Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Appoinments

Home is suppose to be a place where no harm can come. The feeling of hopelessness was to much to hold. My next doctor appointment came on Thursday. I layed on a bed. An IV in my arm. Shots in my thighs. Special type of oxygen in my nose. Lasted about one hour. Told to come back next week. I walked out with many prescriptions that needed to be filled. As my mother drove me home I felt like crying. But no - tough Doved won't cry. Next day in yesheva, my Rebbe asked me how my appointment went. I told him it went ok. Three days later I fainted again. I didn't tell anyone this time. I thought that I just blacked out like everyone does once in a while. After my next appointment (which i didn't even tell them that I fainted again), I fainted again, and again and again. I couldn't take it any longer. What was happening to me?! To Be Continued....

Friday, June 15, 2007

Blood and Passing Out

People like to talk. Not listen. We enjoy talking about ourselves. The experiences we've gone through. But only if we come out as the hero. If we look bad in the story, we will never share it. In my case, I didn't care of how I looked in this story. I would tell my Rebbe everything. If I was wrong or right, didn't matter. I somehow knew he cared and it didn't matter how bad I looked. My night sader chavrusa, Ari, who is about five years older than me, happened to be my Rebbe's first cousin. They were very close. They seemed almost like brothers. But i always worried that my situation would get back to Ari. He was one of those older guys who was very popular but deep down still has a heart of gold. One night in the middle of night sader i felt my nose start to bleed. I felt all weak, like i was going to faint or something. I excused myself. Ran to the bathroom. Locked myself in a stall and sat on the floor. I felt all the blood leave my face and so very weak. I blacked out. I woke up a few minutes later, i woke up and felt a little better. I went back to the Bais Medresh as if nothing happened. Next day, I came home during my lunch break. No one was home. Again, the same feeling. My nose started to bleed. Covering my cloths in blood. I stood up a walked to the kitchen to get a tissue. Bam! I hit the floor. I passed out again. The blood trailed from my nose on the kitchen floor. While I was "out". My mother came in the house with groceries. She saw me laying in the kitchen covered in my own blood. She started shrieking, calling my name, holding my hand. TO BE CONTINUED...

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

My little chat

Why does everyone think that they are the smartest in the world. Never ask for directions . Never ask for help. We think that we can do it all ourselves. My Rebbi wanted to talk. Of course I knew what it was about.
"Daved" He said. "What is it? What is going on with you?"
Should I tell him? Na. No one is to know.
"Nothing, why?" I said nonchalantly. I knew he wouldn't buy that. Who was I kidding? My Rebbe, I would say, is in his upper thirties and very down to earth. One of those few Rabaim who can actually relate to people half their age.
"Come on, Doved. I'm worried for you. Please tell me whats bothering you." He said
Very lightly I said. "I went to the doctor the other day and I'm a little nervous, that's really all." I didn't tell him to much. At least not yet. Honestly, it felt so good telling him. The little bit I told him just felt like a load off my shoulders. I saw him deep in thought. He was quiet for a moment and then asked of a little more details. I told him that there is nothing to worry about. Why did I tell him that? I was worried plenty. I guess because I don't like to be some NEBACH case. All in all, I felt so much happier i told him. I plastered on a fake smile for the rest of the day and continued on. TO BE CONTINUED...

Friday, May 18, 2007

Pain Kept Inside

Life is what you make out of it. It can be fun. It can be hard. Whatever you want. I choose depressed. Why? Don't know. Just was. I had a rare and very bad cell in my blood. I needed treatment ASAP. From office to office to hospital to hospital, things just got worse. I would faint alot. I would bleed from my nose alot. No one would know of my situation except my parents. I covered up for everything. Not my siblings, not my friends would know. NO ONE!!! I wasn't ready to be some pity case. NO WAY!!! So when I planed for no one to know that's the way it was going to be! Days go by with nobody knowing my pain. The pain built up in me emotionally. My folks were calm but that's the way they were always. They respect the fact that I didn't want them to tell anyone. And so it was. I missed a couple days in Yeshiva here and there but no one noticed anything diff. I knew i had to speak to someone. But who???? What happened next was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. Two weeks into the month of November on a Tuesday my Rebbe was giving Sheir. As usual i was spacing out, thinking about my fate. He finished and everyone left the room. My Rebbe asked to have a few words with me....... (TO BE CONTINUED)

Monday, May 14, 2007

The Appointment

Did you ever wonder what it would be like to be famous? I never wanted to know. I always tried to stay far away from the spotlight. It's funy, the things you don't want you always get.
I walked into room #5. Why i still remeber it was room 5 i don't know. After a couple of min the doctor came in and did the basic tests. "Last time in.......let's see.......... about a years right?"
"uh hu"I nodded. I hate Doctors. I hate Doctor offices. Maybe that's why I get all nervous when I walk in. I can hardly speak a full sentince in one. After some pokes and feeling around he said "I'm a little concerned about ......."(NOT GOING INTO DETAIL AT THIS MOMENT). Concern! I hate that word. What happened ever with the word "problem". Did they say "Houston, we are a little concerned" ? No! I think it went, "Houston, we have a problem..!" I did the follow up app. and nothing went well. ....TO BE CONTINUED

Thursday, May 10, 2007

The Begining

I'm normal. Thats what I always tell myself. I like going out and doing stuff with my friends. I like taking risks. I also enjoy doing crazy things. Some might say, I have guts. In other words..... your regular teenager. One night I had a dream. I would say I was 16 years at the time. I remember it like it was yesterday. An older fellow with a long beard came over to me. He did not look happy. He started to wave his finger at me. He spoke very very quiet. I bearly heard him say "I will make you suffer!" What?! I woke up! Gee, another one of those weird dreams, I thought. Next night the same. Weird. Huh? My life at the time was pretty much a routine. Got up. Got Dressed. Went to Yeshiva. Came home at night. Went to Sleep. What could go wrong? Hell, I was sooooooo wrong....... I had no clue what was in store for me! To be Continued...

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Well here it is... all of it

How do I explain this. Well let's see..... I just turned 20 last month. Thank you, Thank you! I look like your typical kid but do I have a story to tell. I plan on updating this blog often and convay it all. I never told anyone the Real story. My goal here is to teach one lesson. I could be anyone!!!! I could be your best friend. But you don't know my story yet. Bluntly: Judge everyone with favor. You just don't know what they go through every day...