Hullo Its been SO long since I've written. India served me up some something. I don't know what to call it but its a mystical place it is. I was all transformed for a moment- putty in its germy henna-d hands. I looked to my left and saw a human rolled up in a carpet on the sidewalk either sleeping or dead, I looked to my right and saw a cow and a goat fornicating in a parking spot, I looked straight ahead and there was a man standing way up on high on top ...

I am on edge during the flight from Singapore to Delhi. It is 3 days after our youngest's surgery. The return to normalcy achieved just 24 hours post surgery has now been disrupted 48 hours later. The pressurized cabin is undoubtedly the culprit. Despite expert assurances that flying would not be a factor her sinuses now weep and flood her nose and throat; her constant cough reveals a struggle to keep her upper bronchials clear as they are drenched by flowi...