Global Health & Pre-Medicine Internships Abroad | IMA

This internship was an amazing once-in-a-lifetime experience that I am very grateful for. I have met so many wonderful people, including all of the program staff, interns, and hospital staff. Safety was a major concern for my family and me before my internship, but the program mentors and staff were very informative and cautious, so I felt very safe throughout my stay. The accommodations and food were also beyond what I expected. I have learned so much not only clinically, but culturally as well, and I would love to go back once more in the future. My internship this past winter with International Medical Aid in Mombasa, Kenya has opened my eyes to different perspectives and has given me a glimpse of what life is like in a place that is more than 10,000 miles away from my home. I have learned so much in not only medicine but in culture as well. Through the cultural treks and language classes provided by this program, I was able to learn about the history of the Swahili people, how the Kiswahili language came about, along with the traditions and practices of the culture of the people of Kenya. This opportunity has allowed me to gain meaningful experiences and relationships that I will forever cherish. I spent my internship at Coast General Teaching & Referral Hospital, where I had the opportunity to shadow both medical and clinical officers who play a large role in healthcare in three major departments: Emergency Medicine, Pediatrics, and General Surgery. Alongside these healthcare providers were nurses who play a critical role in patient-centered care and whom I came to befriend. Every day of my three weeks of this internship contained precious moments and learning points that have only furthered my passion for the medical field. Even through a slight language barrier, sincerity shines through, which is something that I will always carry into my practice as a future healthcare provider in the United States. If there is anything that has had a profound impact on my view of life, it is the realization that there is a limit to what I am able to control. From my experiences so far, whether in a medical setting or daily life, there is only so much I am capable of doing for people. This realization crossed my mind countless times as I thought about ways in which I could do more because in my current position, I have no say or control in a life-or-death situation, regardless of how dear someone may be to me. Especially as an intern and student, I was limited to speaking words of encouragement as I watched patients suffer, or simply waiting and hoping for good news. The desire to be able to do more than that has sparked my passion to pursue a career as a medical professional. The healthcare system I experienced in Kenya is notably different from the United States in terms of access to care, disease burden, and health coverage for patients. From the medical officers, clinical officers, nurses, and patients that I spoke to, I found that many patients do not seek care due to long distances and lack of transportation. Although hospitals are scattered throughout the country, they may not be evenly distributed throughout each region or neighborhood. Furthermore, some patients live closer to private hospitals but cannot afford them because they charge much more than public hospitals, which many patients are also unable to afford. This relates to Kenya’s poverty rates, with about one-third of the population living below the national poverty line in 2019 (World Bank, 2023). Additionally, the disease burden in Kenya is very high, with human immunodeficiency virus (HIV), which can develop into acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS), being one of the major communicable diseases. As for non-communicable diseases, major ones include cardiovascular disease (CVD) and metabolic diseases such as chronic kidney disease, diabetes, and hypertension, all of which contribute to the high disease burden in Kenya. The need for non-communicable disease services to be expanded has been recognized, with guidelines supporting these provisions in patients with HIV, but coverage still remains low (Smit et al., 2019). Additionally, during the Global Health Lecture Series presented by Dr. Shazim during our internship, we learned that the high burden of HIV and AIDS in Kenya accounts for about 29% of annual adult mortality, 20% maternal mortality, and 15% mortality in children under the age of five, which are much higher than mortality rates in the United States. Similarly, non-communicable diseases contribute to more than 50% of inpatient admissions and 40% of hospital mortality, which is also linked to a financial burden for these patients that is further connected to nationwide poverty. With a high disease burden in Kenya also comes a high financial burden, with a major issue being health coverage. Informal sector workers, a population that drives a significant portion of employment in Kenya, have a low rate of national healthcare insurance (NHI) enrollment. This may be due to existing socioeconomic inequalities and barriers they face, including limited access and having to pay NHI premiums out-of-pocket (Wamalwa et al., 2025). This contributes to increased morbidity and mortality due to inequitable access to care, as high out-of-pocket costs prevent patients in this population from seeking care. Studies suggest strategies such as using a tax-based system or expanding subsidies to support NHI enrollment among populations like this, though more research may be needed. Diving deeper into the healthcare system in Kenya showed me the existing gaps that prevent patients from receiving the care they need and ultimately contribute to mortality. My first thought when I learned about the healthcare system in Kenya was that these gaps seemed almost impossible to close. However, it made me think about how these gaps could be reduced, even slightly—whether by addressing health disparities through a health equity lens, focusing on advocacy, or working as a healthcare provider in a hospital setting. This led me to ask further questions, which eventually instilled in me a desire to contribute to making a difference. Although my role as an intern may have seemed insignificant in terms of what I was able to practice, I built many meaningful relationships with various people there and I would like to believe that I made a difference in at least one person’s life. Even though I cannot change the world, brightening one person’s day may feel to them as if something meaningful has changed. This could be the drop that turns into a ripple and has a lasting effect. If one drop can turn into a ripple, I can only imagine what numerous drops can do. I believe International Medical Aid is a wonderful example of how gaps in Kenya’s healthcare system can begin to close. Each intern interacts with numerous patients and healthcare providers and brings back a piece of their journey home to share their stories. Each intern may have also offered words of consolation, encouragement, and hope to the patients they encountered, giving them strength during what may have been the lowest points of their lives. I learned that the smallest acts can accumulate and become something deeply meaningful that touches people’s lives. Each person’s life holds immense value, and I want to be part of something that gives people the opportunity to value their own lives—whether by providing treatment options or simply being there to reassure and brighten their days. I want to be someone who brings joy into people’s lives, a shoulder to cry on when they are hurt, and a source of peace for those in their final moments of life, because that is what I would want if I were in such a position. I want to bring good news to families of patients who have recovered, console them when unexpected things occur, reassure them when they express concerns, and be someone not only patients can trust and rely on, but someone their families can rely on as well. My perspective on life has changed, and for that I am eternally grateful.

