This is it: my last day. Today is a day for packing (I have not saved it for the very last second, Mama), goodbyes, and one last walk into Cotonou to buy some cards.
It was one of those shifts where I just couldn't keep up with the myriad changes happening with each of my five VVF patients. Nor could I keep up with the hundreds of little technical things that you have to do with VVF patients to make sure that their surgeries have a good chance of succeeding. All of the nurses who worked yesterday's shift were overwhelmed.
I have had this trouble for 12 good years.
I had to travel for several days to come to the ship.
I thought my life was over; I thought it would always be this way.
And for the first time, I got off the sidelines and joined the ladies dancing in the middle.
(Photo by Mercy Ships communications team)
(When I next blog, it will be from home... see you all then!)