Good news again from the doctors. The discoloration on my cheeks, according to the dermatologist, while it is definitely graft versus host disease, is a mild form of it. She did not recommend any treatment. She will speak with Dr. Keyzner, my main doctor, and together they will decide if anything needs to be done, but that seems unlikely. I also got the go ahead last week to drink tea made from tea leaves. I am a tea snob, and I don’t like the taste of coffee. So I ordered new loose tea leaves from the Republic of Tea and a new tea infuser. It’s going to be just like old times.
Another of our old friends from Nashville was in New York this week to attend a wedding, to see some shows and sample the multi ethnic food. They came out to see us and we enjoyed catching up on the latest from Middle Tennessee.
Rhonda and I watched the last week’s Democratic debates. After the second one, we were so tired that we went right to sleep. It was only when I woke up at 2:30 AM that I realized the numbing effect of the debate. It was so great that it made me forget to take my evening meds for the first time since I got home from the hospital last October. I went downstairs and swallowed my four pills.
During the last week and a half I have been cleaning out my office as the new interim Rabbi, Rabbi Dina Shargel, begins to work for the synagogue. It was not easy. When you have a large office with a great deal of space you tend to accumulate a lot of stuff. I also filled up many, many bags with files of papers for recycling. I removed all the photos I had hanging on my walls. I took home some books, while leaving others that Rabbi Shargel said she’d like to use.
On the last day of the clean up just before I turned in the key to the office, I looked through many of the piles of book for the last time. I decided to take home a few more volumes and then I saw one more book I wanted at home, a book of poems by Yehiuda Amidchai, the great Israeli poet. It was his last published work, entitled Open Closed Open. I thought how appropriate. So many openings and closings for me this past year. Rhonda and I closed the door to the house we lived in for almost twelve years and opened the door on our new residence. Our daughter Deena got married. My body has seen more than its share of openings and closings. Finally my career in the Rabbinate is now closed. What doors will open for me in the future? I don’t know but I look forward to passing through the threshold of a new stage in life, and I hope, to new goals to attain.