The hospital is no longer providing us with food. Sooooo, we don't know if there is a way to heat water...so, um, dry oatmeal, almond butter and raisins. For 2 weeks. It's probably better than what the Haitians have.
I'm bringing a skirt. I never wear skirts. I have one skirt. We might 'go out' so we need a skirt. Gardening shoes. That's what I'm wearing, on the plane, on the ground, in the hospital and not the kind with holes in them.
I'm feeling a little scared. What am I doing? What will I see? What will break my heart? All of it?