The other day I took a refugee friend to the doctor for follow-up to injuries she received in a recent car accident. I introduced myself as her friend, but the staff saw me as a translator. I only know about 2 words of Somali, so I cannot translate anything. It is a good thing that my friend and I have our own way of communicating, part English and part Charades. She speaks and understands some English, but things are so different in the doctor’s office. The staff at Campbell Clinic did so much to make our visit a good experience. The man in Radiology assigned a lady to take x-rays for us, and invited me to join them in case she had questions. I was able to explain some things to her a little better and helped her pose for her “pictures”. The doctor was very prompt and kind, showing us the x-rays and explaining everything very well. Thankfully the doctor confirmed that my friend had no broken bones and is healing appropriately. I was so glad my friend did not have to make her visit alone. I can only imagine being in a new country where I do not understand half of what is being said to me. Well, I actually have had that experience, but not in a doctor’s office where everything has importance. I am also thankful for doctors and other medical professionals who are kind and sensitive to the needs of refugees. I wish all refugees had a friend to walk with them through unfamiliar experiences and make things a little easier.
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