I'm going to take you all back to Africa for one more important story today, because before I wrap these field reports up, I want to make sure I share what was one of the most moving moments of my journey.
Today I am angry at what I saw here in Kenya. Perhaps it is because I come from a country where health care for every citizen is a right for both the poor and the rich. Or maybe the Hippocratic Oath just means something different here in Kenya.
Inspired by the children of Kenya, moved by the unending generosity of the people working to better the community and my heart broken by the death of a patient, my time in Africa is filled with meaning.
A trip to my friend Edward's farm in Kapsabet this last week was an inspiring opportunity to learn about sustainable agriculture in Africa, enjoy the best meal I've had yet, and the precious opportunity to witness a touching family reunion.
I don't remember a whole lot about getting to Africa, namely because I took so much Benadryl on the flight to Nairobi that it's all a bit foggy. When I arrived, a guy from the guest house where I would sleep for an evening eyed my Patron Tequila duffel bag warily.