Microhistory: BC to AD

Inordinately fond of history as I am, I've decidedit seemed at the time, I was unlikely to prevail.
to write about it. Not about my first love--fromPeople visited me both at the hospital, and later,
an historical perspective, I mean--Medievalduring my convalescence at home, in droves. I
European History, or my second love, Russiansimply do not know how I could have coped
History. Not even about the bloodiest day inwithout the support of my family and friends,
American History, the Civil War Battle ofboth here and in Israel, and in particular, the
Antietam, which should have brought the Unionsupport of friends and people whom I took to be
cause close to victory, but, due tomere acquaintances from my synagogue, Kehilath
incomprehensible blundering, ended in a strategicJeshurun, in New York, together with its
draw, breathing two more years of life, at least,professional staff of Rabbis and others who
into Lee's Army of Northern Virginia. No, thevisited, called, wrote and prayed for me. Cousins
history I want to write about is microhistory, i.e.,in Chicago sent out e-mails to their yeshiva friends
MY history. Specifically, I wish to analyze, evaluateto put my Hebrew name on their mi-shebeirach
and discuss my recent struggle with cancer, and(prayer for the sick) list, and my daughter's
its meaning and consequences, if such may beChabad Rabbi in Buffalo, together with my own
found in that experience.Rabbi in New York, Haskel Lookstein, still pray for
The B.C. to which the title refers is Before Cancerme regularly. I cannot even imagine how anyone
(or Before Chemo, if you like) and the A.D. standsgets through an experience like this alone, yet I
for After Deconstruction. Those concepts andknow that people do. Part of the deconstructing
their respective meanings will take up the bulk ofexperience was the realization, not only of how
this essay.much I meant to people, in a way of which I was
But first, the salient facts: on February 28, 2005,completely unaware, but of how much they
just after my family's return from a ski trip inmeant, and still mean, to me. The support of this
Lake Tahoe, I woke up at about 2:00 a.m. with anmyriad of people has had a salutary effect on
unstoppable case of the hiccups, followed by anme, in that I try to take friends and family less
attack of almost unbearable abdominal pain. Anfor granted.
ambulance took me to the emergency room atAfter much research, both by me, and by friends
Lenox Hill Hospital, where the doctors diagnosed aand family members, I began to interview
"perforation or hole in my stomach," perhapsoncologists, and narrowed the field down to two.
caused by an ulcer. They needed to operateBoth reviewed my files and ran tests on me and,
immediately in order to save my life, but hopedto my surprise, and immeasurable relief, advised
that the surgery could be done laproscopically, some of their strong disagreement with my
as to be minimally invasive. As the anesthesia wassurgeon's prognosis. They agreed that, although
administered (for which I was deeply grateful), Imy type of cancer was serious and, indeed,
could not have known that everything up to thatlife-threatening, the surgery, coupled with an
point was, for me, B.C.aggressive treatment of chemotherapy and
A day or two later (my memory is still somewhatradiation gave me good reason to hope for a
hazy on the chronology of this period), when Icomplete recovery. After deconstruction comes
was still heavily drugged, but able to speak andreconstruction. I underwent the recommended
concentrate, I was told what the rest of mytreatments, and, 14 months A.D., am, as far as
family already knew: that I had a poorlymy tests can determine, cancer-free. I attended
differentiated stomach cancer, known as linitusmy nephew's Bar Mitzvah in Israel this past
plastica, a cancer which, oddly enough, is moreJanuary, and have taken my daughter to various
common in the young, and most prevalent incollege visits. As to whether I will dance at my
Japan. The cancer had been removed, as had mydaughters' weddings, or take the "Grand Tour" of
lymph nodes, and the lab testing was underway,the World with my wife, well, that's very much in
with the results to be forthcoming in a few days.God's hands, on a great many levels. I do not, and
Just a few years earlier, my beloved father-in-lawcannot know whether I have beaten this thing,
had died of stomach cancer, so I suppose I couldbut I do know that if there is more adversity to
be forgiven for some lack of optimism at thatcome from this disease, that I mean to go down
moment.fighting.
My recovery from the surgery (which was notThe difficulty now, lies not only in being vigilant
only non-laproscopic, but required, in fact, theabout a return of my disease. That is, of course,
removal of every millimeter of my stomach, andself-evident. The trick is to take from this
the attachment of my esophagus directly to myexperience the lessons it has afforded me about
intestines) was surprisingly quick and quitepriorities, and to live those lessons. Easier said than
satisfactory, but as I was about to be dischargeddone. The path of least resistance, of course,
from the Hospital, my surgeon informed me thatnow that the immediate threat has receded, is to
the lab work had confirmed his worst fears: thatgo back to old patterns of B.C. thinking, which
the cancer had infiltrated my lymph nodes andfocused on making money and engaging in
that, although he had removed all of them, thematerial pursuits: A nice house, nice car, nice
chances of metasticization were great. Heclothes, expensive vacations, etc. My personal
informed me that my life expectancy withoutrelationships, B.C. were certainly important to me,
treatment was about three months, and that,but as much (I am somewhat embarrassed to
with aggressive treatment, I might make it for assay) out of a chronic and childish need to be
much as two years (although he had rarely seenloved, admired and approved of, as out of more
that). In so many words, he suggested that I putaltruistic motivations. A.D., I still like nice material
my affairs in order and prepare myselfthings. If anything, I am now more interested in
emotionally for the journey from which there isnice clothing as, at 165 lbs., (80 lbs. less than my
no return (with all due respect to my believingall-time high) I have the physical attributes to look
Christian brethren, even He whom they believemuch better than before in off-the-rack outfits.