My experience with International Medical Aid in Kenya was truly exceptional and profoundly impactful, both personally and professionally. From the moment I arrived, it was clear that the program was thoughtfully designed with intern safety, learning, and well-being at its core. The structure and support provided allowed me to fully immerse myself in the experience while feeling consistently supported and valued. The in-country support team was outstanding. Orientation sessions were thorough and reassuring, covering safety, cultural expectations, and hospital dynamics in a way that made the transition into a new healthcare system feel manageable and exciting rather than overwhelming. Throughout the program, staff members were consistently available, responsive, and genuinely invested in our experience. Whether addressing logistical questions, health concerns, or simply checking in on how we were adjusting, their presence made a meaningful difference and created a strong sense of trust and community. Safety was clearly prioritized at every level. Transportation to and from clinical sites was reliable and well coordinated, housing was secure and comfortable, and clear guidance was provided on navigating the local environment responsibly. This allowed me to focus fully on learning and engagement rather than worry. Accommodations were welcoming and well maintained, offering a restorative space after long hospital days, and the food provided was both nourishing and culturally enriching, giving us the opportunity to experience local cuisine while meeting dietary needs. Clinically, the experience was transformative. Exposure to high-acuity cases and diverse patient populations in a resource-limited setting deepened my understanding of medicine, adaptability, and health equity. Despite demanding clinical environments, clinicians and mentors made time for teaching, discussion, and reflection. Case debriefs and guided conversations helped contextualize what we observed and strengthened my clinical reasoning. I gained invaluable insight into patient-centered care, interdisciplinary teamwork, and ethical decision-making in global health contexts. Importantly, the program emphasized respectful engagement with the community. Interns were encouraged to learn with humility, prioritize patient dignity, and understand the broader systemic challenges facing the healthcare system. The presence of the program supported busy clinical teams while fostering meaningful cross-cultural exchange. Overall, this internship reinforced my commitment to medicine and global health. It strengthened my cultural competence, resilience, and sense of purpose, and it was made exceptional by the dedication, compassion, and professionalism of the International Medical Aid staff and local clinicians. This experience will continue to shape my approach to healthcare, service, and learning moving forward. When I arrived in Mombasa, Kenya, to begin my clinical internship with International Medical Aid (IMA), I expected to gain experience in medicine, but I did not expect to feel so immediately immersed. On my first morning at Coast General Teaching and Referral Hospital, voices in the corridor found me before I found the ward: “Daktari, daktari!” The word—Swahili for “doctor”—warmed and unsettled me in equal measure. I wasn’t wearing a white coat, only IMA-branded scrubs, and I was not yet a doctor. But in that moment, the title wasn’t about qualifications; it was about need. “Daktari” carried a weight of expectation that followed me through every ward, every patient encounter, and every conversation. I rotated through the intensive care unit (ICU), emergency department, cardiology, and surgery, with overnight shifts in maternity when the ward was stretched thin. Over weeks, the hospital’s sounds and textures became my syllabus: the oxygen concentrator’s steady sigh, the antiseptic mingled with ocean air, the clink of enamel mugs as tired clinicians shared tea. I learned to say habari (how are you?), asante sana (thank you very much), pole and pole sana (I’m sorry/so sorry), tafadhali (please), samahani (excuse me), ndiyo (yes), hapana (no), kidogo (a little), and polepole (slowly). People smiled at my first crooked attempts and coached me kindly—“Sawa, daktari, polepole.” It mattered to them that I tried. It mattered to me that they let me. A question became inseparable from my days in the hospital: What have I learned—and how will I use it? My answer lives in stories: of scarce resources and stubborn hope, of ethical lines that felt like cliffs, of laughter shared over tea and cake during a ten-minute truce in an endless day, of a husband in a plastic chair at 3 a.m. asking me if everything would be okay and knowing I could not promise it would. These experiences clarified not only the kind of physician I want to be—clinically excellent and radical in empathy—but also the kind of advocate I must become for equity in global health (Afulani et al., 2021; Kinuthia et al., 2022; WHO, 2023). Being called daktari by patients was an honor, but it was also one of the most sobering experiences of my internship. In Canada, I am “Nia, the student.” In Mombasa, I was “Doctor,” simply because I wore a pair of scrubs and stood beside physicians. Patients would look at me expectantly, asking questions, sometimes holding out prescriptions for me to explain. Their trust was profound, but it also reminded me of the immense responsibility medicine carries. The most challenging moments came when Kenyan doctors asked me to do things far beyond my training. In the emergency department, a physician once handed me a syringe and said: “You give the injection — I will show you this one, and you will do the next patient.” I froze. I had never given an injection in my life. I explained that I wasn’t trained, and he smiled, a little surprised, but then proceeded to demonstrate. When he turned back to me, I shook my head. I had to refuse. He looked puzzled at first, but eventually nodded and moved on. That moment taught me two things. First, the scarcity of staff often pushes students into roles they are not prepared for, out of necessity rather than negligence. Second, I realized the importance of knowing my limits. Patient safety must always come before pride or the desire to fit in. The moment branded a lesson I will carry for a lifetime: in settings where task sharing is a pragmatic response to workforce shortages, clarity about scope and competence is an ethical anchor (Kinuthia et al., 2022; Okoroafor et al., 2023). Even without doing procedures, there was plenty I could do. I learned to read the room quickly, to fetch, translate, listen, soothe, count breaths, find a blood pressure cuff that almost fit, and—most of all—to communicate honestly. Briefly as I remember it, a senior physician offered an unforgettable