Ultimately he was successfully treated there, and he tells his story out of gratefulness to the medical staff who brought him back to life. Hospital Metropolitano, owned by IFC client Conclina, sets the standard for health care in Ecuador, attracting patients like Darquea Pallares from across the country and throughout the region.
The investment is allowing Hospital Metropolitano to expand its current hospital operational capacity by 20 percent, modernize medical equipment including laboratory, imaging, and operating rooms , and invest in software implementation for improved cost control and customer service. Before the expansion, the hospital had nearly beds and an outpatient facility with six operating rooms and 16 day rooms. Just as Darquea Pallares asked specifically for treatment at Hospital Metropolitano, , patients seek care there each year.
However, the country has a low number of beds per capita compared to regional standards. The hospital is already the leading provider of complex procedures in Ecuador, and the first one internationally accredited in the country by the Joint Commission of International Standards.
It is the only hospital in Ecuador for liver transplants and the only one with highly qualified teams for pre- and post-transplant care. Establishing ourselves in Kansas City was actually the best thing we could have done. While the co-founding couple resides stateside, their mission and that of their business reaches much further, he added.
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Allowing customers to touch, feel, and experience such realizations for themselves is something the couple hopes the business can stand for well into the future, Kirsten added.
I also admired the way mugunas were a sort of gift exchange, by symbolism of reciprocity because everyone gathered to be served food and to collectively respect the markantaita and share religious beliefs. No one in my town was talking about their expensive Christmas present from their uncle, or the present they bought for their sister, because Christmas was not a celebration of material goods and the satisfaction of getting objects, but instead, a shared experience that everyone contributed towards in some way.
My great grandparents let me carry the statue of baby Jesus for a little bit during the procession to the church in town. It was a great honor to do this! During the procession on Christmas day, I got a photo with two quiquis, who are playful characters that cause mischief throughout the holiday season and don't reveal their identities until the end of Christmas. I also visited my maternal grandfather's 2 fincas farms , where he has livestock and cultivates fruits and vegetables.
My grandfather lives with me in the US but always sends remittances to our family in Ecuador, who take care of the farms and animals until my grandfather returns someday.
It was amazing to finally see in person the reason my grandfather works so hard and he was really happy. I liked spending time walking through the farm in the mountains. Another of my favorite memories was during the Dia de los Reyes Three Kings Day parade on the very last day of celebrations, when my family and I accompanied my great-grandparents as we walked to the church in town. We were surrounded by a full band playing traditional music, kids and adults dressed up and dancing traditional-style, and other community members walking to honor the holiday and our family for hosting the festivities.
Having woken up before dawn to participate in pre-procession traditions, I was tired and uneager to walk the distance to the church in heels, but it was during the parade that I reflected on my experiences the most.
Here I am with my cousins Katherine and Yareli. For Dia de los Reyes, my family dressed up in matching sets of traditional clothing because we had the honor of hosting the festivities. When my mom left Saraguro in , she was Many years later, at the age of 18, I was walking through the same cobblestone streets my mom painfully left behind, thinking about the courage she had when making the decision to immigrate to the US. What would it have been like to grow up so close to my extended family?
Would I have different passions and aspirations? Would I be the same person? I returned back from my trip to start my second semester at Harvard and knew something essential to me had changed. I thought I had my classes picked out, because I originally wanted to be a biomedical engineering concentrator. I knew the classes I would take to follow that path, but my heart was telling me to let that plan go and choose my classes based purely on my interest in the material.
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