My name is Tehila. My father passed away after a terrible illness, and I spent the years that should have been my teenage years on a dialysis machine, fighting for my life. Baruch Hashem, a miraculous kidney transplant saved me, but the heartbreak and financial struggle never left my family.
Today boruch Hashem I am a Kallah, and instead of floating on air, I'm sick with worry. My Chosson is also a yasom, and both of our almanah mothers have nothing to give us. There is no father to walk either of us to the chuppah, no one standing behind us, and no money for a chasunah or an apartment to begin our life in.
Our wedding is in just days. After a lifetime of hospitals and heartache, I am begging you, please help two yesomim build a simple home together. May Hashem repay your chesed with endless health, nachas, and brachah.
I will bl"n daven for all who donate 72 on the day of my chuppah and during shevah Brachot.