It is 15 Years Working with Childcare Projects!

I have had the opportunity to work on childcare projects since 2007. It is 15 years now! I thank God for this life-given chance to impact and transform lives! All the projects I have worked on concern Orphans and other vulnerable children. The current project that I work with is amazing. We support child caregivers. Children who are the sole carers to their dying parents who are enrolled in #hospice care. Just like other projects that I have worked on, these children suffer a great deal of psychosocial distress. They are deprived of their childhood. They get to do things that adults should otherwise do. Fend for families, offer bedside care for sick adults, clean, think hard and wonder. They miss playing and doing other things that children do. They have to grow up fast due to the nature of the roles they play. We do our best to offer support and instill hope. Some of these boys and girls exhibit exceptional academic potential. We pay their school fees. We have some in colleges now. They will be professionals soon! I am always encouraged whenever I meet one of them that has made it through school. Full of hope and realizing their full life potential. It is always gratifying. One of the other things is that some of these children face life-threatening illnesses themselves. Some face cancer and HIV/AIDs. Our work enables them to access and continue treatment. We never have these children in foster care. No! We support these children within their communities and with help of their communities. This work is supported by generous people. Both in-country and abroad. It is amazing how many people come to help. You too can join us to support. We need a larger family of supporters. Wherever you are on the globe. Email me mark.mwesiga@pcau.org.ug or use markmwesiga@gmail.com Or WhatsApp me at +256785884505. Be one of our partners. This is charity work that has great community transformation potential. I will out to hear from you. Today is the last day of the Global Giving September 2022 Little by Little campaign! Every amount donated to parents will be matched by 50%. https://lnkd.in/dDA5FFSn #hospicecare #community #dying You could use this platform to donate. But other options are available. I will look out for your email. Thank you. Mark

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