Our coworker Natalie writes on Friday, May 13, 2011:
Today was the first time I had visited Monsour. When I approached his bedside, I was amazed how tiny he is and how weak he looked. But while I stood there, he slowly lifted his small hands and shook them. It was as if he was saying, Im not giving up without a fight! This boy is stronger than he looks. I think he has his grandmothers determination.
Hope continues to be a theme of Monsours story. Today, he is stable and the doctor was optimistic about his condition. He is still breathing through a ventilator, but appears to be doing better. Monsours grandmother, always the beacon of strength and hope, was pleased to hear her grandson is doing well today.
Please continue to keep this little boy in your prayers. Even though he is doing better, he has an infection around his heart that the doctor is watching closely. There is hope that one day he and his grandmother will be able to go home, but for now he must remain. Pray that he continues to remain stable and this infection heals quickly.
For Monsour, each new day is a gift. Tomorrow holds no promises, but each day he lives continues to give hope. This small boy who has spent only days outside of a hospital has inspired me to live each day to the fullest. Since there are no guarantees about tomorrow, we should be thankful that we were given today.
.....And our friend Efrat Nakash, an Israeli photographer, writes on Tuesday, May 17, 2011 in an email to Shevet Achim:
Dear friends,
I just talked to Eyal [Efrat's son, a doctor in the pediatric department at Wolfson Hospital] who told me that Mansour is improving! Last week there was a shift in his condition, and now he is smiling and getting better. Eyal said he is very cute. Sion even considered releasing him on Thursday, but after the death of the baby today, he decided to be extra cautious and wait a few more days.
Halleluiah!
Btw, if you scroll Monsours page to April 1st report by Theresa Hafen, you will see Eyal.
Thank you for the exciting experiences you share with me!
Love,
Efrat



We wanted so much to hold him close, but were told it was far too dangerous at this stage. Chris was even wakened by a dream recently, concerned that Monsour's health was being impacted by the lack of physical touch that babies depend on so much. We stroked his face, held his hands, and sang over him, praying that God's mercy and love would sustain him.
Soon after, Monsour's ever-faithful grandmother joined us, her face showing evidence of a weary spirit. With steady gentle hands, she moistened Monsour's lips with lotion and caressed his cool skin. Day in, day out, this beautiful woman watches over her grandson, longing for any sign of hope.
In faith, we ask for Monsour's healing, that he might be wrapped in loving arms once again, healthy and whole. Meanwhile, we trust that he is being held by the Father in ways we cannot comprehend.

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