Before, a sick family might wait for Susan’s buggy to appear on the horizon.

Now there was a building designed for care.

The hospital stood on a hill overlooking Walthill.

It was visible.

That visibility mattered.

Native health had often been treated as an administrative afterthought.

The building declared that medical care deserved permanence.

Susan had taken an experience of neglect and converted it into infrastructure.

She had become a doctor because one did not come.

Then she built a hospital because one doctor could not come fast enough to everyone.