After my miraculous recovery and our move to the Golan, we felt reinvigorated. We’d survived the worst life could throw at us, and things could only get better from here on out.
I’d recently started a new program called Music and Parsha. Professional musicians brought their instruments to a kumzitz-style shiur. I’d explain a sicha of the Rebbe on that week’s parsha, and teach the musicians a chassidishe niggun. The program was hugely popular, and other Chabad houses wanted to see how they could implement it for themselves.
While we were riding high on this wave of success, our son Yehuda started complaining of headaches. He was dizzy, weak, and throwing up. Warning bells clanged in my mind, and we immediately rushed him to the hospital for testing. Our worst fears were confirmed: Yehuda had a giant tumor in his head that was growing and would soon affect his heart.
From his hospital bed, Yehuda recorded a video message, thanking everyone who was praying for him, and assuring them all, with a big smile, that he’d soon recover, with Hashem’s help. His innocent sincerity touched the hearts of everyone who saw it. We received a flood of messages from people all over the world telling us they were taking on a special mitzvah for Yehuda.
Baruch Hashem, with some more incredible miracles, Yehuda made a complete recovery. Our Music and Parsha classes continue on with a special added energy and joy. Everyone in the room can feel it, and I can still see a few people wipe away their tears as they watch Yehuda passionately swaying and singing along to the musical accompaniment.