lesson on empathy versus sympathy: “Sympathy stands beside the cliff and waves,” he said. “Empathy climbs down, sits on the ledge, and helps someone look up.” The next day he put me to the test: a family’s matriarch was failing, and we knew she was unlikely to survive the night. He asked me to speak with them first. I used the SPIKES framework—Setting, Perception, Invitation, Knowledge, Emotions, Strategy—pulling chairs into a circle, asking what they understood, inviting permission to share more, delivering information in short sentences, then letting silence do the rest before outlining next steps (Baile et al., 2000; Buckman, 2005). I did not tell them it would be okay. I told them we would not let her suffer and that we would stay. They wept; I listened. When we stood, the physician squeezed my shoulder and said, “Asante, daktari.” It was especially then that I realized how deeply I want to be a doctor who does not only prescribe but also accompanies (Jeffrey, 2016; Byrne et al., 2024). The ICU taught me the arithmetic of scarcity. Beds were almost always full; positions, too. Kenya has grown critical care capacity since 2020, but the distribution remains uneven, and functionality is a persistent challenge—by one national survey, more than a quarter of ICU beds were nonfunctional on the day of assessment (Barasa et al., 2020; Mwangi et al., 2023). On rounds I juggled vitals and vocabulary: pumua polepole—breathe slowly—repeated to a hypoxic patient as we watched an oxygen cylinder’s needle drift toward red. Families seldom entered the ICU; most waited outside or at home, a difference from many North American units where bedside family presence is standard. This wasn’t indifference; it was infrastructure and policy. And still, even behind glass, love found a way—caregivers pressing palms to doors, whispering their person’s name, and trusting us to be their hands for now. One night, we faced a quiet ethical storm. Four patients needed dialysis by dawn: an elderly man with septic AKI, a young teacher with rapidly rising potassium, a diabetic woman in pulmonary edema, and a middle-aged patient with chronic kidney disease who looked relatively stable. We had one machine available. By clinical urgency, the choice seemed clear. Yet the machine went to the one with the lowest immediate risk. A doctor muttered why: “She’s connected… a politician’s prostitute.” I felt my stomach turn. I had been reading about how procurement, politics, and favoritism can distort resource allocation in Kenyan health systems; now the literature had a face (EACC, 2023; Musiega et al., 2023; Munywoki et al., 2023). We stabilized who we could, improvised where we must, and documented everything. That night hardened my resolve to fight corruption and inequity as fiercely as I fight disease. It also pushed me deeper toward policy: devolution has created possibility and variation across Kenya’s 47 counties, but budget execution, cash flow, and procurement bottlenecks still undercut efficiency (Barasa et al., 2021; Musiega et al., 2023). Scarcity is not an abstraction in nephrology. In Kenya, chronic kidney disease affects millions, dialysis is expanding but remains unreachable for many, and transplant capacity meets only a fraction of need (Maritim, 2022; Japiong et al., 2023; Hathaway et al., 2023; Sawhney et al., 2024). That night, the human cost of those percentages sat at the edge of one bed, wrapped in a paper gown, waiting her turn that didn’t come. I want to be the kind of physician who refuses to accept a world where political proximity sets triage. I also want to be the kind of advocate who helps build systems where such choices never arise. The emergency department compressed hours into heartbeats. One evening a boy arrived listless, skin tented over his knuckles, his mother murmuring tafadhali as we lifted him. The chart said suspected cholera. I had read WHO updates about multi-country cholera surges and Kenya’s intermittent outbreaks; suddenly the textbook was on the gurney (WHO, 2024a; WHO, 2024b). We warmed fluids between our palms, counted capillary refill, measured stool in a basin the color of the sea—only thinner, crueler. When he finally sat up and sipped, his mother clasped my hands and said, “Asante sana.” I shook my head: hapana, pamoja—no, together. It was true. The nurse who found an elusive vein, the clinical officer who triaged quickly, the cleaner who changed the soiled sheets in seconds—medicine is choreography, and everyone had a step. In that same department, the cleavage between can and should appeared again in small ways. Could I interpret an ECG? Yes. Should I be the one to adjust a drip? No. Kenya’s Emergency Medical Care Policy and Strategy envision a coherent, universal emergency system; the WHO Basic Emergency Care curriculum is training first-contact providers to act fast and act right (Republic of Kenya, 2020; Lee et al., 2022; WHO, 2024c; Michaeli et al., 2023). I saw the promise—and the gap between policy and practice when volume surged. Strengthening emergency care is not a luxury; it is a multiplier for survival in trauma, sepsis, obstetrics, and cardiac crises. Cardiology days stitched physiology to story. I will never forget a gentle woman in her forties with poorly controlled hypertension and shortness of breath. She had missed clinic visits—money for transport had gone to school fees. Her ECG muttered strain, her ankles told the rest. I sat beside her and tried my Swahili: Tutapanga pamoja—we’ll plan together. The doctor drew a medicine grid with the colors of her cooking spices: red pill with lunch (chapati day), small white at bedtime (lala salama, sleep well). She laughed, promised to try, and pressed a warm orange into my hand from her bag when we were done. Across Kenya and globally, noncommunicable diseases are rising fast while specialist numbers remain thin; in settings like this, patient education is not a bonus but a therapy (World Heart Federation, 2023; Smit et al., 2020; Oguta et al., 2024). Another morning, I helped a young man with suspected rheumatic heart disease understand why stairs stole his breath. With the team’s okay, I only echoed what the physicians had already explained—nothing more—turning their guidance into quick sketches of valves in my IMA notebook while his friend filmed on a cracked phone. We spoke, strictly within those instructions, about prophylaxis and when to seek help if the chest began to thud like a drum; I made clear I wasn’t adding my own opinions, just passing along accurate information from his clinicians. He shook my hand with both of his and whispered, “Asante sana.” Teaching—faithful to the team’s advice—is a clinical intervention; in low-resource settings, it is sometimes the only one you can leave behind. Surgical days carried a ritual clarity—checklists, cleansing, exactness. After shadowing several operations and taking pages of notes, I followed the team to a break room with practically destroyed leather couches. Someone produced a dented tin and a flask. “You must try our tea and cake,” the doctor insisted, breaking the slice into generous pieces though everything was rationed—time, sutures, sanity. We joked about my Swahili and the way I said ndiyo like a question. We also spoke plainly about weight. One surgeon rubbed his eyes and said, “Sometimes I just want to get out of this place.” He didn’t mean Kenya; he meant the machinery of exhaustion: blocked procurement, too few hands, too many