Racheal Nanfuka came into Jungo Kinship Home after both of her parents died. Just a few years later Racheal started to get sick.
Here is Racheal’s story from her own perspective:
In the middle of last year, my stomach started swelling. Everyone at school thought I was pregnant and no one believed that I wasn’t, not even my teachers.
One day, the head teacher sent me to a nearby clinic to take a pregnancy test. Tears started flowing down my face when the nurse at the clinic declared me pregnant. I knew it wasn’t true, but who was I to deny it when the clinic had confirmed it?
Pastor Pauline Kamanzi seemed to be the only one who believed I wasn’t pregnant. After I was forced to leave school because of the false pregnancy Pastor Pauline suggested I move from Jungo Kinship Home to Kireka Kinship Home so I could go to the national hospital in Kampala for testing.
After a scan, an X-ray, and constant testing, another nurse declared I wasn’t pregnant. That news should’ve given me joy, but it was quickly followed by the most shocking, disappointing news my heart could ever bear. In that moment I learned my liver was failing and there was nothing the doctors could do to fix it.
“How can that be?” “Isn’t this unfair?” “I lost my parents, my home, everything and now I have a disorder that’s going to claim my life.” “This can’t be fair.”
Those were the thoughts that kept running through my mind. At one point, I even questioned the goodness of God. But later I was counselled by a friend who reveled to me that God is the only one who could help me in this pain. So I started praying to God once again. Asking Him to help me and heal me.
My stomach and feet keep swelling. Many times, I’m afraid I will go to sleep at night and not wake up in the morning, passing away in my sleep.
I don’t want to die. The thought of it scares me. I want to live. I want to be able to study and be someone in the future. I want to serve God. But now, whenever I look at my stomach and feet, I begin to lose hope. I pray every day for God to heal me or send someone my way that can treat this disease.
We believe God can work a miracle in Racheal’s life. There is a private hospital in Kampala that’s more expensive, but could give Racheal the care she needs. In order to send Racheal to this hospital we need to raise $2,000.