The Little Things in Life
A member came to us with a great idea for a new segment in Cybershul. We want to hear from you about the “little things in life” that are bringing you peace, joy, or connection right now. Each week we would love to feature a different member.
Thanks to Laura-Lee Fineman Karp for sharing her story. We want to hear from you about the things that are bringing you peace, joy, or connection right now. Each week we would love to feature a different member. Interested in contributing? Email a paragraph and a photo of yourself to Melani Baker. The paragraph could be about a new hobby you have started, an idea for connecting with grandkids/nieces/nephews over Zoom, or any experience you’ve had during the pandemic.
This week’s story by Laura-Lee Fineman Karp
This essay is not about little things, nor is it about finding peace or joy in these frightening and tumultuous times. My words are about how our community has made simple survival possible.
My husband suffered a stroke on May 24. He received excellent care and intensive therapy during a four week hospital stay. After discharge, his recovery was set back by a series of infections. All in all, he was hospitalized three times in the course of the summer and spent two different stints in rehab facilities. Everything was complicated by Covid. If isolation at home is difficult, consider being in hospital or rehab where even window visits are not permitted. Think about a serious illness where beloved but distant family members are unable to fly in to visit.
During the periods when he was home, CBS’s Mitzvah Corps delivered wonderful, nutritious meals. My husband needs to go to dialysis thrice weekly which meant that three times each week I made two round trips between our Ballard home and the dialysis center on Capitol Hill. Friends who wanted to help with the driving were able to sign up on the Sign Up Genius, ably established and maintained by a CBS member. Our rabbis checked in with me via phone and email.
I was unable to find health aides through various agencies. This was yet another ripple effect of the virus. Being the sole caregiver and case manager was pushing me to the brink. Again, a CBSer saw the situation and took it upon herself to find help. In the end, the person whom we’ve engaged to help in our home is, you guessed it, a fellow co-congregant. As a result, my husband is getting far better care than I alone could provide, and my strength and sanity are slowly returning.