In November, late in the afternoon, Edith was laughing loudly, and during the torrential rains shower, the banner was sitting with two old members of her team. In the mud’s yard, you see young employees through daily aerobics routine.
The seven-year-old Diego with cerebral palsy is shining with enthusiastic pop music across the compound made of three single-and-floor buildings, while the therapy ramps a concrete ramp in the direction of the therapy room. His wrist faded, he was slowly queuing up until Adhit got him spotted.
“Diego, my son!” 49 -year -old calls with older big smiles.
She runs to him, when she is billing her loose dress, when she scoop him and swings her quickly to her hips. He gives her a higher five, and the two laugh at the workout.
Edith and her staff and orphanage children seem to be in a very large family due to the warmth and affection of the children.
Edith his own journey as a right to disability in Uganda began in 2000 from the birth of her first child’s derick in Jinja.
When the derick was two days, he became yellow and cried too much. So Edith and her husband Richard took him to a hospital where he was misinterpreted with malaria. For two weeks, their child had to endure the offensive, and after seeing the other doctor, he found complications on the edge of his back after a meningitis agreement.
“When he did three months, when I realized that my son did not grow as a normal child. His head was low. He had a curved spine. He was very popular,” Edith remembers sitting in her office. Its walls have been adorned with appreciation and quality certificates, and President Yarveeri Mesaveni’s portrait is hanged above the door.
When she was watching a window on the playground filled by the kids, Edith remembers how she and Richard pushed to find out about her child’s status, and their friends and family were scared of them and derick.
“We started coming to the hospital, inside and out. And this is where the community rejected me,” she says.
“It was so,” she gave birth to a demon-breaking child. “
Historically, and to date, the government has not been promoted by schools or local clinics, which runs the government for the disabled, which has adopted traditional treatment by people of many ages. Without a diagnosis and helpless feeling, Edith victimized social pressure and took his son to the traditional treatment.
“I tried to take him to different magicians doctors. They were cutting them all in the body, their herbs were smelling him, the blood of the chicken, the blood of the goat was washed. They could take us at night to shower with the chicken blood, yet, the derick did not change,” she remembered. “They were just deteriorating.”
But then an old couple in her church encouraged her to return to the hospital and supported her family. So he returned to the hospital with Edith Derric. After 12 months, he was diagnosed with permanent disability. The prolonged treatment of meningitis caused severe damage to the brain and the cerebral palsy disables it unrealistic and lifetime of walking or feeding.
