Profiles in Courage – May 2017

H., 37, married and the mother of a toddler, is from Jerusalem. Her husband, completely blind from a degenerative disease, is employed by a non-profit organization. H. worked as a teacher until she was diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer. She can no longer work due to her illness and the side effects of her treatments. The family has expenses that now exceed their income and they have little support from family, (H.’s mother is also being treated for cancer.) Their neighbors pitch in but they can’t provide as much assistance as this young family needs right now. The Lemonade Fund awarded H. an emergency relief grant which we hope will ease her financial pressure during this difficult time. Our wish is to lighten the load on seriously ill breast cancer patients so that they can concentrate on health and family.

D., 60, lives in the south with her husband and one of her five adult children. This son has been living at home with his parents since he was injured in a terror attack. D. was diagnosed with breast cancer and has used up all of her sick days from her work and is now waiting for her disability payments from Bituach Leumi, National Insurance, to come through. In the meantime, the family is living on her retired husband’s small pension and is having trouble making ends meet. They were awarded a Lemonade Fund grant to tide them over while D. is undergoing treatment.

Please help alleviate the financial pressure of disadvantaged Israeli breast cancer patients. Please donate to the Lemonade Fund:


Reaching Out to One Another on a Painful Day.

Memorial Day in Israel (beginning at sundown tonight, April 30th,) is a somber time that is almost universally observed. Most people know someone who has been touched by loss in this young, small country. Businesses will shut their doors tonight, and a siren will sound throughout the land at 8:00 PM, during which all traffic will stop and people will stand still, heads bowed, at attention. The wail of the siren reaches down deep, sounding like a visceral cry. In this Jewish country it brings to mind the shofar, the ram’s horn, that is blown on the holiest of days. The shofar is meant to focus our thoughts and the siren does the same in a unique, simultaneous, national way. In our unity, honor is paid to those who have lost their lives, on the battlefield of war or in an act of terror.

We at the Lemonade Fund are currently helping several women who are battling breast cancer while their children are serving in the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF.) In Z.’s family, Z’s son, a soldier in an elite unit, is our only family contact, as his mother is too ill to speak or provide information. He calls us during his breaks and we are touched by his dedication to his mother. We often are in touch with families who are juggling army service and a difficult home life. A., a divorcee in her mid-forties has end-stage breast cancer and is in hospice. Her daughter is in the army, with special conditions. Our assistance gives A. and her daughter peace of mind. Recently we gave a grant to a woman whose son had been badly injured in a terror attack in the 1980’s. The stress of caring for him for many years led to her precarious financial situation and poor health. A Lemonade Fund grant helped stabilize her family while she underwent chemotherapy.

By helping breast cancer patients who are in financial distress, we are helping their families as well. We are grateful for your donations, allowing us to contribute to the support of our country’s soldiers and their families.

May we all merit peace and good health.

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April Profile in Courage and Some Passover Lemony Recipes

A. is a 60 year old single woman, originally from Morocco, currently from Beer Sheva, who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She is, like many of our applicants, living on a small, fixed pension, in subsidized housing. Breast cancer patients like A. are often referred to the ESRA Lemonade Fund by hospital social workers because they have little money and no support systems. No family, no friends, no community. They live solitary lives and can manage on society’s margins until something tragic occurs. And then it all falls apart. That’s where the Lemonade Fund steps in. We are here as in financial emergencies for Israeli breast cancer patients, to get them through crunch time, so they can focus on recovery.

During this season when most of us will be celebrating holidays with our family and friends, it is hard to imagine that people exist in our midst, who are very alone. One of the oft refrains we hear from our grant recipients is that receiving our grant made them feel cared for, made them feel less alone.

This season, may our doors be open to invite all who wish to come celebrate with us. May we be in a position to always help each other.

Please make a Passover Donation to the ESRA Lemonade Fund. Thank you and Happy Passover!

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Lemon roasted chicken FLICKR PHOTO
Lemon roasted chicken 

If life gives you lemons, sweeten them with honey and cook with them! Your taste buds will jump for joy from the juicy lemon and honey tanginess found in the savoury dishes that I am presenting. Serve the three dishes together if you are a real lemon fan, or mix and match them with your other favourite dishes. This Passover is going to be extra luscious.


o 2 tbsp. oil

o 2 tbsp. fresh ginger, minced

o 1/2 cup unsalted almonds

o 1 tbsp. lemon zest

o 4 garlic cloves, minced

o 1/2 tsp. salt, plus additional salt to taste (optional)

o 1 large broccoli, cut into flowerets

o 2-4 tbsp. water

o 2 tbsp. fresh lemon juice

o lemon slices for garnish

Process almonds until they resemble a coarse meal.

Heat a large frying pan over medium heat for 90 seconds. Add 1 tbsp. oil and the ginger. Sauté until soft. Add in the almonds, lemon zest and garlic. Continue to sauté, stirring often, until mixture is toasted. Remove from heat and mix in 1/4 tsp. of the salt.

