Leaving on a jet plane
There was a tearful farewell at P.E. Trudeau airport this afternoon. The visit zipped by in a flash. Living so far away from family, especially at a time like this, plays havoc with emotions. Saying goodbye is never easy, but at a time like this, it is excrutiating.
Gilly gave Gittit his word that he would return to Israel to spend time with her children, because he was unable to do so in January when he passed through on his return trip from Malawi. Time was short and he was unquestionably not himself while in Israel. Gittit recalls his hands shaking while holding his cup of coffee. I am amazed that he traveled across the continent of Africa, and back home through Europe, all the while enduring tremendous discomfort and neurological malfunctioning as a result of the build up of fluid in his brain. Knowing Gilly, he’ll surely give it his all to make good on his promise to Gittit. What an astounding force this man is!
We moved from the departure gate to the pharmacy to fill the prescriptions for Temodal and the accompanying medications used to ward off nausea, etc. We were given the final verdict late last week that Gilly is not eligible for the study, so we had to ensure that the medication would be ready for take-off; the first dose must be taken the evening before radiation commences.
When will the treatments begin? This, as I’ve told umpteen people who’ve asked, is the million dollar question. Maria, the oncology nurse at the Neuro, advised us to call the radiation department at the Jewish on Monday to find out where we stand on the list. We plan to follow-up tomorrow morning.
If need be, we’ll bring out the heavy artillery and twist a few arms. Sounds violent, doesn’t it? I usually wait in line patiently for my turn. I believe that good things come to those who wait. BUT, when Gilly’s health is at stake, I have no qualms about putting up my dukes to fight the system. We have a few Jokers in our hand, so it may not get ugly. The Barnoff in me expects peaceful resolution. My Blauer side fuels my assertiveness.
We are feeling warm after a Bar-B-Q at Joey and Susie’s. We attach great importance to the love, friendship and support we receive these days; Gilly, Tamara, Yaron and I cherish the show of kindness, compassion and all loving gestures that come our way.
Special thanks to Anita for her hospitality, even during her absence!
Gilly gave Gittit his word that he would return to Israel to spend time with her children, because he was unable to do so in January when he passed through on his return trip from Malawi. Time was short and he was unquestionably not himself while in Israel. Gittit recalls his hands shaking while holding his cup of coffee. I am amazed that he traveled across the continent of Africa, and back home through Europe, all the while enduring tremendous discomfort and neurological malfunctioning as a result of the build up of fluid in his brain. Knowing Gilly, he’ll surely give it his all to make good on his promise to Gittit. What an astounding force this man is!
We moved from the departure gate to the pharmacy to fill the prescriptions for Temodal and the accompanying medications used to ward off nausea, etc. We were given the final verdict late last week that Gilly is not eligible for the study, so we had to ensure that the medication would be ready for take-off; the first dose must be taken the evening before radiation commences.
When will the treatments begin? This, as I’ve told umpteen people who’ve asked, is the million dollar question. Maria, the oncology nurse at the Neuro, advised us to call the radiation department at the Jewish on Monday to find out where we stand on the list. We plan to follow-up tomorrow morning.
If need be, we’ll bring out the heavy artillery and twist a few arms. Sounds violent, doesn’t it? I usually wait in line patiently for my turn. I believe that good things come to those who wait. BUT, when Gilly’s health is at stake, I have no qualms about putting up my dukes to fight the system. We have a few Jokers in our hand, so it may not get ugly. The Barnoff in me expects peaceful resolution. My Blauer side fuels my assertiveness.
We are feeling warm after a Bar-B-Q at Joey and Susie’s. We attach great importance to the love, friendship and support we receive these days; Gilly, Tamara, Yaron and I cherish the show of kindness, compassion and all loving gestures that come our way.
Special thanks to Anita for her hospitality, even during her absence!
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