Hi, I’m Ziva Kaufman. Allow me to share a part of my life that I wish I never had to talk about.
Two years back, my husband Ari* was diagnosed with a severe heart disease. I still remember how Ari’s eyes met mine, filled with fear yet unwavering faith, and told me, “Ziva, trust in Hashem; we are not alone.”
Ari fought with all his might, learning Torah even from his hospital bed, spreading love and wisdom until his very last breath. Just a few months later, he returned his soul to its Creator. Our six children and I were left navigating a world that suddenly felt so empty.
Life has been a series of ups and downs since. Each day tests the limits of my emunah. And just when I thought we couldn’t be tested any further, two months ago, I discovered a lump.
My heart sank, and my thoughts immediately raced to my children—the youngest is just four years old; the oldest is taking on responsibilities far beyond his sixteen years. They have already lost a father. Now, I am battling to make sure they don’t lose their mother.
We were already burdened with medical debts from Ari’s illness; now, we have to think about my treatments too. Though insurance covers some, we’re drowning. Rent, bills, groceries—it’s too much.
I might be lying in a hospital bed, but I echo Ari’s sentiment: “We are not alone.” I have Hashem, I have my beautiful children, and I have you, my extended family of klal yisroel. Will you take my children’s hands and assure them that they are not alone?
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. May Hashem bless you and your loved ones with health and everlasting happiness.
With gratitude,
Ziva Kaufman
*Names have been changed to protect privacy. Photos have been used for illustrative purposes only.
