On Thursday morning I’m headed to Minneapolis to lead a pro bono board strategic planning retreat for a friend, who is the board chair. I’ll be back here in Seattle for one day, and then I’m off to Panama City until two days before Thanksgiving.
The board retreat gives me a chance to step back into my professional persona, and to spend part of the weekend with my friend, her husband, and their extended family. The Panama trip puts me back into the role Minga’s sister of the heart, and Tia Pamela to her city offspring. Minga is eager to talk with me about her experience of dialysis, now a year old. I’m eager to see if we can get her up out of that wheel chair, as everyone here that I’ve talked with is concerned that she’ll lose too much capacity if she continues to sit. I’m sure that Minga’s family members also have stories to tell about their experience of her treatment.
This is what we do, for the people we love: we bear witness to their stories.
Much to share during the trips and upon my return.
I’m hoping for an abundance of grace, patience, and once in Panama, a break in the drenching rain.