As I’m watching Dr. Golby teach Dr. Nuwas, a little girl comes up to hold my hand. We can’t speak the same language but she smiles in the room — it’s a hospital room unlike any we’d enounter in the U.S. Six to eight patients stretched out on beds in one room – no fancy, sophisticated machines. Yet in some ways, the scene unfolded very similarly as back home. Family members gathered around each bed, desperately waiting for doctors, nurses, anyone to tell them any news or information about their loved ones’ condition.
Different Yet So Much The Same
