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Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center 2012 – 20131 year PGY-1 Pharmacy Practice Resident Boston Medical Center (BMC). For the 31st year, U.S. News & World Report has deemed Memorial Sloan Kettering one of the top two cancer hospitals in the nation. Learn why Get Answers to your Questions with MyMSK. For the 31st year, U.S. News & World Report has deemed Memorial Sloan Kettering one of the top two cancer hospitals in the nation.The Timmerman Report is an independently-owned subscription publication that provides timely, in-depth biotech news and analysis. It’s for anyone who seeks to understand new drug development, diagnostics, genomics, and other technologies that are changing medicine.Password Lookup for MSK Employees and Students
At Memorial Sloan Kettering (MSK), we’re not only changing the way we treat cancer, but also the way the world thinks about it. Estimated: $39,000 - $55,000 a year Psych/Behavioral Sciences Winter/Spring Grads- SUPER Interview Day! Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center. This 10-week virtual summer internship program will partner you with technology, informatics and data leaders to explore MSK’s constantly evolving digital enterprise through interesting project work, while providing you with new learning opportunities and foundational knowledge in how technology in academic medicine creates a foundation for research, learning and patient care.A clinical search tool designed to allow health professionals to rapidly identify the highest quality evidence for clinical practice by aggregating systematic reviews, meta-analyses, guidelines, and clinical trials from over 75 trusted sources.Retrieving the letter that falls out of the envelope, I gasp as I recognize my father’s unmistakable, beautiful script
A FedEx delivery?
It must be a delivery for the office.
It isn’t.
It’s from my cousin, Peggy, in Florida.
I haven’t heard from her in ages... Why FedEx?
Retrieving the letter that falls out of the envelope, I gasp as I recognize my father’s unmistakable, beautiful script.
My father died decades ago.
My cousin’s note explains that while going through some papers her mother had left, she came across this letter from my father to his siblings in Memphis, updating them on his condition.
The letter is dated December 1963.
I sit down to read the letter, allowing memories to wash over me...1963
I’m entering my senior year in college, so most of my classes are in my major. I have two great roommates. I enjoy being in school in Manhattan, and I’m looking forward to spending Succos in Cleveland with an aunt and uncle and cousins close to my age.
Then everything changes.
My father “just doesn’t feel right,” and a thorough examination leads to numerous tests. After seeing the test results, the doctor schedules exploratory surgery for the first available date — Chol Hamoed Succos. During surgery, the doctor sees that it’s already too late. He sews my father back up, telling him there’s nothing that can be done, suggests he get his affairs in order and take a “dream vacation” with my mother.
Daddy is 59 years old, had always enjoyed good health, and is physically active. (He refereed basketball games at the JCC on Sundays.) How could he be that sick?
My father was always proactive. His response to his diagnosis is to seek a world-class cancer hospital and get another opinion. Sloan-Kettering is that address. Arrangements are made, and my parents come to New York, expecting to stay as long as necessary.
My mother is able to get a long-term room in the same hotel that houses my school’s dormitory, and we gradually acclimate to a new schedule.
My older brother is in graduate school, also in Manhattan. Mom spends the day in the hospital, and my brother and I visit as soon as our classes end for the day. On Shabbos, we walk to the hospital after shul and lunch, and stay until after we make Havdalah.
Time creeps on. Another surgery is scheduled, and we’re all hopeful that the prognosis will be more optimistic. In the meantime, Chanukah is approaching. My brother brings a menorah and candles, and since Daddy is in a private room, we decide to meet at the hospital each evening for candlelighting, which would, of necessity, be quiet and private.
As we set up the menorah for the first night, we can’t help but remember the Chanukahs of years past with all the singing, wild dreidel games, and Mom’s scrumptious latkes.
My father lights that first candle somewhat somberly, and we all say a heartfelt “Amen” to his shehecheyanu. Then we quietly sing Maoz Tzur.
The following afternoon, my father has a visitor; the man from across the hall comes in and tells my father that he’s also Jewish, and had heard our singing the night before.
