Minga has gotten a regular three-day-a-week 10am dialysis appointment, much better for her than going to the ambulatory center at night. Here’s the catch: the three family members who have cars in Panama City are working at that time, so no one can drive her. Right now she’s going on public transport, which is a crowded, wheezing, ancient bus into the city from the barrio of Filipio, which is out by the airport and where she is staying with her daughter Ita. I don’t know exactly where the dialysis center is, but the trip is probably 30 minutes or so. I’m not even sure who, if anyone, is going with her. I’ll find out more when I’m there in a couple of weeks, and see what options there might be.
Nothing in this woman’s life is easy.