Physician Assistant/Pre-PA Internships Abroad | IMA

This program was a great experience in exploring global health differences and disparities, gaining shadowing experience, and immersing myself in a different culture. The mentors were very welcoming and supportive, even checking in on us when we seemed down or quiet. Hilda in particular checked in on us frequently. The food was 10/10, and the kitchen staff was very hospitable. I enjoyed Dr. Shazim's collaboration with the program, where I learned a great deal from his knowledge and experiences. He was always witnessing to discuss clinical experiences and took it upon himself to give us new facts or wisdom. Additionally, I enjoyed the effort put into the cultural treks, and the mentors always encouraged us to explore while giving us tips on staying safe in the area. I appreciated the gated location of the residence with a guard and locked doors in keeping us safe at night. I gained a lot out of observing the public health system and the impact that access, socioeconomic status, health literacy, local diseases, etc. has on a population's health outcomes. I tend to be a shy person as well, and so this opportunity helped me grow out of my comfort zone a bit in getting to know the other interns and the staff at CGTRH, as well as exploring the city. Lastly, I appreciate that IMA enforces the ethical standards of students participating within their scope of practice. Because the vast majority of interns are students with minimal to no experience, it did feel as though not much of an impact was made from us to the hospital, at least for my duration (except for the medical clinic, where I felt useful). Everyone comes into this world with nothing. Most people spend their whole lives working to have something—then leave this world with nothing again. So, your soul must gain more than your hands. That sentiment has come to define the way I view my daily life after my internship in Mombasa, Kenya. I've always struggled to find my passion and purpose. Yes, I have things I enjoy doing, but nothing defines who I am as an individual. It's something I’ve prayed about for as long as I can remember but never quite felt to come to fruition. That changed during my time in Mombasa. I found the importance of being a part of a community greater than myself and the impacts small actions can have on others for an eternity. I can truly say it set me on the path to becoming a better version of myself—a better future physician and a better friend. I witnessed the beginning of life, formed lifelong friendships, and saw the end of life. The full cycle. And through it all, I was challenged to value every part of my life more deeply. Birth. As Dr. Shazim would say in every debrief, “Let’s start at the beginning of life. Maternity.” Before arriving at Coast General Teaching and Referral Hospital, I was pretty determined to become a pediatrician. I have always been somewhat apprehensive about going into a specialty where death was on the line, and admittedly I had never stepped into a surgery prior to theater 2 at Coast General. Thus, I have spent most of my shadowing hours in a pediatric clinic. However, surprisingly, the maternity ward quickly became my favorite rotation. I could directly see my feelings about Kenya correspond to labor. Mothers spend months preparing to deliver their babies. They feel everything—excitement, fear, anxiety. There’s always an adrenaline rush. No one knows exactly what will happen, but the mothers, nurses, and physicians prepare for the moment a baby finally comes into this world expectantly. That’s exactly how I felt arriving in Kenya—a rush of emotions and so much uncertainty. A dream I’d held since high school was finally coming true, but I had no idea what to expect. The culture shock, the unknown, the lack of healthcare resources—it was all very real. But the maternity ward shaped me into the kind of physician I want to become. Witnessing a woman’s intense pain during labor to then peacefully hold her newborn is a moment I will carry with me. Despite the challenges of pursuing a career in medicine, like labor, being a part of some of the most shaping and important aspects of someone’s lives will make it worth it. In Mombasa I thought I’d be most influenced by the physicians, but it was the strength of the women that inspired me. They made me want to be the best physician I can be—for them. From C-sections to natural births, witnessing the beginning of life reminded me that nothing is guaranteed. I walked away with a new calling: to pursue a career in obstetrics and gynecology. I looked back on my journal entries for my rotation in the maternity ward, and I couldn't help but smile. The women I directly got to help, either by stretching with them during labor or holding their hands, I will always remember, and that empathy I learned while in Kenya will shape me into the best physician I can become. Friendship. Throughout my life, many people have influenced me. I’m a firm believer in “friends for different seasons”—some friendships fade, and some stand the test of time. Friendship is an impactful aspect of a person’s life and shapes who they are and become. In Mombasa, I saw the true value of friendship: in patients, mentors, fellow interns, and strangers. Growing up, I attended the same private school from kindergarten to senior year. I graduated with seven people, and I was not challenged to step outside my comfort zone and interact with different types of individuals. However, during my time in Kenya, I was able to reflect on different friendships I had encountered and truly what I had learned from other individuals in my daily life. There were friends who rallied together after