Dalia sits in the chemo room. All is white.
It’s the silence that kills her the most.
The gaunt woman lies alone as she holds her fraying tehillim. She can’t help but feel her thoughts stray to her little six year old that morning. Asher, who wouldn’t have a mother or father to cheer him on at his siddur play. He tried to hold his head high bravely as he climbed onto the schoolbus. He didn’t want the other boys to see his lower lip trembling. All his friends would have their parents there. Except him.
Dalia’s thoughts turned to her own parents. It felt like not long ago that she was living with them in their sunny apartment on the Netanya coast. Before she discovered yiddishkeit. They rejected her new lifestyle and eventually rejected her.
She knew what it felt like to lose one’s parents. She didn’t want Asher to go through the pain that her parents had caused her. But with the exorbitant costs of her treatments, Dalia’s husband Shalom couldn’t afford to skip even one day of work. She sighed and pulled the blanket closer. Yet again, little Asher would have to face the world alone.
A few days later, Shalom received a phone call from an unfamiliar number. The woman on the phone said she was calling from Darchei Miriam. Asher’s Rebbe had reached out to them. She said they were there to help.
Seemingly overnight, these angels swept in and brought the light back into their lives. From financially covering Dalia’s life-saving medication to providing trained volunteers to cheer up the children, Darchei Miriam provides the family with the physical and emotional relief that they so badly needed.
Darchei Miriam brings hope back into the lives of so many. Donations can be made to the organization by clicking here.