It's hard to believe it's been over a month since I returned from India. As is often the case, 'normal' busy life in the city tends to overtake side projects like this one. I was really sick for the week following my return, and for the week after just well enough to get through a day of work and then go home and sleep. All is well with my digestive system again, and I'm very grateful that it didn't last any longer.
Apologies to any of you who were left hanging on whether or not I ever made it out of Yashoda Hospital. I did. They wanted to keep me longer, but I insisted that I was ready to go. The friendly attention of a couple of beautiful nurses might have warranted one more day, but the temptation to arrange a marriage might have been too overwhelming. Dallas and I had a flight booked, and if I could stand up, I was flying.
A HUGE thanks to Dallas, Jon and Suzi for their companionship during my madness and recovery - and for arranging flight rescheduling and insurance. Also to the rest of the DFN staff on the ground in India that were so helpful in arranging hospital, transport and spending hours keeping me company and translating with hospital staff.
Looking back on a trip like this one, it's always somewhat of a battle making (and maintaining) a meaningful connection between two vastly different worlds. Life's 'to do' list overtakes reflection and intention. I have lots of video and lots of photos left from the trip, and plan to post more here and there for people who are interested. I also plan to throw a modest 'Adopt a Dalit' party here in Vancouver at some point over the next month, will make the official announcement soon so stay tuned.
And of course, I'm always available to clean toilets - so if you want to hear stories from India and get your porcelain polished at the same time, just say the word. I'll make sure to use only my left hand.