Since my posts in June I’ve been involved in helping Pascaria (yes, the one I called fat a couple posts ago) get the medical attention needed. It’s just been so confusing and… indefinable, that I haven’t posted an update.
So many things kept going wrong... Surprising diagnoses were
considered. (The symptoms weren't currently visible, so doctors thought 7 years of
reoccurring pain might be psychological.) Multiple doctors were seen.
Appointments were waited for, and missed, and waited for again. Money and a phone was stolen. Sister Suzana, our friend the nun, was helpful on multiple
accounts. Lots of letters and phone calls happened (in Swahili).