Once again I’m in the skin clinic waiting room while Ezi anticipates a MOHs test. It isn’t a life-threatening situation but it takes a while as they analyze each layer they remove for cancerous cells, so I busy us with the fish. It takes a while to make friends and to figure out what they are doing.
After a conversation we realize they are digging into the gravel, moving it to another side of the tank, and making a nest for eggs.
This lesson for survival and development was my restitution from my friends’ negativity yesterday.
Oh, and Ezi’s MOHs test was okay – one layer of squamous cells and he was released.
I don’t know why it has taken me so long to get it but only now do I understaqnd why our government is rushing us headlong into disaster. The decisions are designed to get rid of the non-fanatics. “They can leave,” my friend told me. “And who will defend you?” “God.” “Who will support you?” “We don’t have the needs of a capitalistic culture.”
I’ve heard this before – that prayer protects us – that miracles happen to the righteous. Tfilim against tilim (phylacteries against rockets). Never believed that people actually believed it. Always thought it was a front. But it is true. that our minister of finance is witholding funding from the Palestinians and the evacuees and all those who are not believers in the vision of an extreme religious israel…
You’re not supposed to ask people how they are on Tisha B’Av, the fast day in memory of the destruction of the temple. Compared to the greatest tragedy of the Jews, people don’t have a right to think about themselves. But what do you do with a toothache that has swelled half your face to the size of a potato? What does the world matter when you are in pain?
We read “lamentations” every year. We’ve lost so much so often. And we’re still here. So tonight – who knows – we’ll read “Lamentations” in the shelter and we’ll be greatful we’ve got a place to hide. I refuse to be terrified in advance.
There really is so much to talk about. But I find that talking to my friends is sometimes difficult right now. Either they are terrified and they can’t be talked out of it, or they have developed theories that may make sense – if you’re crazy. All the apocryphal visions. All the wild scenarios. Some of them make a little sense, but the religious extremists frighten me, because they make just a little sense. Not the part about how the prayers of those who don’t go into the army have saved us, much more than the helpless army. But the part about how we’ve become far too materialistic and we need therefore to introduce some spirituality into our society.
We’ve won 7 olympic medals so far, totally out of proportion to our population, and I don’t know how we did it. One of our granddaughters does artistic gymnastics, and one of the boys lifts weights, so we find ourselves following olympics games all the time. I don’t particularly like competitive sports, so I need to clear my head after the games, and watch an episode of “Taagad,” a series last year about a medical unit in the army. How much of a difference a year makes in the army! I watch the naivete with longing – it helps me to sleep. Better than all the medals.
Once again I’m in the skin clinic waiting room while Ezi anticipates a MOHs test. It isn’t a life-threatening situation but it takes a while as they analyze each layer they remove for cancerous cells, so I busy us with the fish. It takes a while to make friends and to figure out what they are doing.