Blogs & Stories

Before I could see him, I could hear his screams coming towards us through the fabric of the field clinic tent. Carried in a standard issue dark thermal blanket by four young men; he was in tears, screaming and writhing in agony. We placed him...

A mother fleeing mass killings was raped by a soldier in the chaos of a country at civil war, and was shunned by her family and community on returning home during a tenuous ceasefire. She had no education to support herself to overcome poverty or...

Our team in Kabo was a mix of nine different nationalities, with different cultures and personalities, and most of them were fluent in French and I wasn’t. But we’re all flexible enough to meet each other halfway. They are tough but at the same time...

I could no longer count the times I was put in a stressful situation as part of my job at MSF. For this mission alone, I had to survive crossing borders, understanding many languages, getting used to time changes, and dealing with days of waiting...

I left the Philippines on 24 September 2015 to get to my new project at the Central African Republic, my second mission with MSF. Although I was excited, I still felt the butterflies, anxious of the uncertain, of not knowing what to expect when I...