oncological issues

Cat in Cemetery

2008-05-30T11:09:00.004+03:00

Last month I visited Paris,

My husband could not join me, so I planned to go with a friend, but then, an attractive translation project came along, my friend could not come and, finally, I decided to go by MYSELF.

It's a kind of VIPASANA visiting a big city by yourself; you can do whatever you want all day and choose the sights and sites that you prefer to see.

This time it was the first time I was abroad since IMA died… friends have already told me that the first year of mourning is extremely difficult since there are many "first events" that you do for the first time without the loved one… indeed IT WAS difficult, the simple fact that I could not share my experiences – as I always used to – with my mother was very hard for me…

In any case, I decided to visit the famous Cemetery of Montmartre, which I found extremely peaceful and aesthetic. At a certain point a cat caught my eye since he was sitting calmly among the graves…

Of course, you cannot avoid thinking about your own death, that shall come one day and seize you from the world of the living; and, subsequently, about your present life, and whether you are living it in a worthful and meaningful manner…

In the material modern world of today, which is full of noise and constant interruptions, I would recommend everyone to invest the time for going for a peaceful walk in a cemetery…

plated fish and death

2008-03-13T15:22:00.009+02:00

It is difficult to grasp the magnitude and deep meaning of DEATH. Lots of texts and books have been written on this major existential issue, and even a whole school of philosophy called "existentialism" was founded based on these thoughts… When I see a giant plated fish swimming around in a pond, I have the association of COLD and SOLITUDE that might be related to DEATH.

February 3rd, 2007 - IMA's garden

2008-03-12T21:42:00.001+02:00

gilui matzeva

2007-12-14T19:10:00.003+02:00

A picture taken in the seventies

2007-12-04T17:52:00.001+02:00

THE END

2007-11-25T22:46:00.001+02:00

Two weeks ago, on Saturday, November 10th, at 11 am, my mother died.

She died after a courageous battle against cancer.

I was with her at her last moments and so were my two sisters, she died in her bed at her home, with no medical intervention, as she wished to.

I passed with her the last night of her life and prayed for her "SHMA ISRAEL" although I consider myself a non religious Jewish woman.

We shall never, never forget her dignity and courage, which se kept till her very last moments.

the diagnosis

2007-11-21T13:09:00.000+02:00

Two years ago, on November 2005 we found out that my mother was sick with pancreatic cancer.

For some weeks already, IMA (mother in Hebrew) complained of pain and difficulties eating, of course we called some doctors that said that it is probably a VIRUS.

One of the last images I held of my "non cancerous" mother is me and her enjoying a sunny day on "Hof Hatzuk", a nice beach located on the north part of Tel-Aviv, me walking on the shore and IMA waving on my direction. This event took place two days before the diagnosis.

Two days after our outing at the beach my mother waked up suffering from jaundice.