late-stage presentations. He was not cruel, only human. Studies from Kenya echo what I saw—burnout is real among providers, especially in high-acuity, under-resourced settings (Afulani et al., 2021; Lusambili et al., 2022). I could not blame him; I could only admire the way he scrubbed again ten minutes later and went back in. Those same surgeons modeled another kind of abundance. They let me stand a little closer, ask one more question, listen a little longer to a patient’s fear before anesthesia. When I thanked them, they shrugged. “We were also students,” they said. Then they handed me another piece of cake. It tasted like saffron and solidarity. On a night shift that still wakes me, a man found me outside the maternity ward. “Daktari, where is my wife?” His hands trembled. I had observed the birth and learned quickly: his wife had delivered a stillborn baby and was now hemorrhaging. She had lost roughly two litres. The team had rushed her to theatre for uterotonics and transfusion. He asked if she would be okay. I wanted to say yes. I could not. I remembered the lesson: empathy sits on the edge of the cliff. I sat with him in plastic chairs for an hour that felt like a day, using the best therapeutic communication I had—short sentences, honest pauses, simple words, pole sana—and I did not make promises. He told me this wasn’t the first time they had tried, how badly he wanted to become a father, how brave his wife was. He held his head and sobbed. I handed him tissues and spoke to the theatre when I could. When the nurse finally waved us closer and said the bleeding was controlled, he broke again—this time with relief, not joy. We had saved a life; we had also witnessed a loss that would live in the room for a long time. Postpartum hemorrhage is the leading cause of maternal mortality in Kenya, responsible for a staggering share of preventable deaths (Clarke-Deelder et al., 2023; WHO, 2023; Miller et al., 2024). Policy and innovation—from calibrated drapes to E-MOTIVE care bundles—are making a dent, but systems strain at three a.m. (Forbes et al., 2023; WHO, 2023). That night honed my understanding of what “advocacy” must mean for me: not speeches, but the slow, procedural work of ensuring blood is in the fridge, oxytocin is not expired, and referral roads are passable. I learned to see difference not as deficit but as context. Kenya’s health system is decentralized; counties hold power over budgets and hiring, yielding both innovation and inequity (Barasa et al., 2021). Emergency care policy is advancing but remains a patchwork in implementation; critical care capacity has expanded yet is uneven and sometimes nonfunctional; task sharing is both policy and necessity (Republic of Kenya, 2020; Mwangi et al., 2023; Kinuthia et al., 2022). These structural variances mattered in daily decisions—who got a bed; which lab test we could run; whether a consultant could be reached. Politics walked the corridors, too. I saw the best of it—county investments that opened new ICU wings—and the worst of it—procurement shortcuts that warped triage, whispers of favoritism, and morale that bent under both (EACC, 2023; Musiega et al., 2023). Culture threaded everything: family structures, faith, the communal cadence of waiting rooms, the hospitality of tea that no one could afford and everyone insisted you take. I also learned that language is a clinical tool. Saying pole at the right time with the right tone mattered as much as any manual skill I had. People corrected me gently—hapana, not hapoana—and then used my effort as a bridge to trust. Competence before confidence. In resource-limited settings, the temptation to “just do it” is real. I learned to hold the line, graciously and firmly. My future self will keep that boundary for patients’ sake and my own (International Medical Aid, 2025; Kinuthia et al., 2022; Okoroafor et al., 2023). Communication is care. Breaking bad news with the SPIKES framework, listening more than I spoke, and choosing empathy over sympathy are not soft skills; they are lifesaving ones. I will keep training this muscle, because it determines how patients endure what medicine cannot yet cure (Baile et al., 2000; Jeffrey, 2016; Byrne et al., 2024). Systems shape outcomes. Clinical excellence cannot outrun broken procurement, underfunded emergency systems, or nonfunctional ICU beds. My internship turned my interest into commitment: I will pair practice with policy, advocating for anti-corruption safeguards, budget transparency, and county-by-county strengthening (Barasa et al., 2021; EACC, 2023; Musiega et al., 2023). Equity is a clinical competency. Dialysis for the connected instead of the sickest is not only unjust; it is deadly. I want to help build guardrails—triage protocols, ethics support, and public accountability—that make fairness the default, not the miracle (Munywoki et al., 2023; Japiong et al., 2023; Maritim, 2022). Joy sustains the work. Tea and cake in a cramped break room were not trivial; they were resistance. Laughter over my rookie Swahili reminded me that hope is a renewable resource. I will carry that with me—and reciprocate it—for my teams and my patients. These lessons have already recharted my academic path. I am minoring in Global Peace and Social Justice to deepen my understanding of health equity, ethics, and policy. I seek coursework in health systems, anti-corruption in public procurement, emergency care strengthening, and community-centered research. Clinically, I envision a life as a traveling physician-scholar who rotates through hospitals like Coast General, supports county health teams, mentors trainees, and returns regularly—not as a parachute, but as a partner (International Medical Aid, 2025; Kinuthia et al., 2022; WHO, 2024c; Siegel et al., 2024). On my last week, a nurse in surgery pressed my hand and said, “When you come back, will you be a real doctor?” I swallowed. Ndiyo. Nitarudi. Yes. I will come back. I want to be the physician who hears “daktari, daktari” in a crowded corridor and knows both the science and the story behind the plea; who can titrate a drip and also sit in the dark with a husband while the theatre doors stay closed; who insists on ethical triage even when the room grows quiet; who fights for emergency systems that answer in minutes, not hours; who teaches in simple metaphors and shaky Swahili until a patient laughs and understands; who accepts cake and offers it; who returns. One day I hope to wear that word without hesitation—daktari—and to bring it back to the very wards that taught me what it means. Until then, I will study hard, listen harder, and carry Kenya with me into every exam room. Asante sana. All patient stories are de-identified and composite to protect privacy. Details altered or composited for confidentiality include: the exact sequence of the four dialysis candidates; the names, ages, and non-essential demographics of patients in emergency, cardiology, and maternity; and the particular phrasing of clinicians’ quotes (the sentiments are faithful to actual conversations). Specifics about procurement favoritism were reported to me verbally during a night shift and are presented here as a firsthand account consistent with published reports on health-sector corruption in Kenya (EACC, 2023; Munywoki et al., 2023). The scenes of tea and cake with surgeons, the SPIKES conversation with a family, turning down an injection at the bedside, being called “daktari” while in IMA scrubs, learning and using basic Swahili with patient interactions, and sitting with a husband during his wife’s postpartum hemorrhage are drawn directly from my internship experience.

