This morning was probably the toughest one to get out of bed. I stayed up really late last night packing, listening to music, and looking at pictures; all trying to stay up as late as I could just to savor my final hours. I ended up sleeping only about 2 hours. When I did finally awake this morning I had this almost surreal feeling; this was the last time I would arise from this tiny little bed, emerging from my mosquito net checking for any bites...I sat on the edge of my bed as I took my final survey of this little quarter that has been home for the last 6 weeks. It has become my little safe haven-except from the mosquitos!!
Final walk through the OR... |
I finally did the one thing that I haven't gotten to do since I've been here-go to church. It was such a nice and special-almost ceremonial-way to end my time here in Liberia. Especially with this morning's sermon-the pure of heart...The service was held at Providence Baptist Church, one of the oldest in Liberia-the constitution was signed there. I was kinda welling up as the choir was singing-it seemed like everything that was said/sung during the service was directly for me. After it was over, several people who had recognized me, even some who didn't, came up to me to extend their regards. One of the guys who I play football with attends the church and saw me there. He showed me around a bit. I felt complete as I walked away from the grounds-like my time and experience here has been certified and validated. Can't really explain it-was like my heart just felt pure...
Corridor where my patients line up for clinic... |
I was wearing another one of the African shirts that was given to me again this morning. I decided to wear it as I made my final pass through the hospital and made rounds. I'm not sure if it was because it was Sunday or what, but the hospital seemed quiet as I slowly paced through the halls on this final morning. All was still. Peaceful. Serene. Something that I have not noticed in all my time here. It actually allowed me time to reflect on the various experiences I'd had along every corridor and around every corner...the waiting area where Ma-Nowah ran up behind me and hugged me. The hallway where we came busting through with the girl who had the traumatic amputations. The place where I first saw the guy with tetanus. The corridor where all my patients lined up waiting for me. Every corner a story. Every turn a memory.
The battlefield...the Trauma ER! |
When I finally made it up to the ward I couldn't help but smile. This was where my most significant and memorable interactions took place. Where I encouraged and was encouraged. Where people laughed, cried, lived, loved, died, and bonded. Feels like I could write a book about each room. All the nurses were clapping and smiling as I made my way to the nurse's station for the last time. Another bitter sweet moment. It was the same thing each time as we walked from room to room while I said my farewells to my patients. They all rolled up or sat up in their beds as we exchanged the traditional Liberian handshake. I'm proud of all of them and am thankful to have shared and learned from so many. As I was in between rooms I got a phone call from my last med student who wanted to tell me how grateful he was for my coming and how much he and everyone was enriched by my presence here-he had very kind and humbling words that made these last few moments all the more memorable.
Me and Amie |
My final visit was with Amie-you all should know who she is even though I've yet to mention her name. Her mom was bedside and I met her for the first time today. We had our moment as she told me that she didn't want me to go. The last thing she wanted me to do was change her dressing on final time-as if she wanted my blessing before I departed. I had to give her a final hug and kiss before I did it because to change her dressing we give her medication that puts her out-she wouldn't even remember me leaving her side. You guys continue to keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
After I left the hospital I stopped by the field in Fish Market to catch all the guys playing fooball. Of course they were trying to get me to stay and play a series, but I didn't have the time-plus it was hot as all get out!! I then made my way to see Monie and his family one last time. We had brunch together and shared our final thoughts and words. I will always be grateful to them for their unwavering generosity. Their driver, Mr. T, even requested to take me to the airport. He and I hit it off too during my time here. The final stop I had to make on the way out was with the Executive Director of the HEARTT program who was staying at the Kendeja Resort. She is in town for a gala that the program is having in March and requested my company before leaving the country. I'm not sure if I mentioned the website for the program I came through, but it's http://www.heartt.net/ if anyone wants to check it out. We sat down over lunch for about an hour and talked about my experiences and suggestions to make things better. She said that she had heard so much about me and it was nice to finally meet her as well...
Me and the Executive Director of HEARTT |
After a long and arduous check-in process at Roberts International Airport I was finally able to sit down and relax. No more farewells. No more running around. Just me and my thoughts. This journey has been an unforgettable one to say the least. To say how much I have grown professionally as a physician and surgeon, personally as a man, and spiritually as a Christian would be an understatement. I know that I still have much to work on and am continually being shaped and molded. I also realize that in the process of being refined and self-mastery that I have a role in helping to shape and mold others through my attitude, work, encouragement, and love. I hope that I have at least done that with my patients and many of you as I have shared some of my heart and thoughts through this blog. I think I may finally write that book some of you have been asking for. Thank you to all who have shared in this journey-your thoughts and prayers have sustained me. I smile as I glance at the titles of my different entries-they each evoke a variety of emotion-from '1 more day' to 'I DID IT!' and 'Original recipe or extra crispy?!!! 11 herbs-n-spices' (that one was hilarious!) to 'For me...' and '51...and a special naming ceremony...' They all speak their own language. And they will forever speak as I revisit them each time I find myself taking anything for granted. I see why they call it "Mama Liberia." She has a way of guiding you past yourself and to yourself-just as a mother would. And for that I will always and forever be grateful...
Thank you Mama Liberia, from the Pure of Heart...
Into the horizon... |
"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me."
-Erma Bombeck