illness

Asaph and Me

My Jewish friend told me that he had found his Judaism and the God of Judaism at that church. He was now, for the first time, truly proud and excited to be Jewish. I was shocked but curiously intrigued.

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From Loss to Life
Author: Susan Perlman

When I was diagnosed with cancer, my mother said to me, “Why you, Susan?” I remember replying, “Why not me? Would it be better if it were someone else’s daughter?

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In the Little Shtetl of Vaysechvoos: The Healer
Author: Susan Perlman

The tiny, one-room house was dark and musty. Narrow sunbeams poked through the cracks around a small draped window, and near the bed a solitary wick flickered in a little bowl of oil. Ruchelah lay in her bed. She had been infirmed for years, barely able to move or sit up, much less stand or…

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Questions
Topics: poetry, death, illness
Author: Susan Perlman

A diagnosis. Stage 4 cancer. Anger and fear and hurt descend. Then the questions arise. Why me? And after I die? Is there a God? A heaven? A hell? A nothingness? Something else? How can I know? Good, bottom line, questions. Indiscreet, tactless queries all mortals need to ask. -SP

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Fragile Invincibility

I am beginning this article in a hospital waiting room. It is August. Susan Perlman, my close colleague, First Assistant and very dear friend is undergoing surgery to remove a tumor that is probably malignant—20 years after having survived a bout with cancer. No stranger to that hospital, I’d sat anxiously awaiting word of my…

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They Gave Me Six Months to Live… 1-1/2 Years Ago
Author: Alan Glickman

: A Jewish man with emphysema finds comfort and strength in his Messiah.

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Death Ward: By a Nurse Who Worked There
Author: Martha Jacobs

Many of the people who came in, both young and old, never left. In some rooms the stench of death hovered with gruesome anticipation over the frames that still breathed: sturdy bodies grown frail, once healthy complexions now pale and sallow. I watched families leave weighted down by grief over the loss of their loved…

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