My experience with International Medical Aid in Kenya was transformative, not only because of the extensive clinical exposure but also due to the rich cultural immersion. From the moment I arrived, the program mentor ensured that I felt safe and welcomed. Accommodations were comfortable and secure, and cultural treks and team-bonding activities fostered a strong sense of community with fellow interns and mentors while deepening my appreciation of Kenyan culture. By engaging with patients in the hospital, participating in clinic outreach to underserved communities, and interacting with young students during educational sessions, I witnessed the generosity and compassion of the community despite the significant hardships they faced. Shadowing in the hospital was invaluable, as doctors guided me through clinical presentations, diagnoses, and treatments while linking them to underlying pathophysiology, allowing me to bridge my academic knowledge with the real-world challenges of healthcare delivery in Kenya. One of the most striking cases I witnessed involved a pregnant woman with severe mitral stenosis who required an emergency cesarean section—the first surgery ever performed inside the ICU at Coast General Teaching and Referral Hospital. Systemic challenges common in resource-limited settings, including non-functional equipment and a shortage of trained staff, had delayed intubation overnight, leaving the baby without a heartbeat and placing the mother at risk of hypoxic brain injury by the time I arrived. These limitations ultimately forced clinicians to perform the c-section within the ICU, a decision that highlighted both the difficult trade-offs in patient safety and the resilience and ingenuity of providers working under immense pressure. During community outreach to rural areas, I met a teenage boy with osteosarcoma who presented with a large knee mass he initially believed was from a soccer injury. The doctors explained that amputation was the only available option, as both the financial burden and the lack of chemotherapy resources and training made limb-salvage treatment impossible in Kenya. Watching his tears and the worried faces of his family was deeply difficult, yet it became a profound lesson in empathy and the realities of delivering care in resource-limited settings. I also had the opportunity to observe the neurosurgery camp, where neurosurgeons from Germany traveled to Kenya to perform procedures and follow up on patients from previous years. During outpatient clinics, a neurosurgeon explained that their work has two sides: the heartbreak when patients arrive too late for treatment, and the hope and fulfillment of witnessing patients improve from the condition they initially presented with. The gratitude of families who previously had no access to specialized care is what motivates them to continue returning. Their work highlighted the power of global collaboration in medicine and showed me how compassion and cultural humility truly transcend borders. Overall, the strong support I received from mentors, the meaningful clinical immersion, and the kindness of the local community made this program an experience I will carry with me into my medical career. It not only strengthened my commitment to global health but also underscored the importance of adaptability and empathy in delivering care across diverse cultural and resource settings. but show the full text Thought for 1m 8s My experience with International Medical Aid in Kenya was transformative, not only because of the extensive clinical exposure but also due to the rich cultural immersion. From the moment I arrived, the program mentor ensured that I felt safe and welcomed. Accommodations were comfortable and secure, and cultural treks and team-bonding activities fostered a strong sense of community with fellow interns and mentors while deepening my appreciation of Kenyan culture. By engaging with patients in the hospital, participating in clinic outreach to underserved communities, and interacting with young students during educational sessions, I witnessed the generosity and compassion of the community despite the significant hardships they faced. Shadowing in the hospital was invaluable, as doctors guided me through clinical presentations, diagnoses, and treatments while linking them to underlying pathophysiology, allowing me to bridge my academic knowledge with the real-world challenges of healthcare delivery in Kenya. One of the most striking cases I witnessed involved a pregnant woman with severe mitral stenosis who required an emergency cesarean section—the first surgery ever performed inside the ICU at Coast General Teaching and Referral Hospital. Systemic challenges common in resource-limited settings, including non-functional equipment and a shortage of trained staff, had delayed intubation overnight, leaving the baby without a heartbeat and placing the mother at risk of hypoxic brain injury by the time I arrived. These limitations ultimately forced clinicians to perform the c-section within the ICU, a decision that highlighted both the difficult trade-offs in patient safety and the resilience and ingenuity of providers working under immense pressure. During community outreach to rural areas, I met a teenage boy with osteosarcoma who presented with a large knee mass he initially believed was from a soccer injury. The doctors explained that amputation was the only available option, as both the financial burden and the lack of chemotherapy resources and training made limb-salvage treatment impossible in Kenya. Watching his tears and the worried faces of his family was deeply difficult, yet it became a profound lesson in empathy and the realities of delivering care in resource-limited settings. I also had the opportunity to observe the neurosurgery camp, where neurosurgeons from Germany traveled to Kenya to perform procedures and follow up on patients from previous years. During outpatient clinics, a neurosurgeon explained that their work has two sides: the heartbreak when patients arrive too late for treatment, and the hope and fulfillment of witnessing patients improve from the condition they initially presented with. The gratitude of families who previously had no access to specialized care is what motivates them to continue returning. Their work highlighted the power of global collaboration in medicine and showed me how compassion and cultural humility truly transcend borders. Overall, the strong support I received from mentors, the meaningful clinical immersion, and the kindness of the local community made this program an experience I will carry with me into my medical career. It not only strengthened my commitment to global health but also underscored the importance of adaptability and empathy in delivering care across diverse cultural and resource settings. To provide additional context for why this Pre-Medicine Internship meant so much to me, I want to share the personal experiences and reflections that shaped how I approached this opportunity and what I learned through it. From a young age, I became acutely aware of the challenges of living with illness. As a child, I struggled with severe atopic eczema, which affected me physically and also introduced me to the emotional weight of managing a chronic condition. At