“I haven’t celebrated Chanukah since I was a little boy in Europe. Could I come in tonight to be here when you light the candles?” the man asks.
My father is more than happy to invite him to join us, and they schmooze a bit before he returns to his room.
The next day, the same scenario repeats itself when the patients on either side of my father’s room come in and voice, somewhat hesitantly, a similar situation.
“I haven’t lit Chanukah candles since I left my home in South America….”
“Chanukah? I haven’t celebrated it since I was bar mitzvahed!”
And so it continues. Each night, more people come in to watch him light, and by the eighth night, the room is full. I have no idea how many countries, languages, and levels of observance are represented. There are people in wheelchairs, others with IV poles. There are people who looked shell-shocked and others who look jittery.L-theanine Sloan Kettering
All have come to remember, for that brief time, a miracle that took place almost two thousand years before, and to pray for a modern-day miracle for themselves. As I look around the room, into the wet, bright eyes of each person, I see that spark of the pintele Yid that the Chanukah licht had ignited.
L’illui nishmas Yitzchak Chaim ben Pinchas, niftar 16 Teves 5724
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 721)
Oops! We could not locate your form.| Guestlines || Fruits of Kindness |L Sloan Kettering| Spirit and Sparks || Family First Feature || Windows || Send Them Off as Jews | Ella Saltzman
I need to know I still have the Mommy Touch, even if I’m no longer a Mommy of babies; I’m more of a “Ma!” now Miriam Klein Adelman
She doesn’t notice the click of the shutter as I snap her picture Miriam Maggid
You get up the next morning and you head into your day, and you act like a normal person with normal problems Raizy Appeldorfer
Cold dread mingled with an absurd sense of validation at having my fears confirmed Yael Zoldan
I’m not exactly sure, and they can sense that. They sniff out uncertainty like bloodhounds Risa Rotman
“I want my mommy,” I repeated, sobbing, while the visitors looked on, not knowing what to say.
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Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center 2012 – 20131 year PGY-1 Pharmacy Practice Resident Boston Medical Center (BMC). For the 31st year, U.S. News & World Report has deemed Memorial Sloan Kettering one of the top two cancer hospitals in the nation. Learn why Get Answers to your Questions with MyMSK. For the 31st year, U.S. News & World Report has deemed Memorial Sloan Kettering one of the top two cancer hospitals in the nation.The Timmerman Report is an independently-owned subscription publication that provides timely, in-depth biotech news and analysis. It’s for anyone who seeks to understand new drug development, diagnostics, genomics, and other technologies that are changing medicine.Password Lookup for MSK Employees and Students
At Memorial Sloan Kettering (MSK), we’re not only changing the way we treat cancer, but also the way the world thinks about it. Estimated: $39,000 - $55,000 a year Psych/Behavioral Sciences Winter/Spring Grads- SUPER Interview Day! Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center. This 10-week virtual summer internship program will partner you with technology, informatics and data leaders to explore MSK’s constantly evolving digital enterprise through interesting project work, while providing you with new learning opportunities and foundational knowledge in how technology in academic medicine creates a foundation for research, learning and patient care.A clinical search tool designed to allow health professionals to rapidly identify the highest quality evidence for clinical practice by aggregating systematic reviews, meta-analyses, guidelines, and clinical trials from over 75 trusted sources.Retrieving the letter that falls out of the envelope, I gasp as I recognize my father’s unmistakable, beautiful script
A FedEx delivery?
It must be a delivery for the office.
It isn’t.
It’s from my cousin, Peggy, in Florida.
I haven’t heard from her in ages... Why FedEx?
Retrieving the letter that falls out of the envelope, I gasp as I recognize my father’s unmistakable, beautiful script.
My father died decades ago.
My cousin’s note explains that while going through some papers her mother had left, she came across this letter from my father to his siblings in Memphis, updating them on his condition.
The letter is dated December 1963.
