No Changes
No major change in Yitzchak Meir’s condition, though we have noticed a few more minor changes. He yawned, and he spat up on Ella. EEG scans are scheduled for October 18 (tomorrow) at Shaarei Tzedek hospital.
No major change in Yitzchak Meir’s condition, though we have noticed a few more minor changes. He yawned, and he spat up on Ella. EEG scans are scheduled for October 18 (tomorrow) at Shaarei Tzedek hospital.
Yahrzeits are a time to contemplate where we were, what we lost and perhaps what we have done since the loss. My son Yitzchak Meir was born during Sukkos 17 years ago, and he was brain damaged from birth. 6 years ago on the 30th of Cheshvan, his body could no longer sustain itself, and…
Yitzchak Meir is now breathing on his own without any help from a respirator. His vital signs (heart, blood pressure) continue to be good, indicating that his body is very strong. He is also feeding through a tube directly to his stomach (and we heard him make noises — burps — for the first time)….
Dear Ami Magazine Thank you for your insightful article (Issue #540) about Pinny Kellner and his holy campaign to save the life of Alta Fixsler. The situation of this poor girl saddened me to no extent, as I also had a son in a similar situation. However, as I was living in Israel, the hospital…
Yitzchak Meir was admitted to Shaare Tzedek Hospital on Shabbos. He has congestion in his chest which was preventing him from breathing properly. Upon admission, the doctors saw that his body temperature had dropped to 32°C/86.6°F, which is VERY cold. He is now in the intensive care unit. Your continued prayers for Yitzchak Meir ben…
Ella fed Yitzchak Meir a bottle for the first time today. His eyes are opened, and seem to react to the light, which is an excellent sign. bris milah We hope to have a bris milah for him IY”H on Tuesday, October 26, at 9:30am in the synagogue of Misgav Ledach Hospital. There will not…
A Poem by Ella Seltzer Oh Lord, when will it be That the other side Of your tapestry We shall finally see? Our tears like heavy rains fall That in floods gather up When will they overflow the brim Of your wondrous cup? The lonely still searching For their zivug, their mate The childless beseeching…