trainings.
This past year I've taught lessons, helped write curricula, created the schedules for the days, and played with adorable babies while their moms take exams. So, at the end of that final training day, Sam -- the hospital's senior Clinical Officer and our close friend and colleague -- brought me in front of the group to announce my imminent departure. Sam orated in Rufumbira as only he can and then opened the floor to me, standing by to translate.
Nearly twenty adults sat in front of me who had devoted the last two years of their life to public healthcare. They had given up their Fridays to hitch rides into town for eight-hour trainings; they gathered at twice-monthly tutorials to review topics they had learned; they put their domestic and professional lives on hold whenever one of our staff came to their village to conduct a census or check up on their work. They are, in short, incredibly committed individuals. I felt, standing in front of them, suddenly very small but bursting with appreciation.
I told them that this year in Kisoro, working with them, has been one of the best years of my life. I told them how proud I was to have worked with them, to watch them grow as healers and teachers. I thanked them for welcoming me so warmly. Then Naomi, the VHW from Mugwata, stood to address me on behalf of all the VHWs. Sam translated for me her words of effusive thanks and kindness and well-wishes.
I don't like goodbyes and minimize them whenever at all possible. But standing in that training room that we had all grown so used to together, there was nowhere else I would have rather been. It was one more clue (and they have been mounting these past few weeks) that I will miss Kisoro more than I ever would have guessed. This place and these people have shaped themselves into a home for me our of sheer kind-heartedness.
When these VHWs graduate from their training later this August, they will each be outfitted with a well-stocked "doctor bag" and vested with the authority to care for their neighbors' aches and pains, dress their wounds, counsel them through difficult times, and refer them to the hospital when a situation is serious. Their villages are lucky to have them.
Afterwards, I received more warm thanks and wishes for a safe journey. I was also made to promise that I would greet all my family from them. So, family, the VHWs of Kisoro send you their best. And I can tell you that their best is outstanding.
Back:Jane, Sam, Agnes, Emma, Naomi, Me, Domitira, Emma, Amos Middle: Jovia, Juliana, Jesca, Dorothy Front: Oliver, Ben, Amos, Nathan, Benon |