It was an exceptionally lovely spring day in northern Wisconsin. The March sun was unimpeded by clouds, using its waxing power to steadily shrink the whale-sized snowbanks bordering every parking lot. I grew drowsy in the upstairs seating of the cozy coffee shop, reveling in conversation with sisters on a slow morning. From our upstairs…
Clinic Day 2 – Nov 9. Something Must Be Done.
I reached the end of the day at the clinic broken-hearted. Today I met Benita. She is in her 30s – like me – and has been dealing with severe abdominal pains for many months, progressing to complete loss of sensation and function of her left lower leg. The physiatrist suspects uterine cancer with metastasis…
Clinic Day 1 – Monday, Nov 8
Mi mente está llena. My mind is full! Between trying to understand Spanish in various accents and speeds, to failing miserably in my attempts to speak en Español, and new sights, sounds, and faces, I'm happily exhausted. The morning started at Avelar Café for breakfast and review of the week's plans, then being shuttled by…
Conversations on El Camino 