I first saw beatrice in the crowd
of people outside our patient screening at Liberia's JFK hospital.
As did the many others waiting in
early morning heat, beatrice had come to see our surgeons, hoping
for a free surgery and a new life.
She cringed as my eyes fell upon
her, she held a blue, terry cloth towel over her face, hiding
what I knew would be a large tumor. I prayed it was benign.
Inside, at our mobile pathology station,
the biopsy provided good news and beatrice was scheduled for
surgical intervention onboard the Anastasis.