When your Dad can crash his airplane into two water buffalo, life is unlikely to go according to plan. Even so, Emily Joy puts on her rose-tinted specs, leaves behind her comfortable life as a doctor in York and heads off for two years to a remote hospital in Sierra Leone. There she finds the oranges are green, the bananas are black and her patients are, well, really ill. There's no water, no electricity, no oxygen, no amputation saw-and Dr. Em is no surgeon. And there's no chocolate to treat her nasty case of unrequited love. Then the rebels invade! Dr. Em's problems are tiny compared to those faced by the people of Sierra Leone on a daily basis. If they can remain so optimistic, what's Em's excuse? Our green doctor is a bit of a yellow-belly, often red-faced, trying to fight the blues. But green oranges give sweet orange juice. Never judge a fruit by its color.
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'I found this book inspirational' British Medical Journal 'Very down to earth, very funny, very human.' Yorkshire Evening Post 'A fine book which sets our selfish Western concerns alongside the grim reality of life in Africa.' Aberdeen Journal 'Green Oranges illustrates the tenacity and determination of the people of Sierra Leone.' Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York 'A fantastic book with humanity and humour. It is both uplifting and an extraordinary tale of the power of the human spirit.' Phil Hammond
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978-1-903070-46-8 (9781903070468)
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Dr. Emily Joy was not the much longed for kind of only child, rather, the 'we never really planned on you, dear' kind. She started life as an Airforce daughter in the Outer Hebrides, then moved to Singapore and back to the UK when her father crashed his aeroplane into a water buffalo. She went to Edinburgh University Medical School with grand plans to save lives and discover sex. Instead she discovered squash, alcohol and the travel bug. She worked for two years in New Zealand, before becoming a GP in York. Soon she was dreaming of the world beyond her cosy back street surgery. Perhaps two years in Sierra Leone with Voluntary Service Overseas would fulfil her goals?
