On July 26, I was having dinner with friends in San Antonio when an international call came in. I answered to hear the calm, quiet, tired voice of my friend Kent Brantly, who had phoned me eight days earlier to see whether I knew anyone who could go to Liberia and help at the ELWA Hospital in Monrovia for a few weeks. Kent and his colleagues were growing weary. He had left his general duties and was directing the Ebola isolation unit, overseeing the facility’s response to the worsening epidemic in West Africa. He was not asking me to send a doctor to help care for Ebola patients; he just needed someone who could take his place in the call rotation and provide a little relief for the other doctors.… Seguir leyendo »
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