H appy Chanukah! As we all know the story of Chanukah is all about miracles. My story included a lot of miracles as well. I’m sure you remember the story I shared about the day I was diagnosed. My parents were supposed to go away that Motzaei Shabbos but for some reason my mother decided to take me to the doctor on Friday morning instead of taking me to school. We had already been to the doctor three times for my cough but this time my regular pediatrician who had been away was back.
“I want you to take a chest X-ray” she said. (Later she told my mother that she doesn’t even know why she sent me for an X-ray. “I felt bad that you were worried so I just wanted you to have peace of mind” she said.)
We drove to the radiologist where I took an X-ray and right away the radiologist told my mother that they saw something on the X-ray. “There was a finding” he said. “Pick up a copy of the X-ray and bring it to your pediatrician immediately.”
My mother thought that maybe I had bronchitis but when the receptionist at the radiologist hurried us out of the building she started getting a little nervous.