Bree stayed at the home of a family who was connected with the American Embassy in Delhi. When we went to get her, John got out to go knock on the door and the security pulled his gun, ready to shoot and ask questions later. I'm screaming, and our van driver jumps out and gets him to back off. Great. Welcome to Delhi.
I'm coming home and will write more about that later. The cancer came back with a vengence. It's good to have family to come home to. Miss you all, hope to see you real soon.
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