Friday morning and this afternoon I will be jetting off to California. Here I am going to a church’s mini camino to celebrate the Feast of St James and I find that My Rebecca has ordered a wheelchair for me at the airport. What, wait a minute, new one on me. All of of a sudden I am feeling like the Velveteen Rabbit thing where the poor guys eyes pop out and his joints are all wiggly but he is being loved. Geez, really, is this what it takes?
This last chemo round has been really hard on me and I am all beat up. I don’t know if I am going to walk at all down there but do have walking sticks from Catherine in my luggage. What a deal. I heard that we are having three showings of Phil’s Camino there with Q and A’s after each. It’s been a while since I did one of those.
Well, I had better get back to packing and make sure I have all my essential stuff. Trying to make it all good all the time. That sounds pretty improbable at the moment but trying none the less.
Love you, Felipe.