I was trying. Friends and relatives were also helping. The situation was beyond hopeless and I was helpless to keep things together. I had three children in three separate hospitals, located in various parts of the country. One was in a mental hospital, two in medical hospitals. Can you imagine the anguish, the sights I witnessed daily? The despair when I had to leave one to visit another. The tiny bewildered faces at the window at home watching Mommy leave…again. The exhaustion- both physical and emotional. The frustration when twenty-four hours were far from enough in each day. The astronomical expenses incurred on top of less money coming in. Continue reading Hospital ‘Rounds’ via What’s App
Hello. I was in Sharei Tzedek hospital, staying with 2 grandsons about 2 weeks ago. I flew in from NJ to help our children. I came from the airport to take a shift at the hospital with no food. Someone from your organization came around delivering food to people who weren’t patients. It was beyond amazing! My daughter and I were just discussing how we could get lunch and you showed up! Unbelievable! Thank-you! It was the best lunch ever!
We are currently visiting and had to take our daughter to out- patients last evening. It was traumatic and Boruch HASHEM all was okay. Ezer Mezion was there with a coffee trolley and biscuits and kindness. I would liken Ezer Mizion to water. It seeps into every corner. So do the activities Ezer Mizion. Its chessed seeps into every corner of people’s lives.
Thank you and please convey our thanks to the hanholla. You have no idea what that chessed means. May you all have koach (strength) to carry out this wonderful avoida (service).
A visiting family from South Africa
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תאריך: יום ב׳, 7 בספט’ 2015 20:51
I have been so blessed by the dear ladies of Ezer Mizion who come to Hadassah ER.
The coffee, cakes, meals have been so helpful to me and sooo many others, and the ladies themselves are the most special of all.
Toda raba, and Shana tova!
Life was fine. There were the usual bumps in the road. Nothing to write home about. That was before I fell into a black hole.
It had been a frustrating few weeks. My son wasn’t feeling well. It threw my schedule off what with having to take off so many days from work. Appointments had to be cancelled. Some clients weren’t too happy. The doctor prescribed some medication and I thought we were done but a few days later we were back in his office, another day off from work. It was really getting to my son also. It was no fun for him to hear all about the funny things that happened at school from friends at night. He wanted to be back on his regular schedule. He even missed a school trip. We were both in lousy moods, frustrated at not being able to get back to our routines. The phone rang one afternoon. They were calling from the doctor’s office. Continue reading Lottie’s Kitchen
The K. family’s living room was well-lit. But neither the sparkling chandeliers nor the glowing fluorescents could banish the darkness that prevailed there.
As long as there were only suspicions and conjectures, they managed to somehow suppress them. But when the unequivocal results arrived, they could not ignore the facts anymore. The father of the family, the supporting pillar, the broad shoulders that carried the entire family – was diagnosed with cancer.
Malka felt as if the sky had crashed down on her. At night, on the tear-drenched pillow on the ward, she had a frightening dream, blacker than black. Continue reading Light in the Tunnel (Mishpacha 12/14)
After Tuesday’s harrowing terrorist attack at the Bnei Torah Synagogue in Har Nof, Jerusalem, Rebbetzin Tzipporah Heller, the Mother in Law of one of the injured, shared her personal story of the events.
She described the frantic phone call from her daughter expressing that her 12 year old son just ran home from the synagogue after escaping the attack and that her husband Shmuli was still unaccounted for. After learning that her husband was injured and transported to Haddassah EIn Karem Hospital the family hurried to be by his side. Mrs. Heller expressed thanks to the hospital social worker and Ezer Mizion:
“The hospital social worker, Aviva, who is blessed with the rare gift of being empathic without being overbearing, and the women of Ezer Mizion (a volunteer organization) kept us well supplied with food, calming conversation and practical advice.” Continue reading Ezer Mizion Volunteers are Always on Standby and Ready to Provide for Families in Need
Yerucham Turner, a volunteer at the Ezer Mizion’s Elad branch, tells the public about the Elad branch’s marked expansion this year and about the tremendous work being quietly done here in the city every day.
About a year ago, a moving article appeared in an Elad publication asking for local volunteers to join Ezer Mizion. The article spoke to me and, without hesitation, I knew I wanted to be part of this. Something unique began to grow in our city…quietly…unobtrusively… out of the spotlight.
And so, I joined, at first, as a volunteer driver to transport patients to and from the hospital. Continue reading From a Volunteer’s Vantage Point