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The Needy

A mother and her daughter

 a mother and her daughter.
Today Shuli went for treatment on her own. Her mother’s heart was torn to shreds. How, how could she send a very, very sick 17-year-old to the oncology ward all by herself to receive a very difficult form of treatment? How could she send her off to suffer on her own, to vomit on her own, to feel awful all alone, to cry all alone? The thought was too terrible to contemplate.
Shuli is the oldest in the family, and when both Ima and Shuli are away, the younger daughter has to watch the little ones.
If only Abba was with them… but he isn’t. They’re on their own, and Shuli is so sick. The treatments are Gehinom on earth and in the meantime, there has been no improvement in her situation. She’s growing weaker every day. Even the traveling is too difficult for her. Shuli’s mother can’t afford to pay for taxis. Usually, she and Shuli take the bus to the hospital. When Shuli’s finished treatment, she and her mother wait in the lobby until Shuli feels strong enough to travel back home.
And today she’d have to do it completely on her own. 
Her mother had embraced her. “Be strong,” she’d whispered, her voice breaking. Shuli had struggled to look strong, if only for her mother’s sake. She didn’t know why her mother hadn’t been able to accompany her today, but she didn’t ask. There had to be a good reason. She’d averted her eyes so that her mother wouldn’t see the fear  threatening to overwhelm her.
Suddenly, she spotted her mother. For a moment, she was unsure it was her, but there was no mistaking that walk … Ima had come after all! Shuli felt immensely relieved. Why wasn’t Ima coming in? Maybe she was talking to the doctors and nurses and she’d be with her in a moment. The trembling diminished. The terrible fear of being alone relaxed its grip somewhat. But Ima wasn’t coming in.
Shuli gripped her IV pole and forced herself to rise. Waves of dizziness hit her again and again, but she overcame them. She made her way slowly down the hall.
Ima was….
Oh, Ribono shel Olam! Ima was there…
Now she understood everything. Now she knew why Ima hadn’t accompanied her, why she’d allowed her to go on her own. Why she hadn’t told her where she was going.
Ima was here, too!
Shuli returned to her bed as quickly as possible. The trembling and dizziness gave way to terrible, searing pain. Ima. The person dearest to her in all the world.
Soon Shuli would return home with the bus. She wouldn’t take a chance today and wait in the lobby. She’d manage, somehow, get home, somehow. The main thing was not to let Ima know that she knew.
But near the candles, facing Ima as she tried to say the words but broke down in sobs – for Shuli, for herself, for her husband who was no longer with them, for her family who was suffering so - Shuli would weep, too, for Ima, for herself, for their loneliness, for her life that was fast slipping away. When the heart is broken, the tears come. Two flames. Boiling tears.
Kupat Ha’ir is involved here, too. We can’t cure mother or daughter. But we can arrange for them to receive help, to see to it that there’s nutritious food at home, to provide taxi service home from the hospital after treatment. We can ensure that the burden of parnassah choking the mother eases somewhat, at least for the present. The poverty in the home cries out to the very Heavens; even the tragedy in the family can’t overshadow that. Their request is lying on the desk at Kupat Ha’ir and your contribution will go there and illuminate  those broken hearts. Their new foundstrength, their relief, their will to live – will be thanks to your assistance.
 
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