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
When I was 6 years old, my dad had a rare and wonderful opportunity to pursue higher education in a different country. Leaving behind my mom and me and everything familiar to him in China, he pursued a graduate degree in Biochemistry at the University of Oklahoma in Norman, Oklahoma, USA. Even as a young… Continue reading 19 years ago my identity changed
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
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
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
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
I sat down at my clinic computer the day after I got back. "I hope I haven't forgotten how to document stuff." I said out loud. I logged in to review patient charts, and suddenly, I felt the distance of the world I had just left. "You've only been gone a week," Dan, my clinic… Continue reading Children are the future of Mathare.
4 of us have left early as the rest 15 stay for safari. As I sit here in the fancy Heathrow airport, I am inundated with reminders that I am no longer in Bondeni. This is a hard truth. Just to reminisce: Pangani, Mathare valley Medical clinic "waiting room" The kids!! Last pineapple fanta goodbye...
Today, we went to Joska to visit the boys and girls at boarding school. Joska is a Missions of Hope school many Mathare valley children leave their homes to go in pursuit of higher education. The kids with the worst home conditions get selected for boarding school. The ride was about 2 hours and the… Continue reading Visiting Joska
I was asked to write about things I did not expect to see in Kenya related to health and the clinic for the traders point blog. In summary, this week has been one of building relationships based in love for God. I did not expect that this week would not be about medicine. More than… Continue reading Observations on medicine in Kenya