parts. What a tremendous blessing to watch him regain strength. Watching the family’s relief and excitement at his improvement was fun, and this evening they took him home -- weak but greatly improved.