Memoire of a doctor in Uganda

My unique story of my time in Uganda (among many others) is the following: on my first medical outreach program in the local communities, I met a man with osteomyelitis (a bone infection) resulting from a third degree burning wound the man had had for about 10 years at the time I met him that day. He could not use his leg anymore and had his lower leg folded against his upper leg, wrapped up in a sheet. The wound was severely infected and pus was coming out of it and parts of the bone were even exposing. The man was paralyzed (third degree burning had burned the nerves so he had no feeling in his leg). He had never seen a doctor before, so we decided to treat the his wound with the primitive tools that we had brought with us. We cleaned the wound with antiseptic and tried to drain the pus with the needle of a syringue. That we applied local anti-bacterial cream and put a band-aid on the wound and started oral antibiotic therapy, though it was obvious that he needed IV antibiotics but he could not afford that.
This was my first case as a medical student in a 3 week medical program in Uganda and yet I was been confronted with a situation that I could not solve. We tried later to fix an ambulance to bring him to the hospital but still, who would pay for his treatment once he would get there? I went to Uganda to help, but sometimes you cannot help everyone. But your presence there shall not be unnoticed. At least I was there for this man and I actually tried to do the best I could. And that is how he will remember me. As a doctor that at least tried to save his limb and his life, for free. He will have the feeling that at least someone was looking after him, although he could not cure him. I found consolation in this.