My patients at Cure International Hospital continue to be a mixture of triumphs and tragedies. When the average Afghan can only expect to live to 45, a 94 year old man is truly rare. Surviving a myocardial infarction at that age is even rarer, yet this delightful fellow grows stronger every day. I admitted him from the ER and continue to monitor his progress in the ICU. Despite the language barrier and his near-total deafness, we seem to get by. His son Rafik and I have had some wonderful conversations of late, confirming my initial impression that the Afghans are a very warm and gracious people.
We took a wonderful day trip to Istalef today, a two-hour drive north of Kabul. Up in the mountains. It has clean air, beautiful fall colors and hiking. My Kenyan friend Richard found that when you climb a hillside and wander too close to a Tajik mountain house, the women throw rocks at you. Served him right.
Istalef, Afghanistan. Passed them on our hike.
I continue to be amazed at Jacki's dedication to the patients and staff at the hospital in her role as executive director at the hospital. Some people talk, others just do it. She is the embodiment of the saying, "Be the change you want to see in the world."