Seeing the sick person will arouse greater compassion and the ensuing prayers will be more fervent

Today is Mom’s a”h yahrtzeit. Thirteen years ago, I was in the middle of a difficult pregnancy that necessitated bed rest and constant doctor’s care.
Then we got the phone call from the States. My mother-in-law had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. Although she’d undergo surgery and treatments, the doctors were not optimistic. Her time was limited.
But I couldn’t possibly travel. Nor could I manage on my own while my husband traveled. We discussed every possibility with our rav, but it became clear that my husband’s place was at my side, miles away from his mother.
The phone became our lifeline, as we monitored Mom’s progress and spoke to her daily. Sometimes she was coherent, her voice hopeful yet wistful. “You know what I can’t do anymore?” she said one day, “Reading Hebrew. That’s one of the first things that became impossible to do. I miss it the most.”
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