This time last year, we were traveling to Boston to get Simi's heart fixed. I remember the caldron of emotions that engulfed me during that time. All those emotions come bubbling right back up to the surface like it was happening all over again.
I'm so glad we're on this side of the surgery.
Simi's doing great. He's still nursing his broken arm. He's still thin, although not as "concentration camp victim" thin as he was last year. He's much bigger now.
More later; I'm beat.
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