A Journey We Didn’t Plan from Nechama Spielman’s Diary

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Our Journey through Planet Cancer

I remember exactly where I was sitting.

I remember the curious sun ray that peeked inside to see our new house, slid gracefully across the table, jumped down, gave the floor a luster, and flashed me a warm smile. Maybe it was trying to stroke my cheek, even before we ourselves knew that, just a few moments later, we would be needing just such a comforting embrace. Continue reading A Journey We Didn’t Plan from Nechama Spielman’s Diary


A Letter Meant for You, Our Dear Freinds and Supporters

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I wanted to thank you for helping us get adjusted.

Even before we had gotten to the hospital, you opened up your hearts and the doors of Ezer Mizion – Oranit and showered us with warmth and love. Continue reading A Letter Meant for You, Our Dear Freinds and Supporters


A Letter that Belongs to You, Our Friends and Supporters

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Shalom u’verachah!

I want to express my profound gratitude to the important chessed organization, Ezer Mizion.

Two and a half years ago, my mother was stricken with cancer. She battled the illness for two years, until she passed on. Continue reading A Letter that Belongs to You, Our Friends and Supporters


A Letter Meant for Your, Our Dear Friends and Supporters

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I consider it my privilege to express to you some of the enormous gratitude I have towards Ezer Mizion, and in particular, to Ophira Taylor and the entire staff of the chareidi Cancer Patient Support Division, headed by Blumi Willner. After already having lent your support to my family during my husband’s illness, you went on to help me personally by funding emotional therapy. Over the last few months, I underwent two series of therapy based on the “Journey” approach with Ayala Garbi, as arranged by the trusty intervention of Ezer Mizion’s Donald Berman Rehabilitation Center.

The offer to receive therapy in itself, after my husband finished his course of chemotherapy and reached a “hiatus,” moved and heartened me very much. Continue reading A Letter Meant for Your, Our Dear Friends and Supporters


Of Tantrums and Rabbits

Enjoying Ezer Mizion activities
Enjoying Ezer Mizion activities

Things are ok now but nightmares are something that you never really get over. Hadas recalls those months of terror in the hospital with Maoz, her tiny son. “Ima, what are they doing to me?” he would ask.  The chemo bag was marked ‘Danger’ and its contents were dripping into his little veins. Maoz looked like a tiny, helpless laboratory mouse. It began with nausea and continued on to non-stop vomiting. She tried to be upbeat for his sake, “Pretend that you’re superman and the ‘chemo juice’ will kill those bad cancer germs inside you and make you super-strong.” But her too-mature-for-his-years son answered, “Mommy, superman is a fairy tale. And this, this is real!”   Continue reading Of Tantrums and Rabbits


Panic…Computer Glitch!

pr moneyMistakes happen. Even computers have been known to slip up. But how the glitch is handled—that’s what ‘separates the men from the boys’.

A Chinese auction held in Israel was a case in point. There were over 100,000 entries, each one bar-coded and entered into the auction. Except one. It received its bar code but did not become an auction entry. The program- perfect in every way-botched this one entry. It was only discovered after the auction took place.  Now what? True, the vast majority of entries did not win a prize but this one never had a chance to win. We can’t simply keep the donation, said the organizers. And so, with trepidation, the call was made.

Ezer Mizion: Hello, good evening. I’m calling from Ezer Mizion about an unpleasant incident and I apologize in advance…

Donor: What happened…? Continue reading Panic…Computer Glitch!


Pre-Pesach Musings

The following message came to Ezer Mizion’s Cancer Patient Support Services staff. The message was sent by Racheli E., a young widow who lost her husband Eliavpr file z”l recently. She wrote it to staff after her children returned from an Ezer Mizion trip for a group of youngsters who had lost a parent to cancer.


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Dear Batsheva,

Sorry for the late hour. I want to thank you so much for today. The children really had a great time… You gave my kids what I don’t have the emotional strength to give them now. A day of fun. A day of letting loose. A day of opening up the black curtain and letting the sunshine in. Please pass on my regards and my thanks to everyone. I am sending you something I wrote – a bit long, but nice. Please share it with everyone else at Ezer Mizion. All of you have been with me during this journey. It is to you at Ezer Mizion that I can confide my deepest feelings. I know you understand. You have all been my ‘best friend’ holding my hand throughout and I wanted to share this with you.


Like everyone who starts sniffing Pesach on the horizon, the tension at my home leaped to heights.

But this year, that the black hole pervaded every inch of my home. Even if I ppr suitaint it in all the cheerful colors in the world, something will always bring the black back to the forefront. Continue reading Pre-Pesach Musings


A Journey

pr trainIt’s been a long journey. One I hadn’t planned to take. But now that I did, I’m really happy to have arrived. It’s a place that not too many people travel to. They’re a bit frightened of it. I was, too. But that was before I actually got here. It has a scary name. Many people don’t even want to say its name. I wasn’t the one who bought my ticket. It was purchased by the One who knows us all, who knows exactly where we have to go to achieve what is best for our soul. He put me on the train with a suitcase packed with strength. “You can do this,” He whispered to me. I wanted to argue. I didn’t think I was capable of this trip at all but the train was already rolling along its tracks. It was too late.
So I opened the suitcase. Continue reading A Journey


Rx: Fun

pr canc sup camp 2015We drove up a country road. So quiet. A chipmunk flitted across the path, the leaves gently danced in the breeze. What a contrast to the scene as I alighted from my car. Children were jumping up and down in excitement. Young parents were grabbing their children’s hands and running towards the field. Toddlers were shrieking with joy, having no idea of what the excitement was about but delighted to join in the medley of happy shouts. And what was the excitement about? Continue reading Rx: Fun


A Letter Meant for You, Our Dear Friends and Supporters

pr mental illness flower MB900445658To all the very dear people at Oranit-Ezer Mizion,

We came to you about a year ago, after a friend recommended to us to take part in your activities for cancer patients and their families, and we were privileged to meet remarkable people.

In a very stormy period of our lives, you provided an all-encompassing response for us and for our children, who found refuge in the Lego Club led by Maor and in the weekly game club, which they will always remember as an enjoyable family experience in the midst of a trying period of grueling treatments. Continue reading A Letter Meant for You, Our Dear Friends and Supporters