sunday mornings and friday nights

It’s been a long week. I was in clinic on Thursday and Friday.  Then I worked in the hospital from Saturday morning until Sunday afternoon.  I took a short nap, then spoke at a church service on Sunday night.  I was in clinic on Monday, and again on Tuesday (yesterday.)  Today I’m heading back to the […]

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“it doesn’t go”

Every weekday morning at 6:30 a.m., patients who want a doctor’s appointment that day line up outside the hospital gate for triage. If there are four providers in the clinic, we can see 120 patients.  Some days as many as 500 patients wait in line. The director of the hospital triages them one at a […]

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on her last day on earth

It was a busy day in clinic on Thursday morning.  There were people with Hepatitis B, bone infections, corneal ulcers, uterine fibroids and malaria. I also saw a 60-year-old woman who came to clinic with her son, because she’d had constipation for the past week.  Her belly was also getting more and more distended. I examined her.  Her […]

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just to be the one

On my last day in Paris, I was walking toward Luxembourg Garden, composing a blog post in my head about how much I love Paris because I’ve been here four times and so I can navigate it easily without getting lost. And then I stopped daydreaming and realized I’d been so distracted writing a blog […]

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i’m flying to togo tonight!

After months of planning, praying, packing, getting vaccines and buying clothes appropriate for a Muslim culture, the day of departure is finally here. I’m flying to Togo tonight! I’ll land in Lome (Togo’s capital) at 1 p.m. on Tuesday, and the following day I’ll take the 9-hour cab ride north to the hospital in Mango. […]

the 4th of july

I’m staying in Paris for the weekend, before flying to Togo on Monday night. The small hotel I’m staying at here only has wifi in the lobby. I was sitting there this afternoon writing on my laptop when the hotel clerk, a 60-something-year-old man who’s shorter and thinner than me, started asking me questions about […]