Tuesday, August 7, 2012
One of the volunteers here, Minnie Pardillo, died Sunday morning at
12:45 AM from cerebral malaria.
From every avenue and angle - everything possible was done by everyone
involved to save her life.
Her death is surreal, shocking, horrifying, senseless.
There are no words.
Yet a thousand pages would not be enough to fully express everything I
I was the nurse primarily taking care of her.
I am professionally devastated.
Everyone here is trying to grapple with this and its ramifications in
their own way.
Don't ask us if we are okay because none of us are.
I'm not doing okay.
Not in any way, not even a little bit.
I have never felt as completely wrecked as I do right now.
I feel like all my strength, willpower, passion, love, and endurance has
been emptied onto the dirt and that I'm just sitting there staring at mud.
Myself and everyone here could use your non-judgmental love, support,
encouragement, and prayers.
Minnie was a rare individual in that she was genuine and pure in her
passion for people, and she was dedicated to serving her God no matter
the cost to herself.
She was loving and and kind and steadfast in what she believed to be her
calling - to follow her Jesus no matter where he led her - and to
unselfishly share that Jesus.
She radiated peace, joy, and love and saw people as individuals -
demonstrating in countless ways how much she cared about them personally.
She cared deeply for the Tchadian people, and they for her. She always
I would like to extend my sincere condolences to her family. Please
know that many people's lives were changed and their suffering was
lessened simply because her path merged with theirs.
If there ever was a child of God - this was one.
To quote my friend Cristin: "...she truly believed she was fulfilling
her purpose in life, and that is more than most of us ever achieve."