DID return, stayed only for a short visit).But I would like to think that my love of things
This conversation with my surgeon marked thematerial is somewhat more in perspective now. I
beginning of my A.D. experience. It is anapproach those desires more in a carpe diem sort
experience, I expect, more or less common toof way, than as goals in and of themselves. As
anyone who has been told that he or she has afor my personal relationships, I try to appreciate
fatal disease, and it forces one to contemplatemy family and friends more. I do not always
not only death (indeed, for me, that was thesucceed, as my wife, above all, will attest to.
easy part), but more importantly, a world and aReconstruction, after all, (particularly MY
future, in which he or she will have no part.reconstruction) is very much a "work in progress."
Suddenly, and without warning, I found myselfBut I keep in touch (e-mail makes that extremely
crying. Not about dying. Not about suffering.easy), and have grown much closer to some
Somehow, those things did not seem real, orpeople whom I have known for most of my life. I
tangible, or even important to me. But rather,find myself in the synagogue on a daily basis.
what I found devastating was the prospect ofMany around me don't understand what they see
not being able to visit colleges with my youngeras something of an obsession, but for me, it
daughter, as I had done with my older one; ofsuffices that I understand; I NEED to have a daily
not being able to dance (and, as importantly forconversation with the Almighty, both to thank him
me, to pontificate) at my daughters' weddings; offor my recovery to date, and to ask for its
not being able to attend my nephew's Bar Mitzvahcontinuation. Moreover, it is a mechanism for
in Israel (then ten months in the future). Andseeking the well-being of my family, my friends,
finally, of not being able to visit all those places allthe Jewish People, my Country, the State of
over the world which my wife and I had promisedIsrael and humankind, all of which have now
one another we would get to someday.seemingly become infinitely more important to
All of these considerations are deconstructing, tome. I don't know of anywhere else where one
be sure. The prospects I mentioned werecan hope (or dare) to place so tall an order.
daunting to face, but, oddly enough, strangelyI am working hard to rebuild my professional life.
liberating at the same time. Everyone...my friends,My illness and resultant inability (or unwillingness) to
family, colleagues and law partners told me not tofocus much on being a lawyer for the better part
worry about anything, other than getting well. Iof Year 1, A.D., cost me, and I need to redouble
seized onto that and instantly felt freed from themy efforts just to get back to where I was. I
shackles of my career, the need to pursuemean to do that, and quite a bit more. Luckily, I
professional success and earn money (I was, laterhave recently joined a firm, in which a number of
on, to pay dearly for this extended holiday fromthe partners are old friends, supportive,
reality). My wife and I, together with myprofessional, and understanding. I have no doubt
brother-in-law, who had (God bless him) flown inthat I will land on my feet. Also, luckily, I am very
from Israel at the drop of a hat and a few closegood (I apologize for the immodesty, but this is
friends, had begun some surreal discussions oftruth time) at what I do. My clients, and potential
emergency estate planning, including the desirabilityclients will be well-served by me, and will be lucky
of an immediate sale of our home, the creation ofto have me representing them.
various insurance trusts, and the like. My olderSo, can cancer actually be good for you? It
daughter had been asked to fly home fromseems a flippant, and ultimately, perhaps, a stupid
college without being told why. My youngerquestion. But the answer, I think, is that it can be,
daughter, not generally being given to displays ofprovided, of course, that it's the kind you can
emotion had, I was told, been crying into herrecover from. That's obvious. What is less
pillow for several nights straight. My wife put up aobvious is the beneficial qualities of the lesson or
brave front--she is, after all, an Israeli--but waslessons one can take from such an experience. I
plainly devastated. The rest of my familycan attest, of course, only to my own
members, my mother, brother, sister, aunt,experiences. I now celebrate a second "birthday"
cousins, together with my family, by marriage, inon February 28, the dividing line between B.C. and
Israel and their respective families, reacted as oneA.D.
would expect: with varying degrees of worry,Even the most fleeting glimpse of the Angel of
disbelief and fear.Death can teach us something about priorities, if
In the meantime, I was, mercifully, functioning onwe are observant enough to learn the lesson, and
a copious supply of opiates, to deaden theare wise enough to "walk the walk" on an ongoing
post-surgical pain. It worked some benefit on mybasis. May God grant me both the strength and
psychic pain, as well, and I was able, through thethe perspective.
haze, to become inured to the idea that I wasWarren R.
about to embark upon a fight for my life in which,