tough shifts at the hospital. Friends like Hilda and Michelle, who made Mombasa feel like home. Patients who opened up to me—confided in me—as if we had known each other for years. Strangers asking me what I was doing in Mombasa and fully welcoming me into their city and culture. There were friends who became like family. I watched physicians rally around one another to care for a community in need. That kind of camaraderie—rooted in compassion—deepened my belief in the importance of human connection in medicine. According to Harvard Medical School, medicine has somewhat lost its human connection due to technology: “At its best, being a doctor is an extraordinary and intimate privilege. We build relationships with our patients and see them through times of both joy and suffering; our relationships with each other help us through the same. It's hard to do that in a way that's truly satisfying when we spend most of the day at the computer screen” (Harvard Health, 2016). At Coast General, resources and technology are very limited, and these physicians and nurses must communicate with the patients and peers, which depends on human connection and in turn often creates a more positive experience for the patient. I specifically saw this at the medical clinics, as physicians had limited resources but collaborated and did their best to help every individual, which is something I deeply admire. Death. I wasn’t prepared to see someone take their last breath. I expected panic, sadness, maybe fear. Whenever I have had a loved one die in the past, I usually view it in a negative way. But the death I witnessed was peaceful—like the patient was ready. In a strange way, that’s how I felt leaving Mombasa. I expected to be in tears, not ready to leave the place I had called home for the past month. But instead, I felt peace. Peace that I had experienced something life-changing. Peace that I had grown spiritually, emotionally, and personally. Peace that I had found friendships that would last a lifetime. In a way, this feeling of “death” will stick with me as I start my career to become a physician. The feeling of peace is advice I can pass onto others who are losing a loved one. Death is inevitable, but while in Kenya I learned it can also be peaceful. Death does not have to have a negative connotation, but the narrative of death can be changed for the better. “If you think about it, life is nothing but thoughts, and our thoughts come from the mind. Our thoughts are an internal path leading us somewhere. To the next thought, the next idea, the next life. Everything is created with thought—emotions, designs, and theories. Where thoughts lead us is the most important thing; it’s our inner path leading to freedom or suffering” (At Peace With Death | Bennington College, n.d.). The people in Kenya were steadfast in their faith, and this helped me realize that in some way we are all just walking each other home. I feel like this is an important lesson to take with me in my journey to become a physician, as I have to come to peace with death and help loved ones keep moving forward in their lives. Souls. Souls tie people together. A soul is what makes someone who they are—and it’s shaped by every experience, every relationship. Kenya changed my soul for the better. I poured into others. I learned patience. I experienced a completely different culture and let it shape me. In the pediatric outpatient ward, I met a young girl named Nora who became obsessed with a balloon glove I made for her. That small gesture—something so simple—brought her joy, and in turn, filled me with joy. It made me more aware of how even the smallest acts can have a big impact on someone else’s soul. Yes, Kenya was culturally different from my small town in Georgia. But what struck me most was the people—their outpouring of love and gratitude. They valued what they had. They didn’t take life for granted. In the Western world, we often measure worth by material things—by how much we have, not by how full our lives are. But in Kenya, I saw the meaning of the phrase “Make sure your soul gains more than your hands.” Even amidst poverty and corruption, people remained faithful, grounded, and fulfilled. That lesson is one I’ll carry for life. Before Kenya, I struggled to articulate my "why" for medicine. My answer was something generic—“I enjoy helping others.” But now, I understand it's deeper than that. Medicine isn’t just about helping others—it’s about having a soul-level impact. What I saw, experienced, and endured in Kenya wasn’t easy. The children begging for food outside our Ubers, the lack of basic life-saving devices in the hospital, and people dying due to lack of ICU beds. None of this was glorious, but the community of people that rallied around each other was. Despite differences in ethnic and religious backgrounds, I saw new mothers look out for each other and their newborns, which is a testament to the people in Kenya and the type of person I want to be for others in my life and when I become a physician. Following my arrival home from Kenya, I was asked to speak at church about my experience. I gave my presentation about my time in Kenya and the ways Mombasa and Coast General impacted my life. I will still struggle to put into words the impact the experience had on me. However, unbeknownst to me, the sermon directly following my speech was about souls. About how people have started to value what they materially have in this life over friendships and the impact they have on others. But whenever one dies, none of those materialistic things goes with them, but their soul does. The experiences and impacts that others have on their soul go with them to their next life. Thus, I