Israel 23,
April 13, 2025,
Hi Everyone,
Yesterday was a quiet day. I spent the morning getting caught up on my emails. I like to classify my emails every day or so or the total number becomes unwieldy. I owed a few friends a return email. I then went up on the terrace and studied Hebrew. Progress is slow as usual but I give myself credit for trying. It was too cool for swimming and the beach was virtually empty. The sky was blue with a little breeze, the perfect weather for walking around and visiting Tel Aviv. There are always new neighbourhoods to visit.
There are facebook websites called Sword of Iron and Volunteers for Israel where anyone who is a member can post things. There is a useful amount of information about what is going on in Israel. Often one can find places to volunteer for the day or for a week. A lady made a posting for volunteers who were looking for a seder to attend. All of my relatives here were either going away or were having a seder with their in-laws. I decided to accept the invitation and brought a box of Belgian chocolates. One of the volunteers staying at Maxim’s was also invited so we walked over together, a 10 minute walk.
The seder was fabulous. The lady was originally from Montreal and had been living in Israel for 40 years. She is a professional comedian and travels the country and the world giving performances in English, French and Hebrew, an incredible accomplishment. Her husband was an accountant from London. My friend was from Ottawa and has lived all over the world. There was another lady from Montreal who had a long career with the Canadian government. The last fellow had an NGO that helps new immigrants adapt to Israel, finding them jobs and apartments. All together it was a highly intelectual group. It is rare that I meet people who have travelled and even lived in as many or more countries as me. Except for one person, we were all on the better side of 68, a real group of genuine real live hippies from the 60s. You can imagine the conversation or maybe you can’t.
The seder was brief as planned, even shorter than our seder in Montreal. Boray Pree Hagoffen and the meal began. We started off the evening with an orange wine that resembled a dry port wine followed by main course of brisket, salmon and salad. For desert we had cheese cake. The wine and conversation flowed until after midnight although I had to leave at 10:30 as I had to get up at 5:30 for work. The lady’s husband did all the cooking, a first quality home cooked meal.
This morning after a 3 day break a was back to work with MDA in Ramat Gan. I had a new team that as usual was very competent. The driver was an experienced paramedic who had spent time in Gaza and Lebanon. He carried a pistol which is common for the driver. We go into many different areas of Tel Aviv, rich and poor and we are never sure what we can meet. Although I have never had an incident in 2 years, it is reassuring. Although I am well trained after my 3 days training with Krav Maga, in orderto disarm an assailant with a gun, knife or baton, I would rather not have to put my lack of experience to the test. The chief today on our mission had 8 years experience with MDA and had just finished his medical training as a physician. He is in the process of deciding what specialty that he will do. I tried to convince him to do urology. Rounding off the team was a young girl who is still training to be a paramedic. The chief let her do the initial history and physical exam of the patient. Afterwards he gave her a lot of teaching in the ambulance, reviewing the case.
Our 1st case was an elderly female in the last staged of breast cancer. The physicians had stopped active therapy and she was having palliative care. The paramedics discussed the case at length with the family to get an idea of what they wanted for their mother. In the end we decided to bring the lady to Tel Hashomer for further palliative care.
The 2nd case was an elderly man of Yemenite origin. In 1948 Israel brought 48,000 Yemenite Jews to Israel in an operation called Magic Carpet. These Jews had lived in Yemen for almost 2000 years. However the antisemitism had become untenable after the foundation of the State of Israel in 1948. 800,000 were forced to leave their homes in Arab countries from 1948 to 1950. They had been living in these countries for 1000 years and left in 2 years with no compensation and not a word from the UN. The man didn’t feel well and all of a sudden, without warning vomited ‘coffee grounds’ all over himself and the floor. Coffee grounds often means partially digested blood in the stomach indicative of internal bleeding. The family, consisting of 6 people didn’t bat an eye lash. They just cleaned it up as if nothing had happened. The floors in most Israeli apartments is made of tile for large plaques of marble 75×75 cm making clean up much more simple than had the floor been made of wooded lattes. We transported the patient to the hospital.
The 3rd case was an elderly man with shortness of breath. He had some crackling at the base of his lungs so we diagnosed that he had congestive heart failure. We gave him 40mg of a diuretic, furosamide and transported him to the hospital. On arrival at the hospital, he voided a large amount of urine and felt much better. His shortness of breath had disappeared and his colour was much improved.
The 4th case was an elderly man who apparently had bradycardia, a slow heart beat. When we arrived he had a high blood pressure but no indication of bradycardia. He was in no acute distress and was not short of breath or had chest pain. We spoke to his family MD who will treat him as an outpatient.
I am writing my blog in one of my usual haunts called Mikes Place. They serve comfort food and the place has big screen TVs on the wall. There is football everywhere. It resembles some of the bars that you find in American ski resorts. On certain nights there is live entertainment but not tonight. I just spilled my bear, missing my ipad and cell phone so the waiter kindly offered me a refill.
Love,
Brian
My hippy friends

MDA paramedics and Tel Aviv








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