sixteen, I was diagnosed with keratoconus—a progressive eye condition where the cornea thins and changes shape, leading to blurred vision. The exact cause of keratoconus remains uncertain, with both genetic and environmental factors implicated; in my case, it was suspected that repetitive eye rubbing due to chronic eczema contributed to the disease. Undergoing treatment to halt its progression was a formative experience and one of the first moments that truly drew my curiosity toward medicine. I became deeply interested in how diseases can arise from different etiologies yet converge in their pathophysiology, and I wanted to understand the mechanisms behind those connections. During middle and high school, I dedicated much of my energy to lifesaving sport. The hours of training instilled discipline, initiative, and a readiness to step into leadership roles—especially when preparing for basic life support scenarios. These experiences taught me teamwork, responsibility, and the ability to stay calm in moments of urgency. Together, my medical history and my training offered a glimpse into what a career in healthcare might involve. Still, at that time, those influences felt more like inspiration than conviction; while they sparked my admiration for medicine, I had not yet fully envisioned myself carrying the immense responsibility of caring for patients in a clinical setting. That perspective changed profoundly through my Pre-Medicine internship experience with International Medical Aid (IMA) in East Africa—one of the most transformative opportunities of my life. Immersing myself in a healthcare system so different from the one I knew in Canada not only deepened my understanding of medicine, but also reshaped how I think about what it means to serve as a healthcare provider. I witnessed the resilience of patients facing significant barriers to care, the ingenuity of clinicians working resourcefully with limited supplies, and the strength of community that was woven into daily life. These experiences challenged me to think critically about global health disparities, the importance of cultural humility, and the role of empathy and gratitude in clinical practice. More importantly, they gave me a clear and undeniable sense of direction: I want to dedicate myself to medicine—not only to treat patients, but also to contribute to bridging systemic inequities in healthcare. I invite you to follow along with my journey as I reflect on the knowledge and perspective I gained through this internship, and how these lessons will guide my path toward a career in healthcare. During my first week, I rotated through the intensive care unit (ICU), a critical care environment dedicated to managing patients with acute, life-threatening organ dysfunction. In Canada, where I am from, the closed model of care—intensivist-led management—is the standard. At Coast General Teaching and Referral Hospital (CGTRH), however, I experienced a more open model. Although medical officers were designated in ICU, patient management was largely directed by surgeons and primary physicians in the absence of intensivists. In conversations with staff, I was struck to learn that only one nurse in the unit had specialized in critical care. Beyond human resource challenges, equipment limitations also played a major role. For example, the blood gas analyzer—essential for monitoring critical respiratory conditions—was non-functional, and these systemic constraints were not abstract; they had direct and visible consequences for patients. One case left a lasting impression on me because it had never happened in the hospital before. A 31-week pregnant woman with severe mitral stenosis, complicated by heart failure and pulmonary edema, was admitted to the medical ICU following cardiology consultation. On the night prior to my observation, her oxygen saturation had dropped below 65%, and fetal distress was documented. At that time, the medical ICU lacked access to non-invasive oxygen delivery devices, and the blood gas analyzer was non-functional. Despite multiple indications for airway intervention, limited equipment and a shortage of trained personnel led to intubation being deferred overnight. When I arrived the following morning, the unit was in a state of urgency, with ongoing debate about whether to transfer the patient to the operating theatre. Given her critical status, disconnecting her from mechanical support for transfer was not feasible. She had already endured prolonged hypoxemia overnight, raising grave concern for hypoxic brain injury. As a result, an emergency cesarean section was performed in the ICU—the first surgical operation in the hospital’s history to be conducted in that setting, without standard infection-control infrastructure. That morning, no heart rate was detected on fetal assessment. Neonatal resuscitation with CPR was attempted but unsuccessful. After delivery, the mother experienced a period of profound hypotension, with persistently low perfusion pressures despite intensive resuscitative measures, before eventually stabilizing and surviving. This case illustrated both the complexity of critical care in resource-limited settings and the devastating consequences of systemic constraints. Beyond observing these systemic challenges, I also gained direct exposure to critical care procedures, including placement of a central line. A patient presented with hepatic encephalopathy in the setting of hepatic, hypovolemic, and septic shock—likely secondary to chronic alcohol use and underlying liver cirrhosis. The patient suffered cardiac arrest but was successfully resuscitated with CPR. A central venous catheter (CVC) was then inserted to provide rapid access to a major central vein for administration of medications and fluids. Vasopressors such as adrenaline (epinephrine), dopamine, or norepinephrine were administered to restore adequate blood pressure and perfusion to vital organs by constricting blood vessels, as the patient remained in a state of shock. Inotropes were also considered when low cardiac output was present. The catheter was primed with heparinized saline to prevent clot formation. I learned that a triple lumen central line has three ports, and that the distal (blue) port provides the closest access to the right atrium—one reason it is used for vasoactive medication and central venous pressure monitoring. In this patient, the CVC was inserted via the subclavian vein for palliative care, as this site offers longer-term access due to thicker surrounding soft tissue and carries a lower infection risk compared to femoral and internal jugular sites. Aside from clinical learning, I also witnessed a case involving mob justice—where community members collectively punish a suspected offender outside the formal legal system. The patient I encountered in the ICU had sustained extensive burns as a result. Cases like this underscore deep societal distrust in law enforcement and the judiciary, often fueled by perceptions of corruption and impunity. Immersed in the intensity of the ICU, I came to appreciate that empathizing—rather than simply sympathizing—with patients’ families is crucial for effective care. Sympathy can cloud clinical judgment and decision-making, especially in sensitive discussions like signing a do-not-resuscitate (DNR) order or explaining a poor prognosis. I observed this challenge in cases ranging from a patient dying of a pulmonary embolism to a cerebral malaria patient in a coma