realized that the impact Kenya had on my life will stay with my soul forever, and consequently the impact I had on others will stay with their souls. Those who connect medicine with the soul are the difference between a good physician and a great physician. The main physician I saw this connection in was Dr. Faruk. Spending the day with him in the diabetes and thyroid clinic, he taught me the importance of finding my voice and passion in medicine that subsequently has an impact on others' lives. He is starting his own nonprofit to help children with type 1 diabetes get access to insulin. This is something he is passionate about and will have an amazing impact when accomplished. Dr. Faruk is an inspiration for me, as he is the physician I want to become. A physician who is not in it for the money or for the fame but is in it for the direct impact that they have on others' souls and daily lives. As Sir William Osler said, “The good physician treats the disease; the great physician treats the patient who has the disease” (Centor, 2007) International Medical Aid has shaped me into the physician I want to become. My time in Mombasa taught me the importance of understanding each patient’s story and beliefs, and the responsibility I have now to leave a lasting impact on everyone I meet. These challenges and lessons will stick with me forever and my growth as an individual is all accredited to my experience in Mombasa, Kenya.

This trip was truly life-changing and inspiring, and I am very thankful for all of the staff for their amazing support through the process. I loved everything—the food and culture were beyond amazing. I want to give a shout out to my bestie Janet; she accompanied me through my weekend treks. I had a blast with her, and I’m so glad she’s the one that went with me. I never felt unsafe during my time in Kenya, and for that I am so appreciative. I think one of the most positive experiences I made on this trip were the friendships I made, but also the community outreach events we had. There was nothing more eye-opening than going to underprivileged communities and providing the extra support that they desperately needed, which is proper healthcare. I am so blessed to have been able to experience something like this with such a well rounded program. Thank you!! The first time I heard about IMA, I was immediately intrigued. I remember seeing the program, and it fueled my curiosity that had been growing ever since I thought about doing an internship. The idea of actually getting accepted into such a program felt almost far-fetched. I have never taken the time to apply to anything like this before, so the idea of stepping into this opportunity was so thrilling yet nerve wracking. I was lucky enough to have a supportive circle around me—people that encouraged and reminded me that I was capable of doing anything I set my mind to. With enough convincing, I applied. In my mind, I thought, “What’s the worst that could happen? I don’t get accepted—or I could end up having the craziest experience in Kenya.” Fast forward a couple months, and I find myself at the Royal Suites residence, staring in awe at what the next three weeks of my life would hold. I was greeted by a wonderful group of peers and staff, and from that moment, I knew I would be in good hands. Walking into this program, I had some experience as a medical assistant in a neurology office. However, that was completely different from what I encountered at Coast General Teaching and Referral Hospital. I vividly recollect the first day I arrived at the hospital, knowing I would encounter far more striking cases than those back home. During my time there, I rotated through the Emergency, Pediatrics, and Surgery departments, and I also participated in night rotations at least once a week in other departments. Before beginning, I received an orientation that included discussions on what to expect in terms of medical cases, as well as the local culture and customs. I was told that healthcare in Kenya was severely understaffed and poorly supplied due to location and financial reasons (Cultural Approaches to Pediatric Palliative Care in Central Massachusetts: Kenyan, n.d.). I was also informed that many patients present with advanced stages of illness, often as a result of financial constraints or religious beliefs. During my time in the Emergency Room, I saw many patients that would arrive with advanced cancers, severe infections, and untreated wounds. When asked about the situation, the most common response was that they simply did not have the money for treatment. Others would say the nearest medical facility was too far from their homes, requiring them to strategically plan when they could make the trip. One response in particular really struck me: a patient’s family explained that they were relying on prayer to heal their loved one, believing it was best to let God provide the cure. As a believer myself, I was impacted and inspired by that statement. However, it was hard to reconcile because many of the situations I saw needed urgent attention. In those moments, it felt challenging to accept that faith alone was being relied upon in circumstances where timely medical care was critical. There are many traditions of healing and medicine that Kenyans use. Various natural remedies are commonly used such as African potatoes, rooibos, and the hoodia cactus. Additionally, there are rituals that are performed for spiritual healing. For example, shells, bones, and stones are used to communicate with ancestors or spirits to learn more about the patient’s health condition (Brooke, 2023). When I was in the hospital I never encountered someone that firmly believed in these practices, but I