Alleviating a young mothers suffering

Hello, my name is Mariamou, I am from Cameroon, and I am now 27 years old. When I was 20 my baby died in childbirth, because I had no doctor or midwife to help. After being in labour for several days I was also left incontinent. Three months later my husband also died.

I used to love being around people but then many people were cruel to me and said, “Go away. You smell bad”. I was a social outcast and I thought I would live the rest of my life sad and alone. For seven long years I … Continue reading

Broken technology = Broken lives

The Biomedical Training program that Mercy Ships runs during each visit to a developing nation is an essential part of helping local hospitals to provide their patients with efficient treatment and ultimately save lives. Many of these hospitals have equipment that is broken, or in dire need of servicing, and so by training local technicians to do this work they provide a longer-term solution to the problem.

Wanting to take it even one-step further in Cameroon, Mercy … Continue reading

What’s happening with Paul?

A couple of weeks ago Francoise told us how her 3-month-old baby Paul almost died of starvation because of his cleft lip and palate (click here to read that story). Now he is doing much better but he still needs one more surgery to close his cleft palate and allow him to talk and eat normally.

The problem is that while the doctors were examining him in preparation for his last surgery, they found an infected abscess … Continue reading

Can you save my baby?

My baby Paul was born with a piece missing from his top lip. Later they told me he had a cleft lip and palate. He could not suck and most of the food and drink I put in his mouth just ran out again. For three months, I struggled to keep him alive and he then only weighed 2kg, which was even less than his birth weight! He would cry a lot, and many times I stayed up most of the night, trying to rock him to sleep.

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My name is Tresor

Hi! I’m Tresor from Cameroon and I’m 10. Most people say I am quite a happy fun loving boy but there is one thing that really gets me down. When I was three, I fell into the fire and burnt my left arm really badly. My mum took me to the doctors for 6 months, but they just did their best to stop it from getting infected, and soon I lost most of the movement in my arm.

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