Burnt to a crisp, parts of his clothes fused to his charred skin, his face black and locked in an expression of pain and horror, the patient had been doused in petrol and set alight by an angry boss. Shuttled from health center to provincial hospital and finally making it at impossible expense to the … More Treating Treasures as Trash
When I first heard about Sokum’s condition, her husband called it “corollary heart disease”. Obviously he meant “coronary artery”, but why would a 20 year old already have coronary artery disease? It had to be Rheumatic Heart Disease. When I visited last week I wrote “Rheumatic Heart Disease” on a scrap of paper for her … More Heart Strings 01
It is much more difficult in Phnom Penh, to find the impetus to write. My accommodation is a fifth floor apartment overlooking rooftops for as far as the eye can see. This removes me from community life somewhat although I’m slowly starting to recognise the neighbours beyond our apartment block. We recently relocated our office … More Standing On The Outside, Looking In
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