I’ve been feeling kinda blah
medically the last couple weeks. I had my bronchoscopy, which did help me to
breathe more easily once I finished healing from the procedure, but just a week
later I already felt the wheezing starting up again. I’m pretty much on a monthly
bronch schedule now until my lungs finish sorting themselves out. When they
went in this time the narrowed airway on the left side looked better, and there
was less necrotic tissue around the incision, but the narrowed airways on the
right side looked about the same. So it looks like nebulizers, wheezing, and monthly
bronchoscopies will continue to be in my future for a while.
I also had an evaluation at
physical therapy, and confirmed that I haven’t made any progress with my hips after
almost 2 months. Due to this we decided to hold off on further PT sessions
until I see an orthopedist in a few weeks. I do appreciate having a few less
appointments filling my schedule, but it was pretty disheartening to go through
all that effort and not get anywhere. It’s also exhausting trying to live
around near constant pain. I really hope we can find a solution soon.
Erev Rosh Hashana in Cherry Hill
was basically total chaos. Saturday night we found out that, sadly, Rabbi Bienenfeld’s
father had passed away. The funeral and shiva were on Sunday in New York. In
the midst of the community making arrangements for people to make the trip, we
were suddenly hit by a massive thunderstorm that caused major damage. The
strength of the winds was basically equivalent to a tornado! Trees and power
lines were down, roads flooded, transformers exploded, and there were even a
couple fires. It was terrifying! Lots of people lost power, which is NOT what
you want to happen the day before a holiday when you’re trying to cook and
clean and get everything ready. What’s even stranger is that though the whole
area got rain, the severe damage was localized to the area around the west side
of Cherry Hill. The whole thing felt bizarrely targeted.
I felt pretty unsettled and anxious
about our judgement going into Rosh Hashana. Outside was a disaster, with trees
and power lines down and roads closed everywhere. People were scrambling trying
to figure out how to prepare for the holiday. And not only would Young Israel
be without our rabbi, but we would be without our shul as well, as downed trees
and power lines made it unsafe to enter the building. All in all it was not
feeling like a particularly auspicious time!
But with some help from friends, I
was able to focus instead on the beauty that came out of all this. Despite the
distance and difficult circumstances, a group of people got up early and drove to NY to be with Rabbi Bienenfeld for the
funeral and shiva. In Cherry Hill, the people who did have power gladly opened
their homes to those who didn’t. Someone coordinated with Chaverim and picked
up a bunch of generators and fuel to help supply some homes with power. Foxman
Torah Institute provided space for Young Israel to daven on Rosh Hashana. All
day long on Sunday I saw messages flying back and forth asking for and offering
help, and rejoicing together as the pieces fell into place. And somehow, despite
everything, we managed to have a beautiful holiday!
I’m still not quite sure what to
make of everything. I was already unsettled going into Rosh Hashana, as I’ve
had quite the topsy turvy year, and I don’t know what exactly Hashem is trying
to tell me. Apparently last Rosh Hashana for some reason Hashem decreed that I
should have a year of rollercoaster highs and lows. The chaos erev Rosh Hashana
definitely didn’t do anything to ease my mind about what He has in store for me
in the coming year! But maybe I should focus instead on how my community somehow
pulled everything together in the end. Sometimes we take a hit, and sometimes
the hit is hard, but we can still pick ourselves up and keep moving forward. It
may be difficult, but even in an unexpected disaster it’s still possible to put
all the pieces together and make things work. Even when times are dark and
stormy, Hashem is still there, quietly guiding us through it.
May we all have a year with minimal
storms and distress, and maximum peace and joy!
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