Saving Shimi

I dreamed of being a mother, and I’ll do everything to save my baby.

I’m writing to you with tears choking me.

On one hand, I find it hard to believe I’ve reached this stage, and on the other hand, I’m filled with hope that I’ll get to see my baby healthy and like all other children.

The more I think about what my little prince has been through, it makes me realize I have no choice.

I’ll do anything to save my son. He’s only two years old –

he deserves to live and fulfill dreams.

I waited for this moment when I would become a mother, hold my child in my arms and fill him with all the warmth and love that had built up inside me during nine months of dreams and hopes.

I imagined our eyes meeting, the first smile, the first breath next to my heart. But when Shimi was born, everything fell apart

Instead of hugging him, I found myself in intensive care, Surrounded by doctors treating me and moments I wouldn’t wish upon any new mother in the world.

After I recovered, I looked at him through cold glass, all connected to machines and tubes.

I see how his tiny body fights for every breath,

and I – helpless, watching him with tearful eyes, praying and asking for just one more day,

another moment with me, trembling at the thought of losing him.

Shimi was born with a severe esophageal defect that prevents him from eating solid food and causes breathing difficulties that are getting worse and threatening his life.

Two years have passed since his birth. The doctors say each passing day is a miracle in itself.

After all the attempts and treatments we’ve been through, the doctors told us there’s nothing more to do and he must have surgery. And I ask the doctor in a broken, choked voice, who’s the surgeon?

Then I realize there isn’t a surgeon in the country with enough experience to operate on and treat him.

At that moment I broke down. I cried out to God to help me. I felt so exhausted that I have no strength left. I smile to the world and try to be strong but I’m broken inside.

I believe with complete faith that God is with us. I don’t ask questions – I was raised on faith.

After searching day and night, we found hope – a professor in the US who specializes in Shimi’s rare condition.

The good news lit me up again. And when I heard the costs for the surgery and this entire journey, I thought I was imagining it. To save Shimi we need an unimaginable amount.

We have no chance of getting such an insane amount.

We won’t be able to do this alone.

We’ve never asked for anything. But we have no choice. I’m putting aside my shame. My son’s life is more important and I’ll do anything for him.

His beautiful blue eyes look at me with a gaze that screams for help. I know he trusts me. I won’t let this smile disappear.

I’m sure I’ll find many good people who will help me save my son. Please, any donation and any help.

Please pray for my son’s recovery – Shimi ben Michal. Don’t remain indifferent, each passing day could be too late.

Please don’t leave us alone on this journey

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