Early morning my wife sits up in bed, and a voice speaks to her in her native Embera to go to a sacred place on the reservation to gather a particular plant.
Lately Irma has been preoccupied about some of her patients with cancer.
Some come to mind like her relative, the first head chief of the rez, who came to us late in his illness.
Much of his face has been eaten away from the cancer, and he was experiencing much pain.
His pain is greatly reduced… Continue
Posted on November 25, 2011 at 7:07pm