I have never done anything like this before. But I am a mother watching her son suffer, and I have no choice.
My name is Shira. Eight months ago, our 12-year-old Yonatan started coming home from school exhausted. Then came the fevers, the bruises, the blood tests — and the phone call that changed our lives forever. We were told to come to the emergency room immediately. Hours later, we had a diagnosis: leukemia.
Since then, Yonatan has been through chemotherapy, repeated hospitalizations, isolation, hair loss, and pain that no child should ever know. My husband Uri misses work shifts to drive him to treatments. I have cut my hours almost entirely to sit beside him. At home, our three younger children are scared and confused.
We are begging you, Klal Yisroel — please help us save Yonatan. To give our son a new life, and bring him home. With your help, it will be in your zechus every word of Torah he learns, every tefilla he utters. Hashem should bless you with health, parnassah, and all of your tefilos answered.
Shira
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