I sit down to read the letter, allowing memories to wash over me...1963
I’m entering my senior year in college, so most of my classes are in my major. I have two great roommates. I enjoy being in school in Manhattan, and I’m looking forward to spending Succos in Cleveland with an aunt and uncle and cousins close to my age.
Then everything changes.
My father “just doesn’t feel right,” and a thorough examination leads to numerous tests. After seeing the test results, the doctor schedules exploratory surgery for the first available date — Chol Hamoed Succos. During surgery, the doctor sees that it’s already too late. He sews my father back up, telling him there’s nothing that can be done, suggests he get his affairs in order and take a “dream vacation” with my mother.
Daddy is 59 years old, had always enjoyed good health, and is physically active. (He refereed basketball games at the JCC on Sundays.) How could he be that sick?
My father was always proactive. His response to his diagnosis is to seek a world-class cancer hospital and get another opinion. Sloan-Kettering is that address. Arrangements are made, and my parents come to New York, expecting to stay as long as necessary.
My mother is able to get a long-term room in the same hotel that houses my school’s dormitory, and we gradually acclimate to a new schedule.
My older brother is in graduate school, also in Manhattan. Mom spends the day in the hospital, and my brother and I visit as soon as our classes end for the day. On Shabbos, we walk to the hospital after shul and lunch, and stay until after we make Havdalah.
Time creeps on. Another surgery is scheduled, and we’re all hopeful that the prognosis will be more optimistic. In the meantime, Chanukah is approaching. My brother brings a menorah and candles, and since Daddy is in a private room, we decide to meet at the hospital each evening for candlelighting, which would, of necessity, be quiet and private.
As we set up the menorah for the first night, we can’t help but remember the Chanukahs of years past with all the singing, wild dreidel games, and Mom’s scrumptious latkes.
My father lights that first candle somewhat somberly, and we all say a heartfelt “Amen” to his shehecheyanu. Then we quietly sing Maoz Tzur.
The following afternoon, my father has a visitor; the man from across the hall comes in and tells my father that he’s also Jewish, and had heard our singing the night before.
“I haven’t celebrated Chanukah since I was a little boy in Europe. Could I come in tonight to be here when you light the candles?” the man asks.
My father is more than happy to invite him to join us, and they schmooze a bit before he returns to his room.
The next day, the same scenario repeats itself when the patients on either side of my father’s room come in and voice, somewhat hesitantly, a similar situation.
“I haven’t lit Chanukah candles since I left my home in South America….”
“Chanukah? I haven’t celebrated it since I was bar mitzvahed!”
And so it continues. Each night, more people come in to watch him light, and by the eighth night, the room is full. I have no idea how many countries, languages, and levels of observance are represented. There are people in wheelchairs, others with IV poles. There are people who looked shell-shocked and others who look jittery.L-theanine Sloan Kettering
All have come to remember, for that brief time, a miracle that took place almost two thousand years before, and to pray for a modern-day miracle for themselves. As I look around the room, into the wet, bright eyes of each person, I see that spark of the pintele Yid that the Chanukah licht had ignited.
L’illui nishmas Yitzchak Chaim ben Pinchas, niftar 16 Teves 5724
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 721)
Oops! We could not locate your form.| Guestlines || Fruits of Kindness |L Sloan Kettering| Spirit and Sparks || Family First Feature || Windows || Send Them Off as Jews | Ella Saltzman
I need to know I still have the Mommy Touch, even if I’m no longer a Mommy of babies; I’m more of a “Ma!” now Miriam Klein Adelman
She doesn’t notice the click of the shutter as I snap her picture Miriam Maggid
You get up the next morning and you head into your day, and you act like a normal person with normal problems Raizy Appeldorfer
Cold dread mingled with an absurd sense of validation at having my fears confirmed Yael Zoldan
I’m not exactly sure, and they can sense that. They sniff out uncertainty like bloodhounds Risa Rotman
“I want my mommy,” I repeated, sobbing, while the visitors looked on, not knowing what to say.
Register here: http://gg.gg/p05rv
https://diarynote.indered.space
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