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There are no words to describe the nightmare of Toruń

“Choose one,” I hear myself say. I suck in my breath because I hadn’t known I was going to say it until after I did

Instead of going on a honeymoon, I began chemo

“Now you look shtotty. Now you can go into the world”

Later, as I pushed the double stroller home, I mulled over her statement. Wisdom? Me?

Mrs. W., when I came to your house for Shabbos, I realized how much I didn’t know