Place mixture in a bowl and wipe out the pan. Heat the pan again and add in the remainder of the oil. Raise the heat to high and stir fry the broccoli, drizzling the water, 3-4 minutes or until cooked through but still crunchy. Dust with remaining salt.

While the pan is still on the heat, put almond mixture over the broccoli along with the lemon juice and mix together. Sprinkle additional salt to taste (optional). Pour onto a serving platter or bowl and garnish with lemon slices. Serve immediately.


o 12-14 small potatoes, uniform in size

oil spray

o 4 tbsp. Passover vegetable oil

o 2 tbsp. margarine

o zest of one large lemon

o juice of one large lemon

o 2 tsp. honey

o 2 tbsp. fresh chopped tarragon or 2 tsp. dried tarragon

o 1 tsp. salt

o 1/2 tsp. pepper

Preheat oven to 400. Prepare a baking sheet with foil and spray it with spray.

Peel potatoes and immerse immediately in cold water. Mix together lemon juice, honey, tarragon, salt and pepper, set aside.

Heat a small frying pan and heat the oil, margarine and lemon zest; continue to stir until mixture turns golden brown. Drain the potatoes and pat them dry. Toss potatoes with lemon mixture and place them on baking sheet. Bake for 45 minutes. Baste potatoes with lemon juice mixture. Bake for 15 minutes more or until potatoes are golden brown and fork tender. Serve immediately.


o 4 lemons

o 3 tbsp. honey

o 1/2 cup of water

o 5 skinless/boneless chicken breasts

o 1 tbsp. dried rosemary

o 2 tsp. kosher salt

o 1/4 tsp. pepper

o 1/4 cup lemon juice

o 2 tsp. honey

o 1 tbsp. olive oil

o large Ziploc baggie

o extra olive oil or spray

Mix the rosemary, salt, pepper, candied lemon zest, lemon juice, honey and olive oil together in a small bowl. Pat the chicken breasts dry.Using a zester with five holes, remove the zest from the lemons. (A vegetable peeler can also be used, remove zest and then slice it very thin.) To prepare candied lemon zest, place zest, honey and water in a small pot. Bring to a simmer and cook until zest is translucent. Strain and cool.

Brush the mixture onto the chicken on all sides. Place the prepared chicken in the Ziploc bag and pour in any remaining marinade mixture, seal and place in refrigerator for 2 hours. Preheat the oven to 450 and put the rack in the middle position.

Prepare a baking dish sprayed or greased with olive oil. Place the chicken breasts onto the prepared pan, along with the remaining marinade. Bake for 15 minutes then turn the chicken breasts. Reduce oven temperature to 350. Continue baking another 30-35 minutes, or until chicken is cooked through.

Profiles in Courage – Feb/March 2017

This is the story of the son of a breast cancer patient. F. is a young Israeli soldier in the Golani unit whose mother was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer. She is having trouble coping with the disease physically and emotionally. As she is a widow, F., the oldest son, is tasked with all manner of caring for his mother. The family is in desperate straits financially. (They live on disability payments and F’s army salary.)  The Lemonade Fund called the telephone number listed on his mother’s application, and we were surprised to reach F., in the field. Whenever he has a break he deals with his mother’s paperwork, doctor appointments, etc. We often see how caregivers in indigent families of breast cancer patients need help, too. We are happy to send a grant to F.’s mother and we hope it brings the entire family some well-needed relief.

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Profiles in Courage – January 2017

A., a 52 year old immigrant from Georgia, lives alone in a housing project in the south. She is divorced with older children with whom she has lost contact. She has long-term issues with drug abuse and mental illness and now she has a new diagnosis of breast cancer. She is very fearful about breast cancer in part because of the financial burden. She lives completely on her small disability pension, with little money to spare. Her hospital social workers reached out to the Lemonade Fund on her behalf, requesting a grant to help A. with extra transportation and basic living costs during the challenging period ahead of her. We hope this grant gives her some peace of mind.

R. has a similar story, divorced with no family support, except that she is older than A., and her breast cancer has advanced and is now terminal. She lives in the center of the country on a small pension. R. is asking for a Lemonade Fund grant to help pay for extra household and nursing help beyond that which is provided by National Health Insurance. She prefers to stay home as long as possible, only moving to hospice care at the last possible moment. Additional financial help will help her achieve this wish.

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Profiles in Courage – November 2016

F., a 52 year old woman from Sderot with Stage 4 breast cancer, applied to the Lemonade Fund with an unusually straightforward request. “I just need a break so I can rest and gain some strength. My son is getting married soon.” F. is in a great deal of pain from metastases to her bones; it is hard for her to walk. Despite this she has been running her household as her husband is disabled. The family is living on disability payments alone and this isn’t enough to pay for extra household help. The Lemonade Fund was created to give one-time grants to help breast cancer patients and their families weather crisis moments during treatment. We are happy to help F., and her family during this difficult time.

