What I Learned About American Family Medicine in Rural Tanzania

He stands, bent, outside the front of the house, the two steps up to the door being too far to lift himself leaning hard on the old stick, cloth padding the top as a cane or maybe a crutch. I step down to greet him, “Jambo,” (how are you) and to wish him “Salama,” (peace). … Continue reading What I Learned About American Family Medicine in Rural Tanzania