Ramadan

I think I write about this holy month every year. So we are in the last ten days  of the month and the Muslims are fasting and praying and asking for blessings on this holiest of holy months.

I have not fasted this year. My cardiologist dragged his ‘hmmmm’ a little too far. He thought I should wait out this year, and try fasting next year. He thinks I would get very tired by the end of the day, and may not feel good. Therefore I sent some money home to India and have asked my nephew and his wife to give it towards the feeding of some folks who fast and do not have enough resources to buy food. That’s what we are supposed to do. I hope my charity in this way is acceptable Up Above!

I cannot believe it has been almost a year since my MI. It was the first of July. Ramadan was just over when we had traveled to London on the 29th of June. Well, I have been feeling good, and haven’t had too much problem. I do my exercises two or three days a week for an hour each time, walk as much as possible, and have lost about twenty pounds, eating healthy. {{except today, when I had two mangoes and a dish of fried onion rings!! 😦   }} SOooo,  I think I am okay.

My sister sent mangoes from Florida. OMG! they are so good to eat, and have the best fragrance. Her daughter also has mango trees in her yard, and she has sent me a box of the same which I will receive tomorrow! I am on cloud nine. SO happy at this windfall.

My nephew’s daughter is getting married in India. The wedding will take place on the 3rd of August. He wants me to attend it. He thinks of me like as if I am his mother. Always refers to me like that. His mother was my older sister. The daughter is a physician. She always told me that she wants to be a physician like me, and wrote a very sweet letter to me after she got engaged; she says that she became a physician because she wanted to be like me, and now that she is getting married, she wants me there.

Don’t know what to do. If I go it will be for about ten or twelve days. Would love to go. But I am somewhat afraid to travel after the last stint in London.
What do you all think I should do?