Diabetes

Amazonian Wednesdays 🌴

As I revisit this memory from just a few months into the pandemic, I am gripped all over again by the drama. This was July 2020:
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“Pastora, I feel like I’m dying.”

My heart leapt in alarm as I read this message several weeks ago. It was from Emilia. Emilia is a twenty-six year-old who barely survived a diabetic coma two years ago. She has two small children that she almost left behind. Their father abandoned them while she was in coma.

We found her eight months later on a missions trip in the jungle. We were upriver doing a medical outreach. She came into our makeshift clinic, pale and weak. Her glucose was at a life-threatening level. Out there in the remote rainforest villages, insulin shots are unheard of. If God had not sent us that day, she would probably have died soon after that.

We brought her back to Iquitos with us. We took care of her until she got strong enough to return home to her village – this time with a supply of insulin. The plan was that she would travel to Iquitos once a month for more insulin supplies, provided through our ministry. It was an effective plan, until… Continue reading A Rescue from the Depths of the Amazon