A bout 8 or 9 months ago, I was truly beginning to despair. My husband had been waiting for a kidney
transplant for nearly 6 years, and was not doing well on dialysis. There were a lot of complications that
developed - calcium deposits, joint damage, nerve damage, irregular heartbeat and so forth, and it
seemed as if he were going further and further downhill. I really began to fear that I was losing him.
I began to search for higher spirituality, and joined
a Chabad Center. My rabbi gave me a card for the "askmoses.com" website. I went on it, and began to ask
a lot of questions. By that time, I realized that I needed to raise the spirituality of myself and my
family. I 'met' Mrs. Bronya Shaffer online, who eventually convinced me to go to the mikvah. It was
truly an overwhelming experience. After I went to the Mikvah, Mrs. Shaffer brought me to the Rebbe's Ohel to
show me how to pray at his grave. I began using the Mikvah and going to the Ohel on a regular basis, since
I found both to help me feel much calmer and more connected to G-d. On one of these visits, I felt I had
gotten an answer from the Rebbe that everything would be alright - that I just had to believe and carry on
as I have been. I also decided to attend a Torah class for women at a Chabad Center.
My first time there, all the women were so excited and happy over the fact that a mother of six
that they knew had just gotten a double lung transplant.I turned to one of them and said "you see how important it is that we donate organs". She responed "Oh no - Jews aren't allowed to donate organs". That answer upset me, to say the least.
I did some research, and found that there are some very well known Rabbis, well versed in Halacha, who have said
that there is a halachically permissible way to donate organs.
I wrote an "article" about my findings regarding organ donation and halacha, and sent a copy to Mrs. Shaffer.
She advised me to send it out wherever I could - newspapers, mikvahs, kosher butchers, supermarkets and
so forth. I first sent it to all the Jewish newspapers in the country, and it was published by two of them.
Eventually, I got mailing labels with the addresses of 350 mikvahs in the US and Canada from Mikvah.org.
During the week of Chanukah, I made copies of my article and began stuffing and folding envelopes.
Sunday night, the last night of Chanukah, was my night to immerse in the mikvah. As I was drying off, I had
an incredibly powerful sense of pure joy and happiness - it practically bowled me over.
Tuesday morning, the day after Chanukah, I got the last of the letters to the mikvahs in the mailbox.
One hour later, we got the call from the hospital that there was a kidney for my husband. In my mind, this
leaves no question that my task was to inform other Jews that they may donate organs if they wish to.
It is almost 6 weeks now, and I already see such a change in my husband, it is wonderful. He has regained
color in his face and a spring in his step. His voice is strong, and his heartburn and joint pain are gone.
There is still significant nerve damage, but there is hope that the nerves will regenerate.
It seems to me that even though he has passed on, the Rebbe is still here performing miracles. If it had not
been for Chabad and Mrs. Shaffer, I would not have found out about the need to increase organ donation
among Jews and I would not have gone to the Mikvah. It is through his organization that a miracle happened
for me and my family. Thank you Rebbe! Thank you Chabad! And most of all, Thank you Mrs. Shaffer!
The very conception of this web site,the idea and
the necessary basic skills for it to come about,rely on a
succession of pretty interesting events and conversations
Shavouos(a Jewish holiday)my brother and his expecting wife were in a different city than myself and my family.The whole Shavouos we speculated if the baby,my parents first grand-child,had been born yet,or not.Well Motse(end of the holiday) Shavouos we knew that the time hadn't come yet,but what we didn't know was that less than 24hours later I would have a new kidney.While I was staying at the hospital,we were all anxious day after day to hear if the baby had been born.But the answer was always negative.
After my sister-in-law became really nervous,people jokingly stated that the baby had already acquired a great sense of respect and was waiting for the grand-mother(my mother spent almost 12 hours on 24 at the hospital).Some even suggested that she was waiting for her uncle(me in other words).Well they may have meant it as a joke,but the very day I left the hospital my niece was born.Coincidence??I think not.
Often Hashgacha Pratis
comes under the form of an event that appears terrible at
first but later on proves to "have been for the best"!(experiencing
such an event can greatly aid in developing a higher
degree of Emunah(Total Faith in G-D).
It started while I was visiting Israel.
I'm Just waiting for your stories now,please WRITE!!!!