Shabbat Shalom

Just got back from going to Shabbat services with my dad. The rabbi played guitar during the service and it was very musical. I like that the service begins with a reflection on the great things that happened during the week with an audible sigh to let go of the rest. Although I have to admit, I went there with a heavy heart and some serious praying to do. I was hoping for a little more seriousness, perhaps a sermon in Iran and then a misheberakh (prayer for the ill) for Sylvie and Pablo tonight. No worries. I really enjoy going although it was a bummer that Michael was being nurse to Sylvie and hence couldn't join me. I thought it was a good idea to get in a good word for Sylvie before she begins her 6th and final round of chemo. And Pablo, dear Pablo, needs our prayers right now. For a little boy who we have never met, Michael and I are moved to tears reading his parents' blog. We share so many of the same experiences as being parents of cancer kids however our children's experiences and their responses to their treatments could not be more different. I don't want to disclose it in detail for fear of it sounding like cancer porn but dear sweet vibrant funny Pablo is very sick indeed. So please say a prayer for Pablo tonight, too.