There is a framed poem hanging up in the small chapel on Providence Farm. “There are places in West Africa where the only water you will see is tears – bitter tears that mothers weep, and the tears water the ground where their children sleep” I think it hangs there to break our hearts so … More Without vision, people perish.
I’m learning how to give stitches in my medical training class at Equip. Who is willing to let me practice stitching on a REAL arm? 😉
I am taking a 2-week medical intensive course designed for village care. Today, I am learning to give injections – yikes!