I will never forget the 19-year-weak who died after she endured an abortion performed with the spoke of a bicycle wheelIt was a cold,rainy, early morning. The rain had started late that night and the downpour was torrential. I had been awake through it all studying for an exam and was approximately to get some sleep. Just as my head hit the pillow, or an ambulance siren tore into the night and grew louder and louder. I turned in the bed hoping for it to be something else. I was the physician on call and it had been largely uneventful so far at the hospital where I was working in southern Nigeria. I got out of bed.Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com