Three weeks ago I was struggling to find basic supplies as chidren were dying of preventable diseases. I often felt as though I was working in the 1800s.
These days I work in an enormous children’s hospital. I care for girls with kidney transplants who go to school, have birthday parties, play sports and have boyfriends. I examine little boys who are recovering from extensive brain surgery that can walk and talk normally. I discharge teenagers with horrible heart disease that are still doing “normal teenage stuff”.
That is not all for the drastic changes! Many times per day, I walk past robots strolling the hallways delivering supplies to various departments. Yes, I am working side-by-side with little mechanical beings.
We’re not in Haiti anymore.
January 16, 2012 at 10:26 pm |
You have very well known and understood the plight of a concerned and devoted physician in a developing country and what does it feel to be in the US!!