• malaria

    DDT to end Malaria

    In August of 2014 I went to Liberia where I spent six weeks working at the SDA Cooper Hospital in the heart Monrovia. It was the height of the Ebola epidemic, which was getting huge press around the world. Our hospital’s goal, however, was not to treat Ebola patients, but

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    I don’t know why I wake up crying, it seems to be my habit of late. But then again, it’s not that surprising as everyday I’m seeing such suffering and death. I feel sorry for Andrew, our family practice resident.  He hasn’t seen much death before and he’s taking it

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    24 HOURS

    I’ve just got into bed when the familiar clap-clap comes at the door. It’s Josephine. “Doc, the general hospital has referred another patient with anemia.They say they’ve tried to find the IV but can’t so they sent him to us.” This is starting to get to be a chronic story:

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    I’m deep in the belly when the catastrophe starts.  I’ve already starteddissecting the descending colon off the grossly enlarged and inflamed leftkidney when suddenly I can’t see anything.  The man’s stomach comes popping outof the abdominal wound and his abs tense up so that all the rest of theintestines and

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    I’m just sickened. I’m wracking my brain trying to see why I didn’t see it sooner.  Hindsight is 20/20. Yesterday, Dr. Roger comes up to me after staff worship. “You should come see bed 11. Last night at nine, they called me and he had a wound that erupted in

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    Early Saturday, I find myself driving my Vanagon up and down the rolling hillsjust northeast of Moundou.  Everything has transformed itself from desert brownto jungle green.  Patches of red earth show out between the lush tropicalvegetation.  The air is cool.  The sky is blue and dotted with puffy whiteclouds. As

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    September 9, 2013 at 8:09pm The day starts off good enough.  I only woke up drenched in sweat a coupletimes.  Must mean my malaria is getting better.  The weekend I was out flat withchills and fevers and the lovely taste of Quinine.  But this morning, I feelgood.  The call to

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    It all starts out simply enough. A tall Muslim who came in yesterday with a lower leg fracture we bring to the OR. After a spinal anesthetic his floppy leg is lifted up and held there by one of our PA students while Patrice scrubs and preps it with chlorhexidine


    I’m back in Tchad. Yesterday I tried to put into practice my new strategy: to be nice, not get angry, make sure to be connected to God at all times.  I went to see Aime and Antoine first. We talked a long time then Antoine and I went to run


    I’m trying to escape the darkness.  It’s been smothering me for several months to the point of almost choking out my joy. It’s been one of the toughest periods of my life: pulled hamstring, malaria, repulled hamstring while being covered with sewage, daughter with malaria, wife and I with weeks