Survival mode. That’s the only way to describe it. When my daughter was out of the house, I lived normally. When she was home, it was all about getting from one minute to the next with the house, her siblings and my sanity usually less than more intact. Pandemonium reigned. Every day. My children hardly knew what it was like to live in a normal home. Invite friends over to study for a test? Absurd. Continue reading Survival Mode
A letter from a young mother with cancer read at the summer camp’s closing ceremony
Dear Dr. Zisser:
On a fine, hot summer afternoon, during a routine blood test that I did in the middle of an ordinary work day, the sky fell on me. This time – it was me.
I was all alone.
True, family members and friends encircled me and tried to give me their support, but still – I felt alone. On the way home, I was shocked to discover that life was going on as if nothing had happened. Traffic jams, drivers honking, impatience – business as usual. The solitude I felt just intensified.
Very soon, I found myself spending more time in the hospital than at home. Whether I wanted it or not, the hospital became my “home away from home.”
And then, in an encounter that seems “coincidental”, I first become familiar with the Ezer Mizion representative, who introduced herself and the fantastic organization she represents.
The opening words are somewhat hesitant. She did not want to bother me or to be a nuisance. But at the same time, she persisted, with determination and perseverance, time after time, encounter after encounter – until I understood that she was here to stay. She was there for me, appearing like a guardian angel at my low moments and high points, in tears and in laughter, like an unshakeable anchor.
With time, I also become aware of all the activities Ezer Mizion has to offer: Holiday events, Oranit activities, and of course, the piéce de resistance -summer camp for the whole family.
Dr. Zisser, I want to tell you that throughout this summer camp experience, I cried a lot. They were not tears of sadness or of fear or worry. This time, the choked up throat and teary eyes were the result of deep emotion.
I was profoundly moved by the fact that in such a cold, cynical world, there are warm people who care, people who are willing to give of their time and energy, people who are willing to do for others.
Ezer Mizion’s summer camp has brought me and my family tremendous pleasure. It was a desperately needed “breather,” filled to the gills with wonderful, exciting experiences. But most of all, it was a week that taught me about genuine caring.
My heart swells with joy to know that I am a member of such a people – a people that has within it islands of brotherhood, oceans of giving for the sake of giving.
For that – I thank you. Thank you for thinking of us. Thank you for the smiles, for the marvelous patience of the staff and volunteers. Thank you for the unbelievable organization, logistics, coordinating to perfection every minute detail, for all the surprises, for the great joy. Thank you for the encouragement not to forgo a single activity, even when it was difficult.
And most important – thank you for the unconditional love. Dr. Zisser, may you and all the people in Ezer Mizion always be on the giving end.
With all my heart,
Avrohom Fried shares his dynamic spirit with Ezer Mizion’s special needs campers. Ezer Mizion hosts sleepaway camps and day camps for special needs children and teens in addition to camps geared especially for children afflicted with CP, retreats for diabetic young adults and its camps for cancer patients and their families.
They could not believe it was happening to them again: Nine years after taking their daughter Adi to Ezer Mizion’s summer retreat for cancer patients, the Diamants are going back there again, now with their son Shmulik. Continue reading Lightning Strikes Twice by Yaron Kellner, Yediot Achronot
Orna, like all of us, would tend to think that bad things happen to other people. Then she discovered that ‘others’ are people just like her. This is her thank you letter following her experience at Ezer Mizion’s Summer Camp for Cancer Patients and their Families:
Dear Ezer Mizion:
On a fine, hot summer afternoon, during a routine blood test that I did in the middle of an ordinary wor
k day, the sky fell on me. This time – it was me.
I was all alone. Continue reading This Time It’s Me
I want to write a bit about Ezer Mizion, but first, I want say that no words sufficient to describe what my family and I feel about this special organization.
My name is E. and I am a
32 year-old mother of three. A year ago I became ill with breast cancer, and my entire world came crashing down. In the hospital I was told that there is an organization that organizes a summer camp for several days and I was asked if I want to come, together with my family. Continue reading When the World Comes Crashing Down
I want to thank from the depths of my heart for the special summer camp that my daughter Chana’leh was privileged to attend.
This is the first time that my daughter spent time away from home overnight. I don’t even send her to my parents or my in-laws alone for Shabbat because I can’t bear to be separated from her.
And away from home at a ten-day overnight camp?! I will not say that it was easy. I visited three times and if not for my husband, I would have visited every day. . . What I saw moved me and excited me. . . Your organization is incredible. The tremendous love that the children received, the many activities, the extraordinary volunteers, everything . . . .
My daughter returned happy and full of adventures. I am speechless. . . .
May you be blessed by the Almighty every single day,
With great admiration
Until recently, every year, when summer vacation approached in giant leaps, we – the siblings of Shimshie, a cute little special child -already knew what kind of “vacation” we could expect. During the summer, he has no regular daily schedule, and it’s hard for us to enjoy our vacation and be mobile. Continue reading Vacation???