November 15, 2013

• Hello Friends

  I don't believe I stayed away from Xanga for this long a time, even when I had my knee replaced two years back. I am so sorry about this absence, especially when all of you dear readers, are so kind to me and my family with your prayers for my son in law. So many of you have sent personal emails  and e-cards and called to ask about him. Bless you all for such heart felt messages.

  Dave has stayed strong and so has Saadi. He continues to have pain, but it is not as severe as it was prior to radiation. In his face I see tiredness. I don't know if he tells me he is feeling better just to console me. The children are too busy with school and I don't think Davis can process much about the illness. Noah is like his dad, a total gentleman, quiet and caring, always wanting to help and be there for the mother.

  Me, besides falling apart, praying, and doing a hundred things in a day, I think I am doing okay.

  I am posting this entry, to thank each one of you for the fine sentiments that you have conveyed in your comments. I am just sorry that I cannot individually respond to them. I am not depressed, but not too far from it either.

  My younger sister who lives in Ft. Lauderdale sent an email to my husband, telling him that she was checking on the flights and tickets so she could come and spend a week with me to keep me company. She wanted to give me a surprise and wanted to come just so she could share my feelings and hold my hand. Well, Mohamed comes upstairs, and tells me, "did you know that your sister wants to come here by the end of this month? Did you ask her to come?" I was doing the dishes in the kitchen, and my jaw just dropped. I do not want her to come here; not at this time when we've had snow and the temperatures are in the teens. She has post polio syndrome and cannot walk well and uses a walker, and cold weather affects her legs adversely.  So I said, "No, absolutely not. I do not want her to come and expose herself to this weather."

  Then I sat down and sent her an email. I couldn't call, because it was already so late in Florida. She called me this morning. She said that she didn't care about the weather, and that she would be happy to just be with me so she could offer me her shoulder when I cried. My younger sister! I explained to her how cold it was here, and I would feel very guilty if she came. Then she went on to say, " in 1976, when mother sent me out of her door to come away to America, you stretched your hand and held me, and took care of me and my family. At this time in your life when you are hurting so much, I want to be with you, because I can never forget what you did for me and how you supported me". She was sobbing. You think I didn't cry? Dang, that was so hard. Of course she was exaggerating about me. She came here as a physician, and did well for herself. Anyway, I convinced her that if I wanted her here, I would call her. After much argument, she agreed. I am blessed with so much love around me.

  I try very hard to keep myself busy. Today I thought I would clean my library a little, and while doing that I came across a large scrapbook. There was nothing in that book except for cards and letters. I was nominated for Illinois Family Physician of the Year in mid nineties. All these letters and cards, about hundred and fifty or so, were from patients and friends who had written about me. OMG! They had paid such amazing tribute and written such glorifying words. I had never seen these letters and cards before. Apparently the office manager opened them and stuck them in the scrap book, and she may have told me that I should read them at my leisure! Well almost twenty years later I finally am reading them. There was one letter addressed to the chairman of the  American Academy Of Family Physicians by a girl who had emigrated from Bosnia. I had completely forgotten about her; she had  come as a refugee from that war torn country, and after a short stay in Texas had come to Quincy. I got her admitted to the college here and got some funds for her from different people so that she could complete her pre-medical course. OMG! I kept reading that letter and I had tears rolling down my cheeks. She told the chairman of the committee about me and why I needed to win this nomination. What a humbling afternoon for me. I honestly don't remember all that she had written. But it kind of made me feel good.

  My grand children are keeping me busy. Zain is growing up. He is three months old now, and he smiles so much, and is beginning to coo and drool at me when I try to sing to him. Andrew is enjoying the "pee chool". His dad used to say the same thing for Pre School.

  Love you all so much, and thank you from the depths of my heart for your prayers for my son in law David and daughter Saadia. I wish them both happy and healthy togetherness for decades to come, God Willing. Amen.

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

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