I’m Cathy: a nurse, a Kinship United alumna, and someone who’s had the privilege of helping organize six medical camps [last] year. Every camp is different, held in different locations across our Kinship Home communities, but each one teaches me the same powerful truth:
Some people don’t just give. They change the way others experience hope.
And if you’re reading this, you’re probably one of those people.
The Quiet Power of Showing Up
Most people don’t rush toward problems. They don’t lean in when it would be easier to look away.
But you do.
You’re the kind of person who believes no one should have to suffer alone. Someone who understands that dignity and hope aren’t luxuries. They’re necessities.
You don’t need applause. You just want to know that what you do matters.
And it does.
More than you can imagine.
The Morning of November 19, 2025
This time, we brought the medical outreach to Bakka Kinship, a rural community where families often walk long distances just to reach basic care. When I stepped through the compound that morning, I had to pause.
Elderly men leaning on canes.
Mothers with babies tied to their backs.
Children trying so hard to be brave.
Teenagers hiding pain behind practiced smiles.
Some had walked for miles. Some had been living with treatable illnesses for years.
But they came because deep down, they hoped someone would remember them.
Inside, our team was already setting up long wooden tables covered with medicine:
Boxes. Bottles. Blister packs.
Quiet promises of healing. Promises that exist because of people like you.
The Lives You Touched Without Being There
More than 300 people received treatment that day. But two faces have stayed with me.
Amina: The Mother Who Finally Heard “Yes”
Amina arrived exhausted, her youngest asleep against her shoulder, her older son walking beside her with weary, quiet eyes. She clutched her referral slip tightly, afraid she might be turned away again.
When I told her the treatment would be covered, her knees actually weakened. She exhaled a trembling breath she’d been holding for months.
She wasn’t just relieved, she was seen.
She was finally told “yes.”
And that “yes” belonged to you.
Daniel: The Boy Who Ran Again
Daniel, ten years old, limped beside his father, fighting tears from the pain in his infected foot. He told the doctor he used to race his friends every evening, but lately he could only watch from the sidelines.
After he received antibiotics and proper care — care you made possible — the doctor smiled and said:
“You’ll be running again soon.”
Daniel’s eyes widened.
“Really?” he whispered.
And just like that, childhood returned to his face.
You didn’t see his grin. But you made it happen.
More than Medicine
At every camp — and especially this one — I’m reminded that we’re not just treating illnesses.
We’re restoring dignity to the elderly.
We’re restoring strength to mothers.
We’re restoring childhood to children.
We’re restoring hope to people who thought they’d been forgotten.
And people like you are at the center of that restoration.
Every time.
What Comes Next
Our next medical outreach is already in motion. We’ll be heading to a community where the nearest clinic is many miles away. A place where families have been waiting since they heard that help is coming.
I keep imagining the faces we’ll meet:
The grandmother who hasn’t had her blood pressure checked in years.
The father rationing his medicine to make it last.
The children who will walk in shy and walk out smiling.
And I think of you.
Because the next outreach will bring moments we can’t predict, the kind that stay with you forever. And once again, you’ll be part of every single one of them.
Stay with us.
Something meaningful is about to happen again.
And I can’t wait to share the stories that unfold next.
Written with Cathy, Nurse and Kinship United Alumna in Uganda
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