I have spent almost a quarter of my life fighting to regain the control over my body that Lyme Disease has taken from me. Now I am battling not only the invaders inside of me, but also the threat outside my door.
You have a level of compassion, being a nurse, and suddenly it’s more difficult.
How mindlessly I licked their melting ice cream cones and fallen lollipops. Even when they were sick, especially when they were sick, I held them close. Now, we can’t even touch.
Looking at me, you wouldn’t have guessed. I was a smart, outgoing, well-nourished, girl from a secular Jewish home, a top student at the school where I never missed a day.
I was also a battered child.
The board of health quarantines the fictional family, forcing Passover to be sorely reduced. It’s a lonely moment.
Some folks are turning this time into an opportunity to begin exercising, bond with family and pets, clean closets, or garden. I am reliving the Days of Awe.
Let’s create new rituals and weave our food deprivations into our holistic understanding of what this Seder is and what it represents.
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Outside was a surreal new reality where I could be endangering the people around me with a stray touch. Maybe there was something inside.
