What are key concepts and ideas from Chapter 1 "The Other Cancer Ward"?please use information from the book The link is attached. The chapter begins on page 14 and ends on page 41The pdf is below, the book is called "Livingston Book, Improvising Medicine: An African Oncology Ward in an Emerging Cancer Epidemic. "Link of the pdf https://www.dukeupress.edu/Assets/PubMaterials/978-0-8223-5342-3_601.pdfI attached a screenshot of the first page of the chapter the rest of the chapter is on this link belowhttps://www.dukeupress.edu/Assets/PubMaterials/978-0-8223-5342-3_601.pdfplease cite examples from the book word by word. For instance "the oncology ward of Princess Marina Hospital (pmh), Botswana’s central referral hospital, a light breeze is blowing the curtains in the female side of the ward" 10:11WhatsAppAA

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What are key concepts and ideas from Chapter 1 &#34;The Other Cancer Ward&#34;?please use information from the book The link is attached. The chapter begins on page 14 and ends on page 41The pdf is below, the book is called &#34;Livingston Book, Improvising Medicine: An African Oncology Ward in an Emerging Cancer Epidemic. &#34;Link of the pdf https://www.dukeupress.edu/Assets/PubMaterials/978-0-8223-5342-3_601.pdfI attached a screenshot of the first page of the chapter the rest of the chapter is on this link belowhttps://www.dukeupress.edu/Assets/PubMaterials/978-0-8223-5342-3_601.pdfplease cite examples from the book word by word. For instance &#34;the oncology ward of Princess Marina Hospital (pmh), Botswana’s central referral hospital, a light breeze is blowing the curtains in the female side of the ward&#34; 10:11WhatsAppAA<drive.google.com(a nutritional supplement), as Mma 1 encourages him in that matter-of-fact, joking way that nurses so often use to cajole their patients. A fewPDF Julie Livingston ... ) - libgen.li.pdf↓Mayan Maternal Mortality and2 Chapter Onemoments ago, he, too, was bent over his vomitus. Already he is melt-ing away. Strangely enough, Roger's half-uncle, Mr. Mill, a white Mo-tswana farmer with multiple myeloma, had vacated that same bed onlythe evening before Roger arrived. The ward is full right now, as usual,with twenty-one patients total-1-one extra bed has been crammed intothe female side of the ward, the only ward in the hospital that refuses tohouse patients on the floor.The cancer ward sits at the end of a corridor that is lined with long,narrow wooden benches. There patients and their relatives sit waitingto see the highly impassioned and, by all accounts, brilliant, if at timesirascible, German oncologist, Dr. P. Some rose long before dawn for busor ambulance rides from villages deep in the Kalahari Desert. Others ar-rive from nearby urban homes, or large towns in Botswana's southeast.Many will wait five or six hours or more for their turn in the clinic officewith the hospital's lone oncologist, who not only attends to an average oftwenty-five (but sometimes as many as forty) outpatient visits in the day,but also manages the ward, fills out paperwork (in triplicate with carbonsheets between the copies), administers chemotherapy, and performs hisown cytology in the evenings. After he climbs onto a chair in a vain butunrelenting attempt to coax the highly improbable ward television set tolife, he drives home, where he will finish the day's paperwork after eatingdinner.Formerly a lawyer in Frankfurt, and a disillusioned ex-Mugabe sup-porter, Dr. P was already in his mid-fifties when he came to Botswanafrom Zimbabwe, where he had practiced oncology at Mpilo Hospital inBulawayo for fourteen years. Leaving wasn't easy. His wife, Mma S, re-mains in Zimbabwe, but visits Dr. P some weekends, during which sheloads up her car with supplies no longer available back home. Mma S hasbeen around the world and has lived abroad. She knows it is one thingto travel, another altogether to leave her country (and the private ultra-sound practice she has built) and live as an African exile, a lekwerekwere(African immigrant or outsider). Come what may, Mma S has decidedto stay in her home.Dr. P also writes a column, strident in tone, for one of the Botswananewspapers, using the forum to lash out against white mercenaries,Rupert Murdoch, and corrupt African politicians. He is more than will-ing to stand up in the staff meeting and proclaim PMH a Potemkin vil-lage! But his respect for Botswana runs deep. His sometimes explosivePage19/ 24758 10:11WhatsAppAAdrive.google.comPDF_Julie Livingston ... ) - libgen.li.pdfΟΝΕThe OtherCancer WardIn the oncology ward of Princess Marina Hospital (PMH), Bo-tswana's central referral hospital, a light breeze is blowing the cur-tains in the female side of the ward. It is that cool pause in the morn-ing before the dry heat settles in for the day in Gaborone, Botswana'scapital. Ellen is sitting up in her bed, dressed in her nylon, butterfly-printnightgown, retching into a vomitus- an enormous, lidded, stainless-steel basin. Piled on the stand next to her bed are cards, boxes of juice,bananas, and other gifts from relatives and friends. The two pairs ofunderpants and spare nightgown she laundered in the bathroom downthe hall are draped across the headboard of her bed, drying. Next to herlies Lesego, age sixty, and a former teacher. With her enormous glassesperched on her nose, Lesego is silently reading her Bible. This is herfourth year as a cancer patient, and she is used to the rhythms of theward. She knows that soon Tiny will come, rolling the metal breakfastcart through the aisle, pouring a tin or plastic mug of tea with milk andsugar for each patient, and dishing out plates of motogo, a sorghum por-ridge. It isn't a Tuesday or a Thursday, so there won't be a hard-boiled eggand tiny mound of salt.Across the nursing desk in the men's side of the ward sits Roger, agetwenty, whose left eye is swollen shut from a lymphoma. He is tryingwith little success to drink a small carton of strawberry-flavored Ensure(a nutritional supplement), as Mma T encourages him in that matter-of-fact, joking way that nurses so often use to cajole their patients. A few9Page 18pter One 247√moments ago, he, too, was bent over his vomitus. Already he is melt-ing away. Strangely enough, Roger's half-uncle, Mr. Mill, a white Mo-58

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Oncology is the branch of medicine that deals with the prevention, diagnosis, and treatment of…