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Joined August 2012
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Update: we've raised UGX 22.5M (11.3%) towards Dr. Katende's UGX 200M kidney transplant goal. 🙏 Today, the doctor is the patient. Give, share, and stand with him. #SaveDrKatende
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Life can be cruel 😒, Dr. @Katendefredi 

Lost a sister last year, Mother in Feb 2026 and Father in Oct 2026. 
Help us save Dr Katende 🙏 Every coin Every Penny will count.
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A young doctor is in need of our help🙏 This is someone I have looked up to while in medical school. Any support to this call is welcome.🙏
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LET US STAND WITH OUR JUNIOR COLLEAGUE, DR. KATENDE FREDRICK The Association of Anesthesiologists of Uganda (AAU) calls upon colleagues, friends, partners and the general public to support Dr. Katende Fredrick in his urgent fight against end-stage kidney disease. Our colleague urgently needs a kidney transplant, and every contribution brings him closer to receiving this life-saving treatment. Please support him through the contribution channels provided on the flyer. Every amount counts. Every act of kindness matters. Together, we can make a difference and help save a life.
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Every shilling counts please support Dr.Frederick Katende
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📢 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 (𝐒𝐂𝐃) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐂𝐃𝐬. Deadline: 13 July 2026 🔗 Learn more: som.mak.ac.ug/call-for-appli…
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🎙️ Episode 9 done and dusted!Thank you to our amazing speakers and everyone who tuned in for an insightful discussion on Mental Health in the Digital Era 🧠🌍. Your voices, insights, and engagement made it impactful.@FmKampala @JimmyLubango @Annanyisomeh @DonZaneMuwanguz
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This Sunday, we discuss Mental Health in the Digital Era 🧠🌍—exploring the impact of social media, technology, and the digital world on our wellbeing. Join us for an insightful conversation with @JimmyLubango @Annanyisomeh @DZmuwanguzi live on @FmKampala |4:00pm–6:00pm
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Let’s advocate for inclusion beyond policies and posters #JamesNtege
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That Ministry of Health suggestion that medical interns should work for free, or that medicine should be extended to 6 years specifically to make internship unpaid without any consideration, made me feel so much pain in my heart. I always ask myself: why do fellow doctors always wish the worst for their colleagues? You literally know what it means to be an intern, working 36 hours nonstop. We have seen interns fall into severe depression due to stress. You know that medical internship is more stressful than military training. I understand the public saying anything, they don’t know, but you know how much pain one goes through. In medical school, fellow doctors will want to fail you and see you repeat a year, yet medicine is already 5 years and very stressful. Still, they find so much happiness in seeing others suffer, as long as you are a colleague. I am deeply disappointed in you, lecturers who know what 5 years of medicine means, yet still fail medical students without serious cause, often out of malice. Research supervisors who know that most master’s programs are 2 years and part-time, while medical programs are 3+ years full-time, yet still try to make others repeat, not because they are incapable, but out of spite. You disappear when students need you most to complete their research. During my internship, we had no weekends, no public holidays, and had to do a minimum of two night shifts every week. Shifts were 36 hours. For example, you start Monday morning, do ward rounds with seniors until about 3:00 PM. After that, interns remain to implement everything discussed. Those on night duty continue until morning without sleep, managing a full ward with very limited staff. By morning, seniors do not allow you to leave until you join the next ward round. So after 24+ hours, you continue working the entire day and only leave in the evening, just to rest briefly and start again the next day. Most times, the following day you are in clinic, seeing so many patients that your brain feels overwhelmed. I remember once falling asleep in front of a patient because I was extremely exhausted, every part of me felt drained. Now imagine doing all this and still having to worry about finding food. I had a business that was doing well, but the moment I started internship, it collapsed completely. There is simply no way to earn while doing internship. We used to run clinics seeing over 200 patients with only two interns. It sounds impossible, but it is real. A regional referral hospital can serve up to 20 districts. In a hypertensive clinic, 200 patients is actually on the lower side. On such days, we would start at 7 AM and finish at night without eating. Patients would get frustrated, but we were doing everything humanly possible. We were four interns in internal medicine. When two were running clinic, the other two were managing a full ward alone, and you know they were suffering. We used to receive a stipend of 750,000 UGX per month from the government. It was small, but at least we could pay rent (around 200k) and afford some food and transport. In some districts, even finding accommodation is difficult. In my life as a doctor, the people who have shown me the harshest side of this profession have been fellow doctors. You see them in leadership and think they will advocate for you, but they don’t. My recommendation to medical students, well-wishers, and UMA: meaningful change will likely come from Parliament or the President. Unfortunately, doctors in leadership often make things worse. The first time interns received improved pay was when the late Hon. Jacob Oulanyah heard their concerns, along with the President. However, it did not last because some doctors reportedly advised that the funds were being wasted. @Thomas_Tayebwa @AnitahAmong @MinofHealthUG @DianaAtwine
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Here are some reasons why you don't have to miss the webinar on sleep disorders on 18 March 2026 at 3:00 PM (EAT) with Dr Ivan Kimuli @ikimuli2020 Register here: tinyurl.com/y79u7mv2 @brucekirenga @rnantanda @Jackynakabira @SabrinaKitaka @ps_lukwago @ForGlobalEquity @faith_nabushawo #LungInstituteUG #MLIat10 #LungsMatter
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Anna, MD retweeted
Here’s what sweeter than matching: Matching into the same specialty with your best friend. 20 years spent nurturing the same dream. If 9 year old Kachi (@cantis96) and Nedu could see us right now🥹 You win when everyone around you wins❤️ #match2026
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Anna, MD retweeted
Now I understand why older people are calmer. After you’ve died enough times inside, you learn to breathe, let go, and simply be.
