This week I was invited to a family wedding and to a Bar Mitzva Kiddush. But lo and behold I found a new invitation, delivered by telephone while I was teaching.
'You are invited to an operation'! said the secretary of the hospital of Sharei Tzedek. Finally, after all this long, long wait, I am called with such an invitation. Well, I cracked up-laughed, and thanked her for inviting me to my operation. And so, I am now packing my light bag, as I have been warned to pack or face being robbed in the hospital, even as I go to the washroom.
I have spent my last few days loving life, enjoying whatever I face-the outdoors, my wonderful teaching in and out of home, my delicious grandaughter over Shabat, dining with my dear relatives. I have been inundated with telephone calls-if only people knew just how much these calls mean , and how even when not faced with a hospitalization, that we people need calls all the time, even for a moment (e mails included). No man is an island! and least I am not, even tho' I love my privacy as well.
So I probably won't write in this blog for a while, depending on my use of my right arm when I come home.
I thank you always for your good wishes and caring
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