My friend's husband is not doing well. Despite his incredible resiliance, his liver is apparently very badly damaged, and the doctors are not optimistic.
When she married him, thirteen years ago--my mom corrected my math--I thought she was much too young to be getting married, and in any case had only known him a few months. (Way 231 you can tell the Balabusta is not haredi...) Now, all I can think is that she is much, much too young to be a widow. I keep expecting a miracle. This isn't quite sinking in yet.
All the way around on the other side of the wheel...
My paraprofessional-for-Monday's daughter had her baby, after a week of dilation, crankiness, and worry. The baby weighed nine pounds and fourteen ounces (WOW!), and is a girl. Mother and child are doing fine.
I should have the class make a poster for them, or something.
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Isn't it sometimes amazing how life and death are always running up against each other? I hope that your friends husband doesn't suffer too much.
may he blessed with a complete recovery, and may it be swift! never, never give up! he is still alive, and still has a chance, no matter how small!
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