A new day starts early. Chananya, 7 months old, does what any baby would do: He searches for his Mommy. But Chananya is in Hadassah Ein Kerem hospital, and his Mommy is at home caring for his siblings. A nurse comes to his aid instead.
Chananya tries to cry, but his lungs are too weak for him to make a sound. Instead he sputters and chokes, and the machine he is hooked up to begins to expand his lungs for him. He stares at the hospital ceiling, hears the beeping of monitors, and longs for that place he used to stay: That place called Home.
Doctors have told Chananya’s parents that in order for him to go home they must buy expensive equipment that they can’t afford. And if they want him to live past the next few months, they must take him to America for surgery. These things are all far beyond their budget. Words can’t describe their fear.
Donations are being urgently collected to help baby Chananya, so that the next time he cries, his Mommy can come to him. And if enough is raised, he will be able to live a long and normal life, far from the horrors he has already come to know at such a young age.