You all know me, a person seldom at a
loss for words. It has been a difficult past eight years, having survived two
unrelated cancers on top of a long-term, albeit fortunately slowly progressing,
pulmonary disease. I think I have maintained a pretty good spirit and sense of
humor through it all.
But these are different times. At the
risk of sounding a bit selfish, those previous challenges were just mine, and I
was fortunately surrounded by many people who could support and care for me.
But now we are all suffering, all navigating very difficult waters. Everywhere
I look, everything I read (still with difficulty) or see on television is
focused on people who have it far worse, not only the thousands of medical
personnel who are on the front lines in hospitals, but the everyday folks who enable
us to continue to put food on our tables and provide us with many of our
everyday needs.
I do not have any good answers for
this. As we approach the first night of Passover, my usual enthusiasm for this
holiday is nowhere to be found. Over forty years ago we had our own “Passover
miracle” when our daughter born after only 28 weeks of the normal 40 survived
those early tenuous weeks. I can only hope that the first bites of matzah will
awaken some reserve of hope.
Meanwhile, we cannot let out guards
down. We need to continue to do everything we can to curb the spread of
this dreadful disease, and hope that we will get through this without too much
pain.
And again, as I ended my last post, a
little bit of humor can never hurt.
Love,
Rebecca
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