Amy's Adventures in Darfur

I started this blog when I left for Darfur in June 2006. I was working as a midwife with MSF aka "Medecins Sans Frontiers" aka "Doctors without Borders" but this blog contains my own opinions and stories- not those of MSF. It is less political than I want it to be and I have been unable to post stories about certain topics due to the fact that this is on the internet and accessible to anyone. I wish I could tell you all of the stories but since I can't, I will tell you the ones that I can...

Thursday, November 30, 2006

"Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow" - swedish proverb

sometimes there are no words...

Our 1.2kg baby

carmenza tube-feeds the baby

at birth

two weeks later


an all-night delivery results in two perfect baby boys...mohammed and mahmoud.

me looking like i've been awake for a week. you have to know how little pride i have left to be posting pictures like this... :)

Two women

these pictures are from a night whose story ("two women")i can't post. it is a night that we tried to keep a girl alive as we waited for her family to come donate their blood to save her life. we waited and waited and waited. they never came.
i like that these pictures are hazy and dream-like as that entire night was hazy and dream-like.


blood typing

one of our beloved staff gives their blood to save a strangers child

a life-saving blood transfusion by lamp-light

more pictures...

i have gone back and added pictures to the stories that they are associated with. if you would like to see them feel free to travel back to the old stories (starting in june).

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

I kid you not...

this is an actual conversation that i had with someone over american thanksgiving:

my sister's friend asks me: "is it hard to come back to north america and deal with culture shock?"
i have had some wine so i am more honest than usual (for the most part i just say yes and leave it at that- it's easier that way). i say "actually i'm used to the discrepancies between developing countries and north america- this was my 6th trip overseas. the hard part is coming home and realizing how few people really care about what is happening in darfur. when i was in darfur i was immersed in it, so it was all i cared about. the people i was in communication with were my family and friends who were all aware and who all cared because they knew me and read my stories. it gave me the impression that everyone cared that much. it was hard to come home and realize how wrong i was".
she looks at what i'm wearing and says "you got that sweatshirt at 'the Gap', didn't you? i have the same one".

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Milena syringe-feeding our baby orphan (from the story "natural healers")

Adam, who lost his hand to a grenade

Playing with toys sent by Jadyn (3yr old from Canada)

One of our gunshot victims ("you always think it can't get worse...")

Carmenza with our little amputee ("healthcare")

Some more pictures...if you click on the picture you can see a bigger version of it