Friend. It's a word that exists in every language. Everyone needs a friend, and some friends come easier than others. Here, some friends come and go as fast as the weeks flip by. Every week you wonder what new face will come, what friendly face will disappear. This time of year on the ship is fraught with goodbyes, and sometimes I get wrapped up in how many are leaving and momentarily forget to just enjoy these amazing people while they are here. But you see, the goodbyes are because we are ending our field service. In two days we will finish the last of the surgeries for Sierra Leone. In one week the hospital will close until we arrive in Togo. And this means the nurses depart in waves over the next few weeks.
This is Osman before: