OK, it’s Saturday and my escape from Seattle and treatment is complete. That was my seventy seventh treatment. I’m not going to dwell on that but I want to write about another aspect.

I often write about how the personnel at the hospital are such dear friends and good companions and just treasured people. If I have no other reason to be happy about a hospital visit then I will always be buoyed up by them and our interaction. It shifts the equation. And yesterday was not an exception and actually was totally amazing how many people I was able to touch base with. I wasn’t keeping track but after a while it became definitely noticeable. “If you go there, they will come.”

People are assigned to me and of course we converse. Then people are walking by on their own assignments and say hi and have a minute for an update. Then other folks are off duty and they are coming and going and they stop to talk and maybe they have more time and we share a coffee. It seemed like the day was wall to wall folks.

I wound up my day sitting on a bench outside with one of my hospital chums and we were deep in thought and conversation. And I look up and who is walking by but the Archbishop of Western Washington, J.Peter Sartain. I jump to attention and give him my best Buddhist bow and he stops and we are off talking with him.

That’s how the day went. Finally I get to escape Seattle and am the last car on the 5 o’clock boat to Vashon. So, glad to be loved but have to go.

All right have to get to work here at the ranch. Take care, hope to see you soon, love, Felipe.