heard from the nurses around that it was used by many patients. In terms of patient care, I witnessed a wide range of cases. Being in a public hospital, I observed severe understaffing as well as lack of essential tools equipment. There were many moments when I would instinctively look for an instrument we would normally have back home, only to find it unavailable. In those situations, we often had to improvise and make do with what was already on hand. I vividly recall one night during a shift a patient began coding. One of the nurses was desperately searching for a BVM (bag valve mask), going drawer by drawer in an attempt to find one. The search took four or five minutes, and by the time the mask was finally located, the patient had already been declared deceased. I don’t know if the patient would have survived had the mask been found and used sooner; regardless, the situation highlighted the critical lack of necessary resources. Another example of improvisation was when gloves were used as tourniquets, which led to supplies running out more quickly. I remember one shift in the PICU, I was reminded that one of the mothers that gave birth to two beautiful boys was in intensive care due to birthing complications. One of the nurses approached me and one of my peers, asking if we were interested in feeding the babies. Without hesitation, we both agreed. I have never fed a premature baby before, so I was incredibly nervous and assumed there would be a machine of some sort. I was wrong. We had to use a syringe, carefully letting the milk independently go through the tube. This process was time-consuming, as we had to hold the syringe up in the air to allow the milk to flow, which took roughly ten to fifteen minutes. At times, the milk would get stuck in the tubes or even harden, creating additional challenges. I remember hearing that these methods were used back in the day, so it wasn’t uncommon—just time-consuming and requiring extra attention. Typically, Nairobi and the Central Province are considered to offer the best public healthcare, while the North Eastern Provinces are generally more underdeveloped in terms of medical infrastructure and resources. There are private hospitals in Nairobi that are very respected and known to be top tier (Healthcare in Kenya, n.d.). After all that I have learned during this trip, I returned home with a deep sense of appreciation for the healthcare providers I had worked alongside, as well as a strong desire to continue learning more about global healthcare practices and the challenges faced in resource-limited settings. Witnessing the dedication of the healthcare providers who worked tirelessly despite limited supplies and overwhelming patient needs gave me a deep sense of respect and admiration for their commitment to their patients. I recall all of the conversations I had with the providers and students—one thing was clear: they all shared a deep love for the field. They acknowledged that their work could be challenging and frustrating at times, yet none could imagine doing anything else. There was genuine passion and grit behind every single provider, evident in the care they provided and the dedication they showed to their patients. I witnessed what it was like to think quickly on my feet and rely on the limited skills I had. These experiences taught me that healthcare isn’t just about medicine—it’s about human connection, understanding, and trust. I will be sure to bring these lessons into my career by prioritizing empathy, effective communication, and cultural sensitivity. I’ve always had a deep passion for healthcare, shaped both by my childhood interests and personal experiences. This trip has only intensified my passion, leaving me with a strong desire to learn and do even more in the field. I fully plan to return to Kenya and work at Coast General once I am a certified Physician Assistant, so that I can gain more practical experience while contributing to the healthcare system and properly helping patients in need. My time in Kenya was transformative. It exposed me to the realities of healthcare in resource limiting settings, challenged me to develop critical thinking skills and adaptability, reignited my passion for healthcare, and strengthened my commitment to pursuing a career as a Physician Assistant. I am determined to apply all that I have learned in every aspect of my future practice—fully dedicated to serving patients with compassion and cultural competency while continuing to seek opportunities to learn and grow as a healthcare professional. Beyond the clinical skills, this experience taught me the importance of patience and resiliency. This applies to myself and the patients. I learned how small gestures like listening, showing empathy, and providing reassurance can have a profound impact on the patient’s wellbeing and steps to recovery. Allowing myself to see how other providers navigate such a challenging system inspired me to think of more solutions and think proactively about improving healthcare, even in similar situations where resources are limited. I have gained an appreciation for proper teamwork and collaboration. It was refreshing to see how providers rely on one another to manage heavy workloads and ensure the patients’ comfortability—some demonstrated it better than others. This experience has diligently motivated me to approach my future career with a humbled mindset of service, humility, and continuous growth. Every patient encounter is an opportunity to make a meaningful difference. I am now more committed than ever to properly advocating for patients, embracing diverse perspectives, and integrating proper cultural competency in all aspects of my future practice.

