These pictures will help me form wonderful memories of candle glow but little else for the last ten days as chemo tends to help me forget many things, some not worth remembering. For example, I thought I slept through my chemo treatments: my daughter describes my recounting my marches on Washington, placing Clementine oranges on my nose to look like Rudolph, and my generally inappropriate behavior in the chemo room as no laughing matter.

The kids were incredibly wonderful as they cared for me. I was truly nervous about this because I did not want them to see me so vulnerable. They accepted my frailty and, each in their own way, guided me to find blessings and hope even during this Chanukah. So now they were unsuspecting and ripe for my prank! 

 

When they were little and they wanted to know how I knew about something they had done, I always told my children that mothers are so smart because they have eyes in the back of their heads. Finally I had an opportunity I have been planning ever since I learned I would lose my hair: to show them the eyes! With my sister Marla’s help we planted the eyes and I walked around until they noticed.