All is Well That Ends With a Well
Despite having felt like I had been in Kyangwali for weeks, we had come up on Friday, the last day of the mission. Arriving at Health Centre IV, Alex and…
My Journey Through the World of Humanitarian Medicine
Despite having felt like I had been in Kyangwali for weeks, we had come up on Friday, the last day of the mission. Arriving at Health Centre IV, Alex and…
Roosters and rain signaled another day. Sleepy heads flowed into the dining area for breakfast, and before long I found myself again in the surgical tent with an ultrasound probe…
By this time we had established our workflow, so in the morning after breakfast Alex and I, The Butterfly Boys, joined the surgical team for pre-op evaluations. In the meantime,…
Throughout the morning of scanning pre-op patients, I had scurried off to the obstetrics tent more than once, checking in to start our ultrasound teaching. At 845 they told me…
I was slow to wake on the morning of our second day. This was partially by design, as I was starting to think our departure times of 730 were wishful…
Waking up on our first day, I made haste to prep my things after breakfast. Told to expect pickup at 7, I was ready to go without a minute to…
The drive to Kyangwali was relatively uneventful, although there was a palpable buzz as we packed our bags onto our two green vans. Flooding necessitated a detour that took longer…
Well here we are. It’s been around a year since my last humanitarian project. Thinking back to who I was then, and who I am now, it’s hard to say…
A restless head woke me just before my alarm. In the black of night, with only the whistling wind as my companion, I got up from bed and fumbled around…
That Thursday morning, I woke up in my hammock suspended across the dock to the sound of pattering rain. Gloomy skies lingered overhead. Slowly the others came to life, criss-crossing…