Exodus (3) » Susan

“How are we trading lives?”

“My request is still the same: reasonable land for that many people to live on in freedom. We will take care of the remaining details of keeping them alive.”

“Yes, I understand that. But how is that trading for thirty five thousand lives? Who are these other thirty five thousand?”

“Doctor… you surprise me! Surely you know who they are. There are one hundred and twenty thousand of them in California alone. I will let you and others decide which thirty five thousand you are willing to let perish”

“There are one hundred and twenty thousand of them? Dialysis patients?”

“Yes”

“Yes?”

“Yes. ‘Yes’ to those two questions and probably the next dozen questions you come up with. It has already happened. The negotiations are now fair. Now we both win or …

EXODUS (3) » SUSAN

After stopping in Tulsa and Pittsburgh — I only have ten hours to go. The thirty predicted hours became only twenty-four with a little motivation and a lot of luck. I combined that with about four hours of sleep at each stop. It is sixty hours since my last dialysis session ended on Friday. Over a weekend, sixty-four is the norm for me, but adding an extra day or so will just make me a bit tired. I have done as many as four days before when I was relocated, especially the San Diego to Redding move took a long time to pack, drive, and unpack.