I'm really really enjoying my rotation at Liverpool Women's Hospital. Today, I finished up at Neonatology which was a pity because you have some degree of attachment to Baby So-and-So. They are so young, some of them literally just a few hours old and yet, are fighting so hard just to make it past the first 24 hours, the first week, the first couple of kilograms. I praise God that they are actually in a place where they get the best of what medicine has to offer them.

I know I'm going non-stop about the hospital but it really is different. An old man actually plays beautiful lilting melodies on a harp in the afternoon in the reception area everyday. I found that he's not hired and he plays because he wants to, because of the person he is. There is a kind of genuineness and raw sincerity which I've come to acknowledge and love. Its not just found in this particular hospital but in the city of Liverpool and its people.