Along with my partner, I met a new health worker last week – an oncologist.
I felt a now familiar mix of dread and hope as we listened to what he had to say.
His efficient approach was a breath of fresh air compared to the disorganised communication we've had with other medics.
In drought-stricken Eastern Africa, where children are dying, nobody cares much about how doctors communicate.
All that matters is that they save lives. Please sign the petition to help.
I'm tagging Liz, Tara, Becky, Laura and Erica to blog about this too.






