Making Emergency Visit to Israel...

I am making an emergency visit to Israel to tend to my daughter, who has severe RSDS/CRPS (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy, sometimes known as Chronic Regional Pain Syndrome).  My Rabbi is trying to raise money to help fund the trip, as it is the worst possible time for us to do this: my husband is still looking for work while waiting to hear about his disability rating appeal from the VA, and I will be losing two months salary by leaving.  But something has to be done, as my sons are stressed to the gills, taking the part of their parents--in loco parentis--so it's time this parent came to care for her daughter.

I am asking for a chesed--a kindness--from anyone who can do this--please help support this trip by donating to my PayPal account on my blog.  Small amounts help too.  I am also looking for a free place to stay very near my son (close walking distance), where his sister is staying. Just a room with access to a bathroom, as my plan is to leave mornings and go to my son's, and just return to the room to sleep. All meals I will be having at my son's place.

This is my brave, brave daughter--known as Rambo on this blog--who was tough in everything she ever did: in attending,  for her first year, a high school here in the States with rampant anti-semitism, where she was one of the few Jews in the entire school, and where she sometimes had to 'run a gauntlet' of girls (street kids--future criminals) who were just looking to pick a fight with her--and she blew them away with her toughness (she used to go to school with a little Tehillim book in her jeans pocket); in leaving her parents to make Aliyah at 15, all alone, through the Naaleh program; in going to high school in Israel with minimal Hebrew, without any academic or emotional assistance from anybody; in enlisting, after graduating high school, in a tough combat unit in the IDF (by choice) and making commander and going out on missions; in trying out for and succeeding in some of the toughest training around to be a security guard after she was discharged from active duty--the only woman to pass this particular course--but who is not so tough now, and desperately needs my help. 

I don't know why this has happened. I don't know why she had to be hit by a car, and why she developed this awful disease.  I don't understand the ways of Hashem.  But there must be a reason and meaning to this terrible occurrence, which perhaps is too soon to see.  Or perhaps there is a much bigger picture, of which this is just a piece of the puzzle.

Whatever the reasons, I have to forfeit my job, my savings for my future retirement, because my daughter needs me, now.  No matter the cost, I am going to help her.

Maybe I'll see you there, in the Holy Land--Eretz HaKodesh.