His red and white blood count were extremely low, but thank G-d, the doctors were able to save him.
However, he is in a drastically weakened state and now looks like he will need regular assisted living just to get by every day.
This has been horrible to see someone who has always been so strong, smart, and there selflessly for all of us, to be in this condition.
We found a nice place for him, but even the nicest place isn't his place and doesn't allow the independence he (and we all) always cherish.
On top of it, I get a letter in the mail with more than half a dozen tickets on his car.
It's impossible, because he hasn't been driving due to his illness.
We run down to check his car, and sure enough someone stole his plates (and replaced them with another set).
They did this to his car that has handicapped tags.
In the meantime, they are driving around through tolls and doing G-d knows what.
The police were helpful--they came as soon as they could--took a report, the plates that were switched onto his car, and dusted for fingerprints.
I will never forget standing there just after my joint surgery--when not three hours before, I thought to myself, maybe things are finally calming down.
Hopefully, the police will catch whoever did this.
In the meantime, I take comfort knowing that G-d is the ultimate police force. ;-)
(Source Photo: Dannielle Blumenthal)