Broken

Thirty years ago I stood on the rooftop of Edendale Hospital in Pietermaritzburg where I had started my orthopedic training.  I looked up the Sweetwater Valley. It reminded me of the  opening of Alan Paton’s book, Cry, the Beloved Country: “There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered…

Breaking Point

It was a cold day in Durban. Sixteen degrees Celsius is cold for us on the East Coast of sub-tropical Africa.  I had made a trip through the suburbs to drop something off for my theatre scrub sister.  The roadblocks are manned by community commandos, most of who are my patients and it’s easy to pass…

Another Stray Bullet

I had an uneasy weekend. One the one hand I was watching the Covid-19 figures around the country and in my region of KwaZulu-Natal. We are waiting for the third wave to hit our hospital. Last week we stopped planned surgeries and reviewed our planning and capacity to deal with the surge. On the other…

The Naming of People

T.S. Elliot wrote a collection of poems on cats. One of the poems is called “The Naming of Cats” and it starts like this: The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,It isn’t just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must…

The Tree of Life

I had been searching for a year. Because of the pandemic, in spite of the pandemic and to heal from the pandemic. Finally in May this year I was gifted what seemed to have become an impossible task. I messaged the hospital manager : “the trees have arrived. I’ll come by later in the week…

Sometimes I Think

There are unsung heroes behind our hard working health care workers: the cleaners, security staff, porters, administrative staff and undertakers all form the scaffold that allows us to care for patients.