B. is a 49 year old divorced mother of three. Her youngest child is 14 and she lives with B. full time. B. was diagnosed with breast cancer in April soon after declaring bankruptcy of a small business. She had been working in temporary jobs to repay her debts but hasn’t been able to work since starting chemotherapy and the small family is struggling to pay for even basic needs. In addition, B. has a long commute to the hospital and her transportation costs are high. The Lemonade Fund awarded B. a grant to help with basic living costs so she can focus on the important work of recovery.

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Profiles in Courage – September 2016

D. has a noble story. She is 51 and she lives in a central town with her elderly mother and her college-aged daughter. As a single mother, she supported her mother and daughter working as a home health aide. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2013 which unfortunately has now metastasized extensively, and D. can no longer work. D.’s daughter, a law student, tries to help with her mother and grandmother in the evenings, after school. The family is obviously struggling financially with basic needs, but D.’s strongest wish is to see her daughter through law school. D. needs help in the house but doesn’t want her daughter to have to stop studying to care for her. A grant from the Lemonade Fund will supply some much needed financial support during this difficult time, so that D. can hire some assistance in the house for herself and her mother. And she can enjoy seeing her daughter continue her studies.

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Thank you for helping us help needy Israeli breast cancer patients who find themselves in financial crisis.

Profiles in Courage – August 2016

E., 33, lives in a Bedouin community near Beer Sheva. She discovered a lump in her breast near the end of her first pregnancy. E. had overcome years of infertility to carry a child and she is now facing an early induced labor with immediate breast cancer treatment to follow. With the help of her Social Worker, E. wrote to the Lemonade Fund requesting financial assistance for the period after the birth. She is afraid of not being able to cope with the treatments and her baby at the same time and is asking for money to hire help. Her husband is unemployed but is looking for work and her mother is dealing with her own bout of breast cancer.

H. is a middle-aged divorced mother of 3 grown children from a coastal city. who has had her share of challenges in the last 10 years. Her youngest son was severely injured in the Second Lebanon War in 2006 and after years of rehabilitation he is finally able to move out and begin university. H. feels that the stress of her son’s ordeal and PTSD (post-traumatic stress syndrome,) has had an impact on her own health. She has survived two kinds of cancer and was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Though she formerly had a high level career, helping her son and dealing with her own illnesses necessitated her withdrawal from her work, and the family fell into debt. H. is a proud woman who hasn’t yet asked for help but she is reeling from the side effects of chemotherapy and now feels she must seek help. Her Social Worker recommended she apply to the Lemonade Fund until she gets back on her feet.

Both women. (and others like them,)  were awarded grants from the Lemonade Fund and we wish them well.

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6 Years, 5 Years and 78 Years

On July 20, 2010, my life was turned upside down by a diagnosis, out of the blue, of breast cancer. I will never forget the feeling of complete devastation upon hearing the news that day. I had been fasting, as it was Tisha B’Av, the ninth day of the Hebrew month of Av. A day of mourning, 9 Av is the saddest day of the Jewish year, marking the destruction of Jerusalem (twice,) as well as other calamities (pogroms, expulsions, wars, etc.) that have befallen Jews throughout history, on this date. Collective sadness became deeply personal as I suddenly faced my own mortality.

As Tisha B’Av approaches this year (Sunday, August 14, beginning at sundown the night before,) I am grateful to be celebrating six years of health since that fateful day. Another year of watching children become adults, of love and personal and professional fulfillment. Another year (our fifth anniversary!) of turning lemons into lemonade at the Lemonade Fund,, providing grants to Israeli breast cancer patients who are in financial crisis. Nothing but pure gratitude for the gift of life and the ability to move forward.

It is easy to see the parallel between recovery from a serious illness and the fast of Tisha B’Av. How do we as a people rebuild, and even improve, after near total destruction? Every year I now feel graced to find a message of hope on this saddest of days. It comes this year care of my mother, Vera Greenwald, z.l.

vera photo

My mother died suddenly of a massive stroke, in February, at the age of 78, at the height of her career, and if ever there was a tale of rising from the ashes, it was hers. Her life story is one of miracles, survival and rebirth.

My mother was born in Presov, a city in eastern Czechoslovakia that had an active Jewish community of about 8000. Once the war began, her parents had the foresight to begin to run early on, while many were sitting tight. While they were waiting for false papers, my grandmother had a way of hiding in plain sight. It was known that the Nazis worked on a schedule, that they had specific hours when they’d enter the city to round up Jews. My grandmother would take my mother early each morning to Kosice, the next town, and they’d wait in the high reeds by the river all day, only to return each evening after the Nazis had left.

Once this became untenable, they began to run in earnest. One time, while hiding in the house of a righteous Gentile, my very young mother was told to keep