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Why I Hijacked My Sister's Blog (Guest Post)

On August 15, 2014, a friend (also my co-worker) emailed to see how my family in Nigeria was doing when she heard it had spread there. Below was my response (written on August 16 th ) and it answers why I partially hijacked my sister’s blog… I initially tried to use the Note function on Facebook but it didn’t seem to be working so I gave up and just wrote in dependable Microsoft Word – this reminds me to give a special shout out to the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation for donating money ($50 million) and services to the Ebola epidemic.  –TAI Thanks for always being so sweet... I have mixed emotions about it all: sad, hopeful, bitter, guilty, relieved, confused, and honestly...  terrified ... I think the scary answer is that only time will tell. What is known is that Guinea, Liberia, and Sierra Leone have been struggling with this crisis a long time and any numbers reported are underestimations. For Nigeria, it's so new and yet has the potential to be disastrous. It

The Problem with Ebola, Part 2

More thoughts from my sister about Ebola. --B :-) The Problem with Ebola, Part 2                                                                         October 2, 2014 [May] the L ord turn his face toward you and give you peace. – Numbers 6:26 Ebola is especially terrifying to people, EVERYwhere around the world. As a doctor, I was reflecting, the ER was one of my most dreaded places because anything (i.e., any virus, bacteria) could show up and for at least a period of time, you were exposed to them. After you assess someone and then later fear they may have Tuberculosis (TB), you get a little/lot nervous (this is the year my TB skin test will turn positive, I would think) or learn that the person you are caring for with/without gloves has Hep C/B/HIV (let's not even get to the accidental finger sticks). I even remember taking care of a pregnant woman who was sick and turned out to be H1N1 flu positive (during the year it was viewed with most fear)... I washed my han