Help During Life-Saving Liver Transplant Journey
by Yeshayahu's father
Friday, February 20, 2026
B’Siyata D’shmaya
Once again I am sitting beside my son Yeshayahu, this time in a hospital in America. Unlike his childhood, when he underwent a liver transplant ten years ago, now he is a young avrech who again needs to undergo a transplant.
A few months after his wedding, Yeshayahu began to feel unwell and was forced to fly with his young wife to America to begin the transplant process, after the liver he received when he was 13, stopped functioning.
Last week his condition suddenly worsened. He was hospitalized, and the situation became worrying. His wife was crying, “I’m alone! I can’t handle this! You must come to be with us!”
And we, the parents, are caring for 11 additional children - the youngest, just one year old - and they all need us. Our hearts were breaking.
Day after day passed, and we understood that our son truly needed us there. But how do you leave 11 children to manage on their own-without a father, without a mother, with a 19-year-old girl at home, followed by a line of little ones who need their parents? And we don’t even know for how long…
But the tears of Yeshayahu’s young wife decided it - we were going to America.
Without knowing the language, without family, without dollars in our pockets - we were going.
But how do you get tickets, how do you pay? We barely have enough for daily needs.
I don’t wish this “tearing” feeling on anyone in Am Yisrael - my son needs me at the level of pikuach nefesh, and from a distance of twelve hours away by plane. Separating us are thousands of shekels - and if I spend them now on a ticket, I leave children here without bread in the house!
Suddenly - like the arrival of the Geula (may it be soon, b’ezras Hashem!) I receive a message: “Buy the tickets. The flight leaves in six hours. Go to your son!”
Within two hours we packed the bare minimum, left the house in total chaos, and ran to the airport.
I am sitting, crying and crying, knowing that thanks to you we were able to do the right thing. Because when we arrived, we saw a young man who was completely yellow - his face like that of a dead person.
We sat beside him for several hours straight from the flight and that brought him back to life - first of all emotionally and mentally. I feel that if we weren’t here right now, there would be no one to do a liver transplant for, rachmana litzlan.
I wish for you that you never know firsthand what it is to sit beside a sick child, and even more so what it is to be far away from a sick child.
You should never know any hardship or illness.
You should never know what it is like to be torn between 11 young children at home and a young married child at the very beginning of his life, who needs us so desperately.
May Hashem HaTov, who accompanies us at all times, repay your schar and that of your donors of course, doubly.
