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.
On Shabbos, I commemorated the first anniversary of the death of my son Yitzchak Meir ben Lev Halevi. On Friday night I went to shul early – I had already davened mincha at 12:30pm, but wanted to be there when the 2nd mincha started (at 20 minutes before sunset) so that I could talk to…
Yitzchak Meir has now been transferred to the Reut Medical Center (Lichtenstadter) in Tel Aviv. Ella travelled with him in the ambulance and checked him in. I followed behind in the car with Mordechai Eliyahu & Kayla Esther. The Medical Center is filled with children in similar conditions, so it is not the most pleasant…
Yitzchak Meir went to Shaare Tzedek hospital for EEG and CT scans. Doctors are not pleased with the results. We attempted to check him in, but balked when we heard that insurance would not cover the admission.
Dear Friends, Thank you all for your calls and enquiries and offers of help. Words cannot express our gratitude to you all – the moral support definitely helps us feel stronger during this difficult time. How we wish we could respond in turn with good news about our son! Unfortunately we have no good news…
Dear Friends, Four weeks ago today our son, Yitzchak Meir, was born. After being in a coma and on a respirator, and given little chance of progressing from there, we were able to enter him into the covenant of Abraham Our Father when we had his Bris Milah today. Two weeks ago, the doctors felt…
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…