Hello, this is Moshe Klein here from Israel,
I never usually had dreams. I never used to wear my heart on my shirtsleeves either, but having a fatal form of cancer did funny things to me.
I had a nightmare last night. I dreamt that I was dragged out of the hospital and left out on the street, gasping for breath. My wife and 2-year-old son watched me, both sobbing. I begged the doctors to take me back, begged them to let me become a healthy man, but they just laughed and laughed.
I woke up in a cold sweat. Not just from the dream. From the fact that my dream could be my reality.
Diagnosed with a particularly lethal form of cancer, I’m undergoing specialized treatment. But it amounts to thousands of dollars per week, rendering us penniless.
One thing is clear: if we don’t have enough funds for treatment, my life is in imminent danger.
Our only hope is help from the public. To all of you reading this, please answer a dying man’s plea and help me pay for this month’s treatment! Nothing would be more tragic than my little boy growing up fatherless because of a lack of funds.
Sincerely,
Moshe Klein
Israel
Note: To protect the family’s privacy, names have been changed and pictures are used for illustrative purposes only.
