Sunday night in Gulu, Uganda. The room in the surgical ward at Lacor hospital is small and stuffy. There’s just enough space for a bed against each wall, two metal

Well, we’re home, now what? All of my built-in friends are gone. When I wake up in the morning there’s no one to talk to. There’s no one at coffee

And then sometimes something unexpected happens. It was Friday morning. With only four short surgeries on the schedule, the end had nearly arrived. Truly it had been a fairly uneventful

On Wednesday there were fewer patients to screen and my surgery schedule was nearly full. Kate, Lisa, and Marlene had turnover down to less than fifteen minutes. Wake up the

It was before six and only Jeremy, Katharine and I were at the long, golden cloth covered tables in the hotel courtyard. Jolly Joe was already proudly making coffee with

Monday is the most chaotic day. We finish setting up the operating rooms and somehow, magically, begin our first case by nine. Every year is different and the night prior