Falling Into Fall
Nobody has any guarantees in this war-torn world.
Usually I love summer and wish it would last longer, but not this year. Between breast cancer, COVID and hip pain, the summer of 2023 has been one of my worst. My only good news is that I don’t have the BRCCA gene, don’t need a double mastectomy or a hysterectomy. The absence of a negative has become a positive. Also, my autistic daughter does not have to worry (more than anyone else) about the risk of breast cancer. Better still, I don’t have to explain any of it or have more life and death conversations for the moment.
I was hoping Fall would be uplifting and my next blog could be funny or upbeat, but world events have not cooperated (to say the least). Even the fall weather has been mostly dreary, with rain every weekend — especially on Saturday — for the past six weeks. Perhaps the weather has been an omen?
The cruel attack and slaughter of innocent Israeli families by Hamas terrorists takes evil to the lowest and most unimaginable level. Killing and kidnapping joyous young people enjoying an outdoor concert has been excruciating for the Israelis who don’t know if their loved ones are alive or dead. The elderly and Holocaust survivors have not been spared either. And what could be worse than burning innocent children and…
