faith, fellowship training, medicine, pulmonary and critical care fellowship

No one wants to talk about it

Dying in the university ICU. Only the dying come into the ICU. No one wants to hear it, but it's the truth. 40% of the patients who come into our ICU, die in our hospital. Maybe not right away, but in a few days or a few weeks later, their disease is relentless, irreversible and their organs continue to fail, beyond… Continue reading No one wants to talk about it

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faith, medicine, pulmonary and critical care fellowship

That which keeps us afloat

April is the time of the year when the additive months of psychological toil and physical stress from first year of fellowship culminates in a palpable weight. The sleepless nights of weeks of calls on end, the familiar scenarios of ushering family through tough times, and the dedication of advocating for your patient builds up to a… Continue reading That which keeps us afloat

faith, pulmonary and critical care fellowship

Winter Solstice

Today is supposed to be the shortest and darkest day of the year. From here out the days are to lengthen, sunlight slowly encroaching upon the hours monopolized by darkness. It is almost half way through the first year of my fellowship.  It's been truly sweat, tears, and some sleepless nights, but only in the best of ways.… Continue reading Winter Solstice

faith, fellowship training, medicine, pulmonary and critical care fellowship

It’s so wheezy to see, we belung together

This is a picture taken 4 months ago while we were traveling to Bwindi Impenetrable National Park in Uganda on an adventurous weekend when we decided to go track gorillas. In the distance you see the 3 peaks of Virunga volcanic mountains that define the borders of Rwanda, Democratic Republic of Congo, and Uganda.  It… Continue reading It’s so wheezy to see, we belung together

faith, medicine

Second choice for me was the best choice for me

When I matched at Indiana University 3 years ago, I was disappointed when i saw the email because it was not my first choice. Yes, there, I said it. It was actually number 2. Shocking, I know.  Not only did I not have an awesome celebratory ceremony (was my school was too cheap? too disorganized?),… Continue reading Second choice for me was the best choice for me