Sara worked her travel magic and we found a flight to Panama in mid-November that works and doesn’t cost the earth. I’ll be going for a week — five days in Panama City actually, accounting for the full day on either end it takes to go and get home.
At this very difficult stage in Minga’s life, when she is beset by severe leg pain and unable to walk, still undergoing dialysis 3x weekly, all I can give is presence. That is what I am on my way to do.
Somehow her dialysis slot has changed. She’s now part of the 6am group, which means getting up at 4am to get to the hospital in the dark. She’s done, at least in theory, by 10am.
Is there anything about this dear soul’s life right now that isn’t hard?