Thus says the Lord:“A voice is heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping.Rachel is weeping for her children; she refuses to be comforted for her children, because they are no more.”(Jeremiah 31:15, ESV) Moments before morning rounds, the nurses hustled… Continue reading

The older nurse yelled at the crowd of people, who came flooding into la salle d’urgence (the SU, considered our “emergency room”) following the new trauma victims. The nurse ordered the unwanted visitors to leave as their numbers surpassed the… Continue reading

“Baturiya,” said a little voice as I briskly walked through our critical care unit. I whipped around curiously to see who was calling me “white woman” in Hausa. To my surprise the voice belonged to a small boy of about… Continue reading

These hands play the piano They write, work, and plant They wipe away tears and console They bandage, wash, and feed These hands can heal But these hands can also hurt. These hands inflict pain They push, stick, and inject… Continue reading

The little boy’s foot was completely black. Necrotic. The surgeon took one glance at it and said, “well that doesn’t look good.” Continue reading