I unexpectedly landed in the hospital two weeks ago and I’m stuck on a long list of thanks (big and small), in no particular order:
I am grateful for:
Room service, where they “strive to make my dining experience a wonderful part of my stay” (can you imagine?);
The people who made my bed and fluffed my pillows each and every day;
The peace and quiet in my rooms;
A room with a view;
Passing gas with no pain;
Moving my bowels with no pain;
The ability to stand;
The ability to walk (even with a walker);
The wipe board in my hospital room which helped me to remember each day: the date, the name of my nurse, and the name of the tech;
Guided meditations with Allison;
Allison – who dropped her entire life, and sat by my side each day at the hospital, in the ICU, in the PCU, just to be there for me, to comfort me, to help me, to support me, to help me relearn to walk, to be my friend (let alone family member), to be a kindred spirit, and who continued to do all of the above even after my discharge.
Shoshana – a spiritual guide like no other, who brought prayer and music and Shabbes to my hospital rooms, and who brought her amazingly gifted daughter, Gavi, to help brighten up my days with harmonies of an angel to fill my soul; and for strongly encouraging me to practice using my incentive spirometer;
An outstanding surgeon, Dr. Zuretsky, who was conservative in his approach, experienced and cautious in his manner, and warm with his friendship post-surgery.
Deena who graciously offered me to heal at her healing center home;
The Cherry Hill/Voorhees Women’s Tehillin group who prayed on my behalf;
In fact, everyone who prayed on my behalf;
Esther from Torah Links who brought a Shabbes package for me at the hospital;
My Hannaton community who has provided food to my family (while I recuperate thousands of miles away) and spirit to my soul via emails and phone calls;
Adam and Laurie for helping to watch over my kids while I couldn’t and for visiting me while I recover;
Ethan and Jordan just for making me smile;
Aunt Arlene for helping watch and entertain my kids while in Ocean City and for offering to fly back up to help me in my recovery;
My yoga, breathing, and meditation practice which helped me to recover sooner than expected;
Memory – the important of just one breath at a time. One breath at a time. One breath. During each painful incident. One breath.
Nancy – for uplifting me while I was down.
Marc and Robyn – nothing like visit from old friends;
Dr. Morowitz for stepping in as my attending doctor; taking care of me as if I were his own child, guiding my husband and parents to make decisions for me while I was incapable, staying available at all hours for questions and guidance, and checking up on me each day as I recovered;
David Fox, Rob Choi, and Arnie Cohen, friends and brilliant doctors, who unofficially spent endless hours on this mysterious case;
My Mom-Mom for her lovely visits and for keeping me company;
The Mahjong group, the Card group, and ALL of my parents friends and extended family, for their flowers, gifts, donations, prayers, meals, gift certificates, gifts for my kids, and even pajamas!
My parents (oh, this will be long): for helping me find the best care possible, the best doctors, the best medicine, for watching my kids while I was unable, for staying with me with every step of the way, for doing endless behind the scene stuff that I probably will not even know half about; being in constant touch with all my doctors; for providing me a place to recover, for renting a chair and hospital bed (whether it would be covered by insurance or not), for running around town to get me three meals a day, for buying me books, for allowing endless visitors to come, for schlepping me to appointments, and taking me on walks, and for their love.
22 Indian King Drive;
The picturesque view from the family room sofa;
Marilyn, for the crocheting material to keep me busy;
Jen who watched my kids (more than once!) to help relieve my parents and husband, visited and brought a delicious Whole Foods lunch;
Jamie for bringing her Siddur to the hospital, which I used there and till this very day, her visits to the hospital (and staying even while I was in intense pain), her visits and food during my recovery at my parent’s home, and for hosting a bunch of friends on Shabbat which brought more happiness during my recovery than anyone can imagine;
Edite and Mark for their visits and sharing of Eliana’s Bat Mitzvah photos to keep my mind off of my pain;
All the random hospital people, in the hallways especially, who gave me encouragement, as I made intense efforts to take my first few steps;
Angie, my angel nurse (see my last post);
The “main line” which went through my neck, which provided for me nutrition and antibiotics;
Whole Foods (did I mention that yet?)
My strong, strong kids;
Ayalah and Aitan who flew back to Israel alone (that is, without parents, but with each other, and I’m glad they figured out who would get the window seat without much fuss);
Avi Chai and Amir for sending beautiful get well pictures to the hospital;
And to all of them who put smiles on their faces, even when their Ema probably looked quite scary to them;
And for not making me feel badly (even though they probably want to tell me) that they want me to come home NOW;
And, for Ayalah is basically replacing me the best way she can – with no complaints as I understand.
Dina, our dear family friend, who generously and successfully assisted us with gan issues and decisions we were having with Amir as he prepared to start a new school.
Eran at the Traveler’s insurance;
Physical therapy for their help and encouragement with practicing to walk up steps for the first time after surgery;
Flowers from Kibbutz Hannaton (what a surprise!)
Katelynn, the tech, who always walked into my room calmly and carried a genuine happy stride to herself;
Nurses: Cindy, Dana, Alyson, Beth, and Donna; (there are probably more, but that’s who I remember);
Drs. Bruce Silver and Marc Rothman who helped me with my locked jaw (as a consequence of being intubated for 24+ hours);
Rabbi Krupnick who traveled to Israel the day I went to the hospital and told me afterwards that 30+ rabbis prayed for my recovery daily;
Rabbi Miller who visited me at the hospital at 9 PM when I was about to fall asleep and who spoke softly like an angel escorting me to my dreams;
Rabbi Serebrowski for his visits and for encouraging me to talk to God (which I did… Boy, did I!);
My one-of-a-kind sister, Amy, who from far away, offered on countless occasions to fly up to NJ to be with me at the hospital and also during my recovery and for the beautiful flowers and endless emails and phone calls;
Did I mention Whole Foods?
Boaz – my Rock. who has done everything right, who has held me together, who has held this situation together, who held me while I was crying, who helped me to stay non-emotional when making important decisions, for visiting me in the hospital everyday, for staying on top of my care, for encouraging me to walk, for walking me, for giving me a shower (as ugly as those staples may have looked to him), for entertaining the kids and keeping them out of trouble; for keeping down the fort in Israel including back-to-school-night, arranging the kid’s classes, helping the kids with their first days of school, for calling each day to keep me abreast to what’s going on, and in general, for being a role model to all about what it means to be a dedicated husband.
Rachel, my mother-in-law, for temporarily replacing me, driving to our home each day, preparing lunches, helping the kids with their homework, taking them to their extra-curricular classes, doing the laundry, cleaning the house, and keeping a sense of order and sanity while I’m away;
Ian, who brilliantly thought to Skype the Hannaton kids’ triathalon, so that I could “participate” in it along with the rest of the community.
Ayalah, for doing the entire triathalon alongside AviChai who wasn’t quite ready to do it yet on his own.
For YOUR forgiveness, if I haphazardly missed you, anyone or anything.
And last, but not least, G-d, oh Hashem, for all of the above and more; You deserve a post just for Yourself, indeed.