More travelling today as I accompanied Ruth to the airport at 5am. Once she had been safely guided into the airport by our helpful taxi driver, I returned to the Baptist Missionary Society (BMS) Hostel, where we had been staying.… Continue reading

Friday was Republic Day across India, and we began with the ceremony in front of the main hospital building. All the nursing students and most of the staff, form a large circle facing the entrance to the Emergency Department. It… Continue reading

On Thursday evening we were asked to gather at the Nursing School at 6pm. Those who have been to KSN before know what is in store. First we had a beautiful programme of dancing and singing, prepared by the nursing… Continue reading

Today was my friend Ruth’s last day, so when we were invited to the home of Sister Ajunta, Superintendent of Nursing at KSN hospital, we thought it was a chance for them to say goodbye to Ruth. However, I was… Continue reading

My friend Ruth’s time at KSN is coming to an end, with tomorrow being her last full day. We decide to celebrate her time here by sharing a meal together in the CAFORD (church action for rural development) canteen with… Continue reading

Today four of our group set off for Purulia at 6.30am. Our aim was two-fold. The first was to visit a hospital run by The Leprosy Mission. Leprosy has been an interest of mine for over 40 years, and this… Continue reading

Yesterday afternoon Ruth and I paid another visit to Marshal Duar Girls’ Hostel. This time we took lots of activity books, pens, pencils and crayons, which Ruth had brought wih her. From the youngest (5) to the eldest (16) all… Continue reading

For the lab workers among you I thought you might be interested to see this example of sample processing KSN style. No lab numbers, sometimes no labelling of the sample, or at least the daughter containers. The china cup containing… Continue reading

This afternoon I visited my “daughters” at the Marshal Duar Girls’ Hostel. From the Guest Bungalow where I am staying I can see the entrance porch of the Hostel, and the girls often wave to me or call to me… Continue reading

The rain started at about 9am and continued into the late afternoon. It was not proper tropical rain – more like English drizzle. At tiffin in the afternoon, the kitchen staff took pity on us and invited to sit in… Continue reading