In 2021, we helped 11,905 patients in our six regular clinics plus 2,873 through our medical outreach missions for a total of 14,778 people served. See a breakdown below:
Arthur and Esther Bradley Memorial Anglican Hospital in Gidan Waya required some updates because of the growing number of patients since opening this new hospital in 2018.
We dedicated this new hospital in 2018. It is the only medical facility in a small city of about 40,000 people and also serves a region of small rural villages.
Over 10m people fell ill with tuberculosis world wide, 1.4m died of TB and 465,000 were diagnosed with drug resistant TB in 2019 only, a public health crisis!
The Rural Doctor with Dr. Okeme partnered with Kateri Medical Services to present a two day sensitization and awareness day for World Tuberculosis.
What an amazing December being blessed with the survival of mother and child and seeing Bangeskiya thrive! Our community is terrorized by social vices but we are keeping up with COVID19.
Click below to see me bleeding myself to optimize my patients!
By Dr. Arome Okeme, Chief Medical Officer
The Arthur and Esther Bradley Memorial Anglican Hospital in Gidan Waya
In April of 2018, we opened our third clinic The Arthur and Esther Bradley Memorial Anglican Hospital in Gidan Waya in the Diocese of Kafanchan, Nigeria. Since that time, the patient demand has grown and, at peak periods, there is not enough bed space for all of the patients.
By Dr. Arome Okeme
It was about 10.20pm when they came in. The mother was looking distraught and shaken, while the father, a young man in probably his mid 20s, concealed his emotions, although beneath the veneer of his calmness, I could sense he was frightened. He held the little raggedy looking child in his arms passionately. The two were a beauty to behold. This was their only child and judging from their countenance, they were terrified of the possibility of losing her.
I was wasted, exhausted, drained, famished and fagged out. All I wanted was a shower, something to eat and the warmth of my bed. I had just finished a long stretch of resuscitating the head-injured young man from a road accident.
Written by Dr. Okeme Arome Romey
Raymond came to our clinic in Gidan Waya, barely able to breathe. He managed a smile. His feet up to the thighs were massively swollen. My fingers dug deep into them leaving behind their prints. His nostrils flared. When I listened to his heart it was wrapped in a blanket of murmurs. The lung fields, especially the lower parts, were like fine waves from the silent gushes of waters from the sea reaching for the shores in a cool calm thick night. He was drowning in his own fluid.