Today was my first day working as a physician in the outpatient clinic of King’s Hospital. The last few days I’ve been very anxious about my ability to recognize and treat tropical illness. Primarily because I haven’t studied them since medical school and have never treated them. Within moments I realized my fears and anxiety had been inappropriately placed. The challenge was not the medicine (as it turns out, pretty much every fever is malaria) but much larger, more powerful enemies. I saw children that were the victims of unspeakable violence. Another women presented with a life threatening condition but left the clinic untreated, insisting that she could not be admitted because there was no one else to care for her young children.
As a pediatric oncologist, I’ve become comfortable in the face of impending tragedy, secure in my ability to provide life saving medicine. Today I was overwhelmed with the enormity of the circumstances I encountered and my complete inability to intervene. In His gentle way, I felt God remind me that it is never I who provides healing. This little revelation was both humbling and enormously comforting. I’m choosing to abandon my reliance on my skill, and instead place my hope in Him Who Is Able.
--Nadine (Medical Team)