{"id":3260,"date":"2015-11-25T11:55:19","date_gmt":"2015-11-25T16:55:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/?p=3260"},"modified":"2015-11-25T11:55:19","modified_gmt":"2015-11-25T16:55:19","slug":"riding-a-chariot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/riding-a-chariot\/","title":{"rendered":"Riding a Chariot"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"pr<\/a>Yumi, the angel that hovers over every nook and cranny at Schneiders Oncology Ward, was there for us, and hundreds of other families like us, from the day that our precious, little Maoz was brought in. As a representative of Ezer Mizion, he is the welcomed rainbow amid the stark medical-ness of the hospital. He is the kids\u2019 hero and, we all admit it, the hero of the parents also. His ambulance appears to us all like a fairytale chariot, housing all the treats he brings with him for the children. Like every other kid at Schneiders, our tiny champion longed for a ride in Yumi\u2019s ambulance, complete with screaming siren. If a smile would appear on his little face as he sleeps, we just knew he must be dreaming of the rapturous thrill of flying through the streets of his neighborhood with Yumi, his hero.<\/p>\n

Life was hard, even for a \u2019champion\u2019. His hospitalization was over. He was just getting back to normal life with his friends at his pre-school class. His conversation centered on his arts \u2018n\u2019 crafts of the day instead of scary IV\u2019s. On the surface, things looked normal but not really. The simple symptoms of a virus would send us scurrying to the ER. It was on one of those times that my champion crumbled. We were told that he would need antibiotics given intravenously. As much as he hated the taste of liquid antibiotics, this was far worse.\"Hypodermic It meant a daily trip to the out-patient department and back to the horrors of a frightening needle that appeared monstrous in size to my no-longer-a-champion pre-schooler. And to me. The walls reverberated with his mantra-like screaming: Ima, I don\u2019t want a needle. Ima, I don\u2019t want a needle. Ima, I\u2026<\/em>And me? The pillar that he wanted to lean on? I totally fell apart. It was so hard to remain strong in the hospital. Now that we are past that stage, every change in routine throws me into a panic. And panic I did. It was all I could do to refrain from kicking and screaming like a small child. Ima, I don\u2019t want a needle. Ima, I don\u2019t want a needle. Ima, I\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

And suddenly, there was Yumi. His very presence infused us both with strength. Then he made his announcement: \u201cOK, champ! You can do this. You\u2019re made of strong stuff. It\u2019ll soon be over and then you and me—we\u2019re going home together. In the ambulance.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Maoz with his Sisters<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

My tiny son was a champion once again\u2026a champion that let out the loudest whoop you ever did hear. His mile-long grin lit up his face as bright as the lights that Yumi later made flash on the ambulance. The siren screamed, \u201cVictory!\u201d all the way home. As Maoz triumphantly held the ambulance mike, I wanted to grab it from him to shout to the world in ecstasy, \u201cHere in this magic chariot ride two heroes (and one wiped out mother).\u201d Instead, I sat there quietly, offering a silent prayer for the well-being of every one of the Ezer Mizion family.<\/p>\n

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