Tearing at my heart.
I recited these words, thinking only of my little Yehuda.
He’s only one year old, and he’s already suffered enough for a lifetime.
Little Yehuda is stricken with cancer, and all his little body knows is suffering.
He’s so little.
I recited the words of ‘U’nesaneh Tokef,’
Wondering what Hashem has decreed for my beautiful little baby?
Will he have life? Peace? Health?
We’ve davened so many tefillos. We’ve accepted kabbalos and given tzedakah. We’ve spilled rivers of tears.
But there’s one thing we—his parents—haven’t done for him yet.
We still haven’t signed the papers to authorize the treatment that he needs to live.
We can’t even afford the advance payment on the treatment!
We’re davening with all our hearts that little Yehuda will be signed and stamped in the Book of Life,
but we lack the means to sign the sheet of paper that promises him a chance of life and recovery!
I’ve spilled so many tears that there are times when I feel depleted of strength.
So with my last vestige of strength, I’m reaching out to you, begging you!
It’s only a few days before Yom Kippur, and we’re all seeking those extra zechuyos!