Chartering Her Own Path: My Mother’s Final Hours
I spent my first Shabbas in Sloan Kettering Hospital on March 2nd. Just a week earlier, my parents had hosted a large Purim celebration for family and friends. My mother, dressed in surgeon’s scrubs an Israeli doctor had given her when she took my father for a procedure at NYU Medical Center, and my father dressed as the “Laughing King,” entertained our twenty plus guests unaware of the devastation about to begin.











