being away

It’s been less than a week away from my precious ladies—Alexis and Debbie. And though I abide by the mantra of all “good things” must come to an end, it seems that all the good things were starting after I left (that’s not to say that we didn’t have a good time, but the reality was that we were spending most our time in a hospital)—and even though I’d love to still be in Israel to share in Alexis’ new found freedom of breaking through the hospital doors, I am comforted that she is happier—out of the boxed room she was living in for over a month. Free from nurses, doctors and what seemed to be zookeepers—constantly getting checked up on, fed and stared at—Alexis, though not completely free from the C word, is finally getting a breath of fresh air. I spoke to her the other day—she had a lilt in her voice and her energy was strong.