My experience in Kenya with International Medical Aid was incredible. The in-country support was excellent, and I always felt safe thanks to clear guidance and protocols. Accommodations were comfortable, and the food was a wonderful introduction to Kenyan cuisine. The clinical experience was invaluable. I got to shadow PAs and physicians, learning how they provide compassionate care even with limited resources. My mentors Mitchel, Margaret, Benson, and Hilda were especially amazing; they guided me, answered questions, and made the experience meaningful and inspiring. Overall, this program deepened my understanding of healthcare, strengthened my communication and cultural awareness, and reinforced my commitment to becoming a healthcare provider. It was a truly memorable and transformative experience. I came to Mombasa, Kenya, with a curiosity about global healthcare. What I left with was far more than observation—I left with a deeper understanding of resilience, compassion, and the creativity required of healthcare providers in resource-limited settings. My two weeks at Coast General Teaching and Referral Hospital through International Medical Aid shaped not only my perspective on medicine, but also the kind of provider I aspire to become. The resource-limited setting of a Kenyan referral hospital highlighted the importance of adaptability, clinical judgment, and teamwork in medicine. It also deepened my appreciation for cultural competence and reinforced my desire to pursue a career that bridges patient care with compassion, equity, and access. I reflected throughout my internship on how these lessons shaped my personal and professional goals, and how I plan to apply this knowledge to my future career in healthcare. My first week at the hospital was spent in pediatrics, including the High Dependency Unit, the inpatient ward, and the outpatient clinic. Each area exposed me to different aspects of pediatric medicine and highlighted the challenges of providing care in a resource-limited setting. In the High Dependency Unit, I saw children critically ill with conditions such as malaria, pneumonia, and severe dehydration. With limited monitoring equipment, providers relied heavily on careful physical exams and clinical judgment. Watching physicians and nurses act with such precision reminded me that medicine depends as much on knowledge and presence as it does on technology. I also noticed how central families were to care—mothers and caregivers often stayed at the bedside, feeding and comforting their children. It underscored for me that treating a child means supporting the entire family. The inpatient ward was crowded but full of resilience. Children admitted for longer-term care still found ways to laugh, play, and smile, even while battling illness. This reminded me that pediatrics requires not only medical skill but also creativity, optimism, and patience. The outpatient clinic emphasized communication and trust. I shadowed physicians and medical students as they diagnosed fevers and infections, counseled parents, and provided follow-up care. One memorable encounter was a mother worried about her child’s persistent cough. The physician took time not only to examine the child but to reassure her and explain how to monitor symptoms. That interaction showed me how powerful reassurance and education can be. That week in pediatrics taught me that medicine is not only about addressing immediate illness but also about building trust, supporting families, and adapting to circumstances. The lack of abundant resources revealed how powerful strong clinical reasoning, communication, and compassion can be. As an aspiring PA, I want to carry these lessons forward by becoming a provider who combines medical expertise with cultural sensitivity and emotional intelligence. In the United States, I may not always encounter the same level of resource scarcity, but disparities still exist. This experience showed me that effective providers don’t just treat patients; they meet them where they are, partner with their families, and offer care that is both competent and compassionate. During the second week of my internship, I rotated through the emergency department, including both adult and pediatric units. The emergency department was fast-paced, unpredictable, and often chaotic—a contrast to the structured environment of the outpatient clinic. I witnessed cases ranging from acute infections to trauma. One case that stayed with me was a toddler with severe malaria whose rapid deterioration required immediate intervention. Observing how the team coordinated care under pressure highlighted the importance of quick decision-making and clear communication. Another case involved a man who was involved in a street traffic accident and sustained a significant injury to his face, including a compound fracture and mandible dislocation. The attending physician quickly assessed the situation, coordinated imaging, and explained the care plan to the anxious patient. Observing this interaction, I realized how crucial clear communication is—not just with the patient but also with the family. Every word mattered in building trust and helping the family feel