for several days. These experiences showed me how empathy allows physicians to acknowledge emotions while maintaining clarity, objectivity, and professionalism. Similarly, during a community medical outreach clinic to underserved populations, I witnessed the importance of strong collaboration with local communities in providing accessible and compassionate care. One patient remains vivid in my memory: a teenage boy who presented with a progressively enlarging, painful lump around his knee. He initially thought the swelling was from a minor soccer injury, but Dr. Katana, whom I shadowed, had to explain that it was osteosarcoma. While limb-salvage surgery has become the standard of care worldwide, amputation remains the predominant surgical practice in much of Africa. Watching tears well up in this young boy’s eyes as he processed the reality of amputation was heartbreaking. The moment brought to mind my visit to Bombolulu Workshop, where I learned how cultural stigma around disability can intensify psychosocial burden. This experience underscored the importance of building emotional resilience while staying grounded in empathy. During my second week in the surgery department, I learned extensively about medical terminology and surgical procedures. This week coincided with a neurosurgery camp, where neurosurgeons from the SAWUBONA Foundation (Germany) visited to perform procedures and follow up on patients from previous years. With less than 1% of the world’s neurosurgeons serving the African continent, neurosurgical cases are an emerging public health concern. I was struck by how critical it is to exchange knowledge globally and build local capacity to advance neurosurgical care across Africa. My week in surgery began in the outpatient clinic, where I engaged directly with patients, observed clinical assessments in practice, and listened to patients describe their experiences confronting disease. I observed a patient with cervical myelopathy undergoing reflex testing, where hyperreflexia (an exaggerated knee-jerk response) served as a key clinical sign. In contrast, I was taught about the relevance of myelomalacia—an MRI finding reflecting spinal cord softening due to compression. Importantly, patients can present clinically with cervical myelopathy even without visible myelomalacia on MRI, and conversely, myelomalacia can appear when clinical signs are subtle or absent. This reinforced that understanding disease requires actively capturing the clinical picture and integrating—rather than confusing—signs and imaging findings. While shadowing Dr. Degiannis from Germany, I encountered a patient who had undergone resection of a pilocytic astrocytoma a year prior and now presented with a new lesion at the original tumor site. The patient remained seizure-free post-surgery, and histological analysis again showed no atypia or mitotic activity—consistent with a low-grade pilocytic astrocytoma—suggesting residual or recurrent disease rather than a new glioma. Unlike diffuse low-grade gliomas that can transform aggressively, pilocytic astrocytomas rarely progress to higher grades. Even with this relatively reassuring pathology, I observed the difficult decisions the surgeon had to make, especially in a setting where chemotherapy and radiotherapy are nonexistent and remain financially out of reach for many patients despite the oncology department at CGTRH. As Dr. Degiannis explained, outcomes often fall at two extremes: some patients arrive too late for treatment and face a poor prognosis, while others experience remarkable recoveries after surgery. I witnessed this spectrum firsthand—from an elderly patient who underwent lumbar decompression and fusion and later regained the ability to stand independently, to a child with an encephalocele who overcame ataxia and was able to walk with stability. Dr. Degiannis described these moments as joyful and fulfilling, and emphasized that they are why he continues providing care in settings where neurosurgeons are scarce. In the operating theatre, I observed craniotomy and tumor resection for various intracranial tumors. One particularly challenging case involved a giant pituitary macroadenoma with suprasellar extension. Unlike typical pituitary adenomas that are removed via a transsphenoidal approach, this surgery required a craniotomy and entry into the ventricle for safe aspiration. The tumor was soft and easily aspiratable, consistent with a benign adenoma, but its superior boundary was unclear. The surgeons encountered a thin layer over the tumor and could not immediately determine whether it was the tumor’s pseudocapsule or the diaphragma sellae—the dural layer forming the roof of the sella. Removing the diaphragma forcefully could cause a cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) leak or damage critical structures such as the optic apparatus or hypothalamus. Although intraoperative assessment (visual inspection, tactile evaluation, gentle suction, and observation of CSF pulsations) was used to distinguish capsule from diaphragm, it was unlikely that the entire tumor was resected. This case highlighted the importance of meticulous surgical technique and real-time intraoperative judgment, and it inspired me to deepen my understanding of neuroanatomy. I also cannot conclude my surgery week without emphasizing pediatric hydrocephalus. Hydrocephalus is highly prevalent in Kenya, partly due to limited prenatal screening and folic acid supplementation, which increases the risk of neural tube defects. Children often present with complications such as meningitis, and because Kenya is a high TB-burden country, infectious diseases must also be considered as contributing factors. To manage these cases, an external ventricular drain (EVD) was placed to temporarily drain CSF, relieve intracranial pressure, and obtain CSF for diagnostic infection testing. The procedure involved creating a small burr hole, opening the dura, and advancing a catheter 1–2 cm into the lateral ventricle. CSF can appear clear if normal or cloudy if infection is present. This step stabilizes the patient before a definitive procedure, such as ventriculoperitoneal (VP) shunt placement. EVD also allows CSF sampling for culture or PCR to ensure no acute infection is present before proceeding with a VP shunt. During VP shunt placement, CSF is diverted from the ventricle to the peritoneal cavity, where it can be safely absorbed. One case stood out in particular: isolated dilation of the left temporal horn, which required two shunts. Hydrocephalus can be classified as noncommunicating (obstruction within the ventricular system) or communicating (impaired CSF absorption). The case I observed represented an extreme localized form of noncommunicating hydrocephalus, where the affected ventricular compartment becomes sealed off from the rest of the CSF system. This rare presentation often occurs due to post-infectious scarring or post-hemorrhagic fibrosis. By the end of this extensive neurosurgery exposure, my curiosity about neuroanatomy had grown more than ever—along with an even deeper understanding of why global collaboration matters. During the third week, I rotated in internal medicine after requesting a change from pediatrics. I had met Dr. Faruk during a clinical outreach, and his passion for teaching and thorough explanations inspired me to learn from him. In internal medicine, morning rounds were conducted with Dr. Faruk, where a group of interns followed him