Ana tried to call while she and Minga were awaiting dialysis. I was out and didn’t receive the call. Hopefully we’ll connect in the next few days. I recognize where Minga is sitting: on one of the hard plastic chairs that line the long narrow hallway where patients and family members wait their turn.
I think Minga looks generally well, although her face looks a bit puffy. The port through which she is receiving dialysis is lower down on her chest, not so bothersome as when it was higher. I won’t know anything about her spirits until we talk, but once we have I’ll let you know.