I haven't written in here is so long so I must apologize to those who are following my blog. Is anyone following my blog? Anyway, let's go back to where I left off...
April was busy. My niece got married to the guy she met on the first day of university. This niece is very special to me (I have several). Her parents got divorced when she was about 14 years old. After that she came to me with various teenage problems. I took her buy clothes, to the drugstore when her face broke out, stuff like that. Now she is a lawyer (with a job!) and I'm very proud of her. She was the most radiant bride I've ever seen. So you'd think that my niece getting married took up one evening of my time. Not so in our family. The Friday night before the wedding her grandparents made a dinner for 50 people. The next morning the groom had his Aufruf. When a Jewish man gets married he is called to the Torah in synagogue the day before his wedding which is most commonly a Saturday morning. However, it can actually happen any time between the engagement and the wedding on either Monday, Thursday or Saturday morning. My husband had two aufrufs. One here in Toronto at his parents' synagogue and another one in Edmonton (where we got married) the day before our wedding. My nephew had his on a Thursday morning at his grandparents' synagogue so that his uncle and his cousin, who are very observant Jews could be there since Saturday is the Sabbath and one isn't supposed to drive. Anyway, I'm babbling. The day of the wedding started for us at 11 a.m. when the girl I had hired to do my daughter's, my son's girlfriend's and my makeup and hair. Then there were the pictures before the ceremony, etc. etc.
The week after that was Passover. We went to my sister-in-law's the first night as we always do. No work for me but getting to bed after midnight is never good for my health. The next night we had a seder with our friends. Years ago I used to make the second seder in our house and invite 4 or 5 families who weren't obligated to attend one at the in-laws. I haven't been able to do that for about four years so we just have a quiet evening with friends who also happen to live down the street and my husband went to high school with her husband over 30 years ago.
Then I got sick. I got so sick that I made an appointment with the resperologists in the lung transplant department. I despise going there and try to avoid it at all costs, save the once a year assessment that I have to go to.
Ok, so now I wait for the doctors to do their part and figure it out. Years ago, when I first got sick one of the doctors I saw told me that the book of what the don't know is much bigger than the book of what they do know. I hope that isn't the case this time.
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