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I don’t think people understand how lonely it is to be ambitious when nothing is working yet. You’re not successful enough to be respected. Not struggling enough to be pitied. Just stuck with your thoughts.
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Just for context: The minimum qualification to be a Member of Parliament in Uganda 🇺🇬 is high school certificate (UACE). The Minimum qualification of A consultant specialist neurosurgeon, cardiologist, transplant surgeon etc working at a National Specialized hospital in Uganda requires a minimum of 12yrs of school after UACE and they earn about 150,000,000 UGx Gross Salary Annually. The money to buy a car for an MP is 3x what a surgeon would get in a year. Let that sink in.
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My name is Zainab. I’m 27 years old. An SS. That is, I live with sickle cell disease. My parents are both AS. Oh, they They knew. They were told. They still married. They said God approved it. They said love would be enough. They said faith would cover the consequences. I am the consequence. I was diagnosed before I was two. My childhood memories are not playgrounds or cartoons,they are; hospitals, needles, and adults whispering when they thought I couldn’t hear. In primary school, I missed classes so often that teachers stopped asking why. Some classmates thought I was pretending. Some thought I was cursed. I learned early how to smile while feeling different. By secondary school, the pain episodes became more frequent. I would wake up excited for school and end the day on a hospital bed. I watched my mates grow normally while my life moved in pauses, school, hospital, recovery, repeat. At 15, I lost my younger brother to sickle cell. We were both SS. That day changed me forever. My parents broke down in front of me — crying, apologizing, saying “We followed faith. We didn’t think…” But the damage had already been done. Sometimes I forgive them. Sometimes I resent them deeply. Both feelings live in me. In university, I tried to be normal. I joined sickle cell advocacy groups, volunteered with awareness organizations, spoke at events, encouraged parents to test their genotype. People call me strong. They call me a warrior. What they don’t see is me crying alone at night after another silent pain episode. They don’t see the fear that comes with planning a future in a body that doesn’t always cooperate. And Relationships? That’s another wound. I’ve been loved… briefly. The moment conversations turn serious about marriage, children, commitment….they leave. Some are honest. Some ghost me. Some promise forever and disappear quietly. One man once said he would do anything for me. He talked about taking me abroad, better care, a life without fear. I believed him. For the first time, my heart rested. Then one day, he stopped calling. That heartbreak triggered one of the worst crises I’ve had as an adult. Not because of physical stress but because hope collapsed. Now I’m older. The pain episodes come differently. Less dramatic, but more exhausting. My body recovers slower. My fears are heavier. I ask myself questions my parents never asked each other. I am strong, yes. But I am tired. If you are AS and the person you love is AS, please love your unborn children enough to stop and think. Faith is not a license to ignore knowledge. I am a proof to that I didn’t ask to be a lesson. But if my life can prevent another child from being born into avoidable pain, then my voice matters. That’s why I’m writing this to you. Because people listens to you and this story needs to be heard. I hope that your audience share this till it reaches those who are about to walk by faith and not by sight, Sickle Cell is real!. Adeyinka, keep rescuing lives, I love how you raise awareness and say the truth unapologetically, those who do not like you are probably those who wish they could be you. Have you met you?. Oh,I see you Queen Ade💪🏻
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2025 basically said “But did you d!e?”
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Giving birth to an absolutely normal baby is an undervalued blessing. Because so much could go wrong, so much.
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