More General Hospital and just things...

Poor Angel! He's walking around like a little old man. He has one of his mother's tee shirts on and nothing else...when he walks (very slowly) he's bent over and holding the tee shirt out away from his front...he's very, very careful.

My turn in the barrel...Tuesday morning I have to go in for a colonoscopy. I've been losing blood and my doctor wants to take a 'look see'. Oh joy!!!!

We have a meeting with Fiscaglia (Attorney General's Office) on Monday to try to figure out what we can do for Antonio. Thus far we've found no one, or no organization in the country who is willing to try to help him. There are so many 'plain sight' reasons why this country suffers as it does and this is just one of them. Honduras is almost set up to perpetuate gangs by the way the treat their children and the way they make it almost impossible for foreigners to adopt.

Last night we had our own 'mini-hurricane'...it poured and poured, and it blew and blew; the result: we had another night of flooding in our house...in Antonio's bedroom, the kitchen, our bedroom, and a little in Cesar & Pedro's bedroom. The street in front of our house had over a foot of water covering it from one end to the other.