Lydia Phillips

>For all I know, there’s more I don’t. (Oh, the little I have learned!)

In Uncategorized on June 6, 2010 at 9:51 am


Today was my very first house visit.

Meet Mohammed. 2 years old, dying from heart disease.

At 9 kg, Mohammad hasn’t gained weight in over a year. His parents can’t afford the surgery necessary to save their son’s life.

Today we went to talk with his parents about Mohammed’s health and their finances. Through miscommunications, they’ve lost the $6,000 loan they thought they had secured for his surgery.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever been in a room with someone who was literally dying. I never expected the first time to be a 2-year-old Iraqi boy.

Kurds are huge on hospitality. Before we left they gave us plates of grapes and cucumbers. Its humbling to receive so much from people who have so little.
Its hard to know how to respond to little Mohammed. In my own life I would say “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure it’ll all work out.” and be completely confident in my insurance company, parent’s wallet, extended family’s gifts, and a strong network of prayer. So I’m inclined to think that any situation, no matter how destitute, will eventually be made right. It’s hard to fully grasp that that is completely not the case for this little boy and his parents. They’re relying heavily on PLC right now to take their son to surgery, to save his life. But even that might not be enough. His medicine has become more complicated (mostly because he refuses to take it, I guess 2-year-olds are the same everywhere) and their money has nearly run out. This family has no “fall back” plan, no money set aside for emergencies.
Today was a significant day in my Iraqi-living learning curve. For a couple of reasons that all center around my personal reactions to gender-specific dress codes and expectations in this culture. For the first time since I’ve been here, I was genuinely angered by a new standard that would forever forward be expected of me. I’ve been stewing about double standards and inequality all evening….but I can’t anymore.
So pray for Mohammed. Pray for his parents and their financial stability (or capability). Because I know a lot of 2-year-olds, but now I know one more. And so do you.

So pray for this one.
  1. >Thanks, Lydia, for letting us know about Mohammed. I'll be praying for him.


  3. >I prayed for Mohammed today; I prayed that he would receive the funding necessary for the surgery he needs.

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