One of the downsides to being a physician in our setting is lack of follow-up. We don’t have “continuity” patients the way docs in the US do. I remember one of my attending docs at St. Joe’s, where I did my residency, telling me once that he had just delivered the baby of a woman that he also delivered 20+ years earlier (he had delivered her and now, 20 yrs later, he was delivering her baby, if that makes sense). Delivering two generations in one career, wow. Here at Kibuye, I see women for a day or two and then they disappear. Sometimes there are sad stories, sometimes happy, but I don’t know if I’ll ever know the rest of the story or experience the rest of their lives.
That’s the story of redemption. I didn’t see the beginning of her story, but I’m privileged to be a part of the next beginning, the new beginning. It was, for me, a day of loss and redemption, so common here in our setting. Highs and lows, joys and triumphs, successes and failures. We don’t always get to see the redemption story that we long for, at least not here on earth. May the second be a story that carries me through the days of loss like the first. Days that have come, that will come. May these two women be stories that remind me that someday, all of our losses will be gathered up, all our our tears will be dried, and we’ll see a beautiful picture of love and grace woven together to make up our lives.