We just returned to the house from an overnight stay in the hospital due to Mary Francis’ medical procedures and the unwelcome findings while in surgery yesterday. It was a rough night, I didn’t sleep well there at all and I know she was worse off due to the procedures and the subsequent pain and all the ins and outs of the staff as they took care of her. Not to mention all the hamster wheel worries she has going on now.
However, the medical staff here in Panama is so wonderful and caring, just like the rest of the Panamanian people we have met. The hospital is immaculate and they are on top of everything. They let her call today, free, back to the States to talk to her husband. Tech support came upstairs to get the number, called it from their office and then sent the call to Mary Francis’ phone in her room. Last night Brenda, the woman who has been our liaison at the hospital translating and escorting us everywhere, lent me her phone so I could call MF’s family after the surgery with the results. Out of the goodness of her heart. No matter what we asked or wondered about, everyone went out of their way to find out or get what we wanted, and they kept making sure they had a translator when things weren’t understood.
So then last night after I found out that MF had to stay overnight, Gustavo took me back to the house to pick up some stuff and then returned me to the hospital. While en route, he typed on his phone (using the spanish-english translation app he downloaded for us), “I am here for you, anytime, day or night, just call”. I cried then too. Mi hermano español, for sure!
They all have such huge hearts here!! I am continually amazed. The Panamanian people are what I imagine what the whole world can be like in the new energy, in the new world of homospiritus. Open-hearted, kind, generous, respectful and compassionate. Their lights shine ever so brightly.
Our favorite taxi driver, Gustavo – aka nuestro hermano español (our spanish brother) or brother-from-another-mother 😀 – came and picked us up at noon today when she got released, and after we got home, I ran over to the local burger joint and picked up some lunch. I glanced at the receipt since I missed what the total was exactly due to the speedy spanish……$8.88, hmmm interesting! Then I noticed the number they gave me to set on the table so they could bring me the order when it was ready and immediately did a double take … 8! Another 8!
Eights. I rarely see or notice 8’s. So, of course, I had to look it up.
From Doreen Virtue’s Angel Number Sequences….and this immediately made me tear up….
888 – A phase of your life is about to end, and this is a sign to give you forewarning to prepare. This number sequence may mean you are winding up an emotional career, or relationship phase. It also means there is light at the end of the tunnel. In addition, it means, “The crops are ripe. Don’t wait to pick and enjoy them.” In other words, don’t procrastinate making your move or enjoying fruits of your labor.
Is this message just for me, I wonder? Or for both of us? Because I can see that it applies to both of us quite well – and MF did give me the cash for the meal. The tears tell me it is definitely for me.
Tomorrow we are probably going to Taboga, an island off the coast of Panama to visit our new friends who have retired there. A ferry will take us over the water, it takes an hour I think, and we will spend the day there, our last fun day. The doctor gave us her blessing to go. We leave Saturday, at least I will leave for sure, MF is up in the air at the moment. so the fun together will end then for me (for now). I have found out though that exploring new places is exactly as much fun as I thought it would be!
Okay, MF is asleep right now and a nap is calling my name, too, so I am going to close for now.
Hasta mañana from shiny Panama.