involved in care decisions, and it made me feel content with how everything was handled. The adult ED presented different challenges. Patients often arrived with complex conditions, and resources were limited compared to what I have seen in U.S. hospitals. I saw providers rely on careful observation, prioritization, and creative problem-solving to stabilize patients efficiently. Overcrowding was common, and staff had to make rapid decisions about who required immediate intervention versus who could wait. I had the opportunity to observe the triage process firsthand, watching nurses and physicians quickly assess vital signs, symptoms, and overall condition to determine urgency. This experience emphasized the importance of staying calm under pressure, making swift decisions, and trusting one’s clinical judgment—skills I hope to carry forward as a future physician assistant. Beyond clinical skills, the ED also highlighted the human side of medicine. Many patients were in distress not only from illness or injury but also from fear, uncertainty, or socioeconomic stressors. I observed how providers offered reassurance, listened attentively, and made patients feel heard even in brief interactions. This reinforced a lesson I had learned in pediatrics: effective care is not just about diagnosis and treatment, but about empathy, communication, and emotional support. Experiencing this firsthand strengthened my desire to pursue a career where I can provide competent and compassionate care, especially in moments when patients are most vulnerable. During my overnight shift in the Labor and Delivery ward, I witnessed the intensity, urgency, and profound humanity of bringing new life into the world. Even though my time there was brief, I observed the critical teamwork between medical officers, nurses, and midwives, and how every decision carried weight for both mother and child. I was shocked to learn that epidurals were generally not offered unless the mother was undergoing a C-section, and I felt for the women laboring without this form of pain relief. Seeing their strength and resilience firsthand was both humbling and inspiring. I also had the opportunity to view a C-section, which was an eye-opening experience. Observing the surgical team’s coordination and focus, as well as the immediate transition of the newborn to care, highlighted the precision and teamwork required in critical situations. This experience reinforced lessons I had already begun to understand in pediatrics and the emergency department: medicine is not just about technical skill, but also about empathy, communication, and presence. Providers balanced clinical urgency with compassion, comforting patients and offering reassurance even in high-stress moments. Being in the ward overnight gave me a deep appreciation for the emotional and human side of healthcare and reminded me that being a provider is as much about supporting people through life’s most vulnerable moments as it is about treating disease. These lessons strengthened my aspiration to become a physician assistant who can deliver competent care while also connecting with patients on a human level. Mombasa County has a higher HIV prevalence than the national average, and that statistic became profoundly real during my time at the hospital. I encountered numerous patients—both adults and children—whose lives were directly affected by HIV. The emotional weight of these encounters was palpable, especially when discussing treatment plans and the challenges of medication adherence. One particularly memorable interaction involved a mother in the pediatric ward, deeply concerned about her child’s health. The physician took extra time to explain the child’s condition, the importance of antiretroviral therapy, and the need for consistent follow-up care. Witnessing this compassionate communication underscored the significance of not only medical treatment but also emotional support and education in managing chronic conditions like HIV. My two weeks in Mombasa were transformative, offering lessons that extended far beyond clinical knowledge. From pediatrics, I learned the power of observation, clinical reasoning, and compassion. The emergency department taught me adaptability, rapid decision-making, and the importance of clear communication under pressure. Labor and Delivery showed me the courage and resilience of patients and the teamwork required in critical moments. Encountering patients affected by HIV deepened my appreciation for the intersection of medical care, patient education, and emotional support. I realized that effective healthcare requires not only knowledge and skill but also cultural sensitivity and the ability to support patients through their most vulnerable moments. Together, these rotations solidified my desire to become a physician assistant who can provide competent, compassionate care in a variety of settings. I am inspired to carry forward the lessons I learned in Kenya—the importance of empathy, communication, adaptability, and partnership with patients and families. This internship has not only reinforced my commitment to healthcare but has also shaped my vision for the kind of PA I aspire to be.