The liver cancer was spreading, it wasn’t good. His request was that I come and see him. He was in Hadassah, En Kerem. Neither one of us said it, but he was asking me to come and say goodbye.
We had been a couple once. Circumstances and distance had kept us apart. He had always stayed in touch, there was a special spark, an intertwining of souls kept alive by skype visits and phone calls.
I suppose the vigil of waiting for heaven started then. It broke my heart to think I’d never hear his velvety voice call me Sweety with such affection, or joke about me being his Scottish woman, (I’m Canadian with Scottish descent), or meet me unexpectedly at the Coffee Bean in Jerusalem on my visits there. I couldn’t bear to think of it so I stopped those thoughts and began to plan the trip from Vancouver to Jerusalem. The trip to say goodbye.
His mom met us, my mom and myself, at the hospital and escorted us to his room. A thin figure lay on the bed, beard and hair overgrown, so different from the well groomed, impeccably dressed man I knew. He had a somewhat dazed look from severe illness and medication. It was the look in his eyes of sheer despair and hopelessness that tore my heart to pieces. The tears started to stream down my face. He was being eaten alive by this dreadful disease. I knelt beside his bed and took his hand we both knew what he was facing.
“Sweety, you’re really here.” “Yes, Sweety, I’m really here,” I said trying desperately to not let him see how sad I was. I dried my tears and for the next four hours, me his mom and my mom talked with him and laughed. Trying to lift his spirits and bring him back to life. Again, later on, he said, “You’re really here.” “Yes, sweety, I’m really here.”
We never stopped praying for him, praying for a miracle that he might be healed. Everybody was praying.
With my arrival his condition improved somewhat. He got a private room and after about a week of visits he asked me to stay overnight at the hospital with him.
Of course I would. I went about setting up my life in Hadassah Hospital Oncology Unit, Room 12. The room was equipped with flat screen TV with remote, a small fridge which his mom filled with her delicious Israeli Moroccan cooking and our favorite treats and drinks. There was a small cot for me to sleep on next to his bed. We had a lovely view of the hills of Jerusalem from the window which we tried to enjoy as much as we could. I called it the Israel Hotel just for fun. That was his name, Israel. And we would have a movie night with popcorn when he was able. I really tried to keep things as normal as possible for him.
Over the course of the next few weeks our bond became so close. I have never bonded and been so close to any other human being in my life. When it’s just you, a hospital room and your loved one who is dying, everything is stripped away. It is literally the pureness of souls meeting.
Our love grew so strong and yet I knew he was dying. He was so very sick. At times he was in so much pain and so distraught at not wanting to die so young, at 49, without having done everything in life he had wanted to. This happens to other people and in the movies, not to me. How will I survive this, watching my friend die right in front of me? Sometimes I would just kneel by the bed, hold his hand and we would both cry. In between tears we would proclaim our love and he would tell me I was his light.
Yom Kippur he apologized to me with his whole heart for anything he had done to hurt me. There had been some difficulty in the history of our relationship. I told him that as soon as I found out how sick he was, I had let go of all that. It didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was now. But I apologized too. The slate was clean and the connection between us pure and lovely.
Friends and family came to visit bringing gifts, prayers and lots of loving affection. I had no idea how large his extended family was. One of them laughed after I exclaimed, “Another cousin?”
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