Tikkun Olam

I needed to compose at least one more post in the month of August.  The reason August needed to have at least one more post, is that otherwise, it would not be much better than July, which (gasp) had only one--count 'em-- one post.  My worst posting-month ever.  I think.  They say (-no idea who 'they' are) that bloggers blog because they have no "real" lives, but rather, that they live vicariously through their blogs, in a "virtual" world.  When I first found out about my daughter's illness and became super-obsessed with her situation and her subsequent treatments and therapies, I suddenly had a "life." Terrible way to go, but be it as it may, there it was.  I suddenly found myself, in the "real," physical world, with a vengence.  There was no time and certainly not enough energy to put my thoughts down on paper, er, Word Document.  Surrounded by a daughter in a wheelchair who needed care and companionship, and two rambunctious

I am a jumble of mixed emotions right now.  Today is my last full day in Israel.  I am typing this from my daughter's laptop, sitting next to her on her wheelchair while she is in bed, after sleeping off two extra Percosets she received after almost falling off her wheelchair between it and her bed this morning.  It is so hard for me to grasp that I won't be seeing her for a very long time, let alone not seeing my two sons and their wives, and my little grandchildren.  My oldest grandson, all of two years and nine months, realized in his little toddler way that his Savta was leaving.  I had spoken to him about that I'd be flying in an airplane far, far away (in a galaxy...), back to my home, and we would talk to and see each other on the computer's camera, the way we did before I came.  But then, he didn't really know who Savta was, as he had never seen me before.  Now, I had practically lived with them for two months, so he now knows who Savta is.  I hope.  His

Actually, I am leaving in two weeks, so it's about week number 7 or so.  Got a lot accomplished, haven't traveled anywhere, including to visit relatives, but have traveled to various medical centers, pharmacies, clinics, by various interesting means, such as ambulances and wheelchair accessible vans.  Oh yes, and today I visited a Home for the Disabled in Gilo.  Some fun. My update is that my daughter was finally given a medical board by the national insurance, and was granted 100% disability for six months, retroactive to the end of April, which means it ends in October.  Then, she will have to go before another medical board, but whereas the first one was an Orthopedic one, this next one will be a psychiatric and neurological one.  Also, she was accepted into full hospitalization at the Re'ut Medical Center in Tel-Aviv, where they have expert medical care for RSD/CRPS patients.  The treatments are very difficult: there is not much pain reduction (none of her medications