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4 Nov

November should be a month of “celebration”.

Two years, ago, on 1/11/2010, Professor Ben Novis gave me his fateful diagnosis. Considering the original prognosis of six months – there certainly is something to celebrate.

Today is my 64th birthday. Having seen the Beatles sing their iconic song on the subject – live at Hammersmith Odeon almost 50 years ago – this year has a special meaning for me.

It seems as though more people than I could ever have believed have sent – or are trying to reach me to send – good wishes. I’m overwhelmed. I’d love to thank each and every one of you individually. But unfortunately, I just can’t do that this year. Please God next year.

In two weeks, it’ll be the first anniversary of this blog. Of all the many positive things that have come out of the blog, there is one of which I’m particularly proud to be a part. My first oncologist, Ido Wolf, M.D., Senior Lecturer, Tel Aviv University at Tel Aviv Sourasky Medical Center’s Oncology Department, received a not insubstantial grant from the Hirshberg Foundation for Pancreatic Cancer, based on his research thesis: “The hormone klotho: a novel regulator of the ERK1/2 cascade in pancreatic adenocarcinoma”.

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Independence Day

25 Apr

Tonight will usher in Israel’s 64th Independence Day. Israel will morph movingly from solemnly commemorating its fallen soldiers to celebrating the miracle of the modern State. While so-called “Human Rights” activists around the world have selectively chosen Israel for what they call BDS (Boycott, Disinvestment, Sanctions), any caring person would have to ask: “Why, despite Israel’s many faults, those activists cannot recognize serially worse offending States and campaign for their citizens who have no rights at all? Israel’s defenders would alternatively call that political agenda and anti-Semitic campaign: Blood-libel, Distortion, Slander.

I still see Israel as a land of miracles, flowing with milk and honey. Only my ketogenic diet precludes the milk and honey. I’ll settle for a personal miracle.

This Independence Day has brought The Beatles back to the fore – in particular their song “When I’m 64”. It starts, of course, with those happy lines:

“When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,

Will I still be sending you a Valentine,

Birthday greetings, bottle of wine”.

I’m looking forward to being 64 in November, and I’m OK with the Valentine surprise, birthday sonnet and even a glass of red wine now and again. But losing my hair, many years from now? Not unless I invoke the words of Nankki-poo from Gilbert and Sullivan’s “Mikado”:

“We’ll call each second a minute – each minute an hour – each hour a day – each day a year. At that rate we’ve about thirty years of married happiness before us”!

Only in my case, if Abraxane is working, let my hair fall out thirty years from now.

To the world I say, be objective, recognize democracy and independence.

Happy Independence Day.. .  .   .


But having mentioned The Beatles – I must go down memory lane. To 1964 – when I saw The Beatles live at The Hammersmith Odeon. An unforgettable experience, as alive today as it was live then. I remember recalling that experience at a work convention in Israel- where each participant was asked to present himself and describe one moment of personal greatness. Almost all the other participants recalled heroic war action, which I found both amazing and personally humbling. I continued my presentation by saying that I couldn’t decide which experience was greater – the Beatles concert, or attending the World Cup Final at Wembley in 1966. My stories won first and second prize. But that’s a different story.