A Chanukah Miracle in Ramat Hasharon


My telephone rang only a few hours before the lighting of the first Chanukah candle. The voices on the other end were voices of rejoicing…. A happiness which I had waited very long to hear

For many months the wife of my beloved cousin in Ramat Hasharon had been suffering from what had been diagnosed as a form of lymphoma cancer. She went from doctor to doctor, from hospital to hospital, from procedure to procedure, and yet the pains and the anxiety did not disappear.

Recently she was referred to a professor, a specialist in oncology , and after receiving her place in line for an appointment she appeared at his office in Beilinson hospital accompanied by her husband and son.

The experience was far from what could have been expected in an American or western European hospital. The lack of courtesy on the doctor’s part was astounding.

During the examination, my cousin’s wife asked if her condition might be attributed to a problem she was experiencing with her eyes.

Rudely, he replied, “I am an oncologist, not an opthamologist. If you have eye problems, go and see an eye doctor”. When she asked him a question, once again he brusquely replied, “ I told you the answer to your question before. Why do you have to ask again?”

While her son who remained with her in the doctor’s office put his cellphone down on the table, the doctor rudely asked “are you recording me?”  When he was told that the cellphone was turned off, the doctor demanded to see it in order to verify that it was indeed turned off.

He scheduled his patient to report to the hospital within a few days to undergo a long procedure of chemotherapy treatments.

But upon leaving the doctor’s hospital, her children who were extremely displeased with the recommended professor’s lack of courtesy, made quick arrangements for their mother to consult with another oncologist elsewhere for a second opinion.

Nervously and with hope in her heart, she made the appointment, went for a CT, and was then escorted into the doctor’s office to hear the results.

It happened today, on the eve of Chanukah, the festival of miracles. God had heard our prayers.
“Hashem ya-anainu b’yom kor’ainu”… God, please hear our prayers on the day we call unto Thee.

If there had once been a cancer, it was now gone. No surgery needed. No chemotherapy needed. No medication needed.

“Go home”, he told her, “and eat some latkes or jelly donuts (sufganiyot) to celebrate Chanukah”.

And so she did, accompanied by the hugs, kisses and love of her family. No more worries. Time now to rejoice on the “nes gadol”, the great miracle which occurred on the eve of the Chanukah miracle.

When she, her husband, son and daughter telephoned me with the great news my heart leaped up in joy with gratitude to God for His blessings. Tears of happiness wet my cheeks.

As my daughter and I light the first candle in the chanukiah tonight, we will add our own special prayer for “al ha-nissim”…. For the miracles which are the handiwork of the God who creates miracles.

Indeed, in my cousin’s home and in mine, there will be both ora and simcha.. light and very much joy tonight.

About the Author
Esor Ben-Sorek is a retired professor of Hebrew, Biblical literature & history of Israel. Conversant in 8 languages: Hebrew, Yiddish, English, French, German, Spanish, Polish & Dutch. Very proud of being an Israeli citizen. A follower of Trumpeldor & Jabotinsky & Begin.