Written Tuesday of our last week in Mongolia:
Ray “the buddha” Price is leaving us tomorrow. I think we are all finding it hard to believe we will be returning to “real life” in a matter of days. When we first arrived in Choibalsan, Dr. Rust made a joke about how we had become such a tight family, and how this all felt a bit like camp . . . I chimed in with a wise ass – “yeah, surgery camp” but it is true, we have become like some twisted summer camp/surgery camp hybrid. So here we are, the night before Ray is leaving – all of us piled onto two queen beds smashed together, watching Indian Jones and the Raider of the Lost Ark . . . we have five cases tomorrow but here we are, staying up all night, watching a movie at surgery camp. Life is good. Life is good.