Group on Signal Hill

Group on Signal Hill
Back row: Avery, Kelsey, Ainsley, Patrick, Wylie, Erin, Ethan, Janiel, Larissa: Third Row: Tekowa, Anna, Audrey, Jerard, Andrew, Carl, Allie; Second Row: Elise, Aimee, Vara, Carolyn, Melissa, Morgan, Liz, Erica, JR; Front Row: Savitri, Brianna, Sharon, Lindsay, Andrea

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As anyone who has participated in this program will attest, there are no words or pictures that can begin to adequately capture the beauty of the scenery or hospitality of the people in Cape Town. Therefore, this blog is merely intended to provide an overview of the program and a glimpse at some amazing adventures and life-changing experiences had by the students and staff of this program who have traveled together as co-educators and companions on the journey. As Resident Director and Faculty Advisor since 2008 it has been a privilege and honor to accompany an incredible variety of wonderful UConn students to a place we have all come to know and love.

In peace, with hope, Marita McComiskey, PhD


19 February 2013

Morgan is inspired and hopeful


Do you know what defeat looks like? Have you ever seen a fully grown woman assaulted by her husband, being asked by a doctor to strip down and have her bruises inspected? Have you ever witnessed a 2 week old baby struggling to breath? Have you ever felt the pain in the shaky hands of an elderly woman dealing with the recovery of breast cancer, as well as Parkinson’s disease? I have seen these forms of defeat. But from defeat I have begun to learn the importance of hope.

I am now in the second week of my internship and I see a variety of cases every day (which I love)! When we spoke with the woman who had been assaulted, she had the strength to file a report and go see a social worker, seeking help and holding hope in her heart. When I witnessed an innocent young baby taking very fast and shallow breaths, and watched his parents be told that he must go to the emergency room, I saw the protection, defiance, and hope in the cradling arms of two parents. And when we had to perform a physical exam on this elderly woman who had come alone to the clinic, could barely stand on her own, had recently had a mastectomy and a lumpectomy, and needed help getting up onto the bed and removing her clothing, I could see the hope in her eyes for a better tomorrow.

The best moments I had today were sharing smiles with that elderly woman, especially because we both spoke very different languages but had found a way to share our emotions with one another, and speaking with, shadowing, and learning from our director at the clinic, Sister C (as we lovingly enjoy calling her). I find I am inspired by this nurse practitioner as she takes shit from no one, but has a secret and enormous compassionate side. One of her first questions to our group of interns was if our families and homes were okay after Hurricane Sandy. Who even remembers the names of these natural disasters, especially halfway across the world?

What I feel right now is inspired and hopeful, despite these quick to assume signs of defeat I have seen. And I’m beginning to believe that viewing my experiences through this lens is something very important in South Africa…that despite all the pain and the suffering there is in this country, people here still believe in God, their communities, one another, love, hope, trust (truly intangible things) and are creating an inspirational and hopeful culture that I respect and am only just beginning to learn from.

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