while medical officers presented their patients. Although crowded rounds are not common in North America, in Kenya this approach was necessary given the level of medical training. I appreciated being part of the intense atmosphere as Dr. Faruk rigorously tested medical officers on diagnosis, management plans, and broader medical knowledge. His questions spanned multiple specialties and consistently emphasized pathophysiology and how drugs act to alleviate disease. He often reminded us that as doctors we are constantly reading, forgetting, and relearning—and that even brief daily study is essential to keep clinical knowledge alive, a habit I intend to maintain. Possibly influenced by neurosurgery camp, I will share one in-depth diagnostic challenge discussed repeatedly by Dr. Faruk that week: a suspected tuberculoma. The patient was admitted with neurological symptoms including progressive leg weakness, episodes of unconsciousness, recurrent vomiting, and convulsions. MRI revealed extensive vasogenic cerebral edema, obliteration of the ventricular system, and a significant midline shift—raising concern that untreated intracranial pressure could progress to brainstem herniation. The initial suspicion was tuberculoma, a granulomatous CNS lesion due to an immune response to Mycobacterium tuberculosis, based on two ring-enhancing lesions on MRI and the patient’s TB history. From there, I was drawn into the essence of internal medicine: evidence-based evaluation and differential diagnosis, acknowledging multiple possible diseases with similar presentations and working to distinguish them by underlying pathology. PCR for TB was inconclusive, HIV serology was negative (despite HIV being a major risk factor for TB), and the white blood cell pattern—elevated neutrophils and reduced lymphocytes—did not strongly support tuberculoma. With limited evidence, attention turned to distinguishing the lesion from metastases and primary brain tumors. Metastasis was considered given the patient’s age, though there was no known malignancy history. A primary brain tumor such as glioblastoma was also considered, though two separate lesions would be unusual. Dr. Faruk suggested a brain biopsy, but it was not recommended due to high intracranial pressure and the risk of spreading infection if the lesion were an abscess. Later that week, a colonoscopy revealed something suspicious, but before confirmation could be reached, the patient passed away—leaving the underlying cause unknown. Kenya is undergoing an epidemiological transition, where infectious diseases remain prominent while non-communicable conditions continue to rise. At the bedside, this reality is complex. The patient above had battled TB yet also carried epilepsy and what may have been an untreated malignancy. This double burden places families under major financial strain and stretches an already overburdened healthcare system, where layered illness complicates both diagnosis and management. In the internal medicine ward, this shift was reflected in the range of commonly encountered cases: acute decompensated heart failure, hypertensive emergencies, acute decompensated liver disease, and multiple myeloma. This trend became even more evident during my final-week rotation in the emergency department. While pediatric emergencies were dominated by communicable conditions such as pneumonia, sepsis, meningitis, and gastroenteritis with dehydration, I was surprised by how often adult emergencies were driven by non-communicable disease—more frequently than trauma, which I initially expected to predominate. One emergency department case remains with me. CPR was attempted on a patient for over ten minutes. As resuscitation continued and no circulation was detected in his foot, I realized he had passed away. His wife collapsed beside him in grief. He had a long history of uncontrolled hypertension, which damaged renal vasculature over time, leading to chronic kidney disease and eventually end-stage renal disease. He required hemodialysis, but financial constraints prevented consistent treatment. Severe electrolyte disturbances, including hyperkalemia and metabolic acidosis, likely triggered arrhythmias that progressed from ventricular tachycardia to ventricular fibrillation, prompting resuscitation. This case highlighted the consequences of limited health literacy around non-communicable disease, poor medication adherence, and the financial barriers that prevent access to essential therapies and follow-up care. Finally, seeing an unconscious patient brought into emergency following a suicide attempt with paracetamol poisoning reinforced that mental health cannot be ignored. Being involved in mental health education for secondary school students reinforced for me how important education is for improving community health literacy. It also reminded me of the value of offering support, sharing perspective, and being someone who listens—qualities I intend to carry forward as I take on greater leadership roles in my community. Experiencing international healthcare collaboration in Kenya was deeply inspiring. From the neurosurgery camp organized by the SAWUBONA Foundation in Germany to the establishment of the medical ICU at CGTRH through support from JICA, I witnessed dedication and expertise that truly transcend borders. Every time I introduced myself, doctors noticed my Japanese background and eagerly shared their experiences, expressing appreciation for doctors from Japan who worked with them during the challenging COVID-19 period. It made me proud of my background and inspired me to one day serve underserved communities similarly—collaborating with cultural sensitivity, sharing expertise that is valued and empowering, and contributing to lasting development of local healthcare systems. Beyond shaping my ambitions, my time in Kenya profoundly reshaped me as a person. One of the most powerful lessons I gained was a deeper recognition of gratitude. Being in a setting where resources were scarce yet generosity flowed freely gave me perspective on privileges I often take for granted. Whether it was patients sharing their stories or students welcoming me openly, I was struck by compassion and kindness that persisted despite hardship. Their resilience redefined what I believe is most essential in life: meaningful human connections, bonds of community, and the ability to appreciate what we already have. Reflecting on these experiences, I see how closely they connect to the personal health challenges and curiosity about medicine that first shaped my journey. Just as navigating my own illnesses ignited a desire to understand disease and provide meaningful care, my time in Kenya deepened my appreciation for empathy, cultural insight, and the responsibility of serving others with humility. These lessons strengthened my resolve to pursue medicine not merely as a profession, but as a lifelong commitment to addressing healthcare disparities, supporting communities, and continually learning from diverse perspectives. I am deeply grateful to the friends and colleagues I met from around the world through this program, as well as the doctors, medical officers, nurses at Coast General Teaching and Referral Hospital, and the program mentors who taught me and offered new perspectives. The medical knowledge I gained, along with the opportunity to immerse myself in healthcare in Kenya, is an experience I will carry with me throughout my continued studies in medicine.