Nothing could have prepared me for the moment when I received that terrible phone call and was rushed to the hospital’s intensive care unit, where the doctors told me that my dear son had lost his ability to move and would be disabled for life.
This was devastating, but we gathered the strength to move on.
A short time later, before my family had managed to recover, another disaster happened. A fatal accident claimed the lives of three of my young children, who were killed instantly.
We were – and are – beaten, frightened, alone.
The medical treatments for a child who is as severely disabled as our son are very expensie. We are still grieving, yet our situation has worsened and our obligations are growing. The owner of our apartment wants to throw my children out on the street.
Please have mercy on us.
The chagim are at the door, and while everyone else considers the holidays a rest I am busy finding a housing solution for my large family. Please give me a chance to survive and sustain my family in the face of this adversity.
