Lightening Does Strike Twice on the Same Heart

We received from terrible, devastating news on Friday afternoon. Apparently, Malot is much sicker than how it was presented to us the day before when we found out he was in the hospital. The details are very sketchy, but here's what we know, as quoted from the email we received:

"Abel, the orphanage manager, was taking Malot from one hospital to another facility where there is a specialist that could look at Malot. Apparently, Malot has had diarrhea for days and has lost so much weight that they are so worried about how extremely sick he has been. As they were leaving the first hospital Malot’s uncle (the one who brought him to the orphanage initially) showed up and was very upset at Malot’s condition. He said that he wanted to take Malot home. Abel called the police because he was afraid if the uncle took Malot, Malot may not make it. But the police really do not care about the orphanage and adoptive families or anything like that so they gave Malot to the uncle.
We really do not have much other information. We don’t know if he just wanted to take him to nurse him back to health or if he thought Malot was not going to make it and he should be with family."

Yes, you read that last part right - the uncle apparently feels he's so deathly ill that he's taking him home to die.

We've been reeling since this information was received on Friday afternoon. I can't fathom not having Malot with us. I'm furious that he's apparently THAT sick and it seems that they only tried to get him to the hospital the day before. I'm terrified that the uncle won't trust the orphanage to give him back. I'm scared that we won't be able to find the uncle to try to meet with him and explain that as much as this little boy is his nephew, he is also our son. I'm horrified that perhaps the uncle is right and Malot "isn't going to make it". I'm terrified of meeting Harry at the airport and having him tell me those words that would indicate that Malot's illness beat him and he's no longer our beautiful boy.

What is wrong with these processes and governments and people and all of this huge mess? Why do so many children die before they can get to a place with food, clean water, medicine and a momma and poppa that they don't have to share.

Some one said, 'If this doesn't work out with Malot, you can just pick another kid!" For starters, this isn't a shoe store. We're talking about families. Eternal impacting things. And for secondars, this is like having a miscarriage, but after you've loved, fed, hugged, cared for, snuggled, played and talked to them. How many miscarriages do you try before you just have to take the hint and quit doing what you're doing?

We need hope, we need peace, we need prayers.

We need Malot to survive until we get there. We need Harry to be able to find Malot's uncle and take us there. We need the gift of tongues to help us communicate with this man. We need angels to attend us. We need angels by Malot's beside to comfort him and help him heal. We need it to not be too late. We need to hang on to the way Malot led us to Jessica and the rightness the situation with the two have them as always felt.

We need our son. please, let us find him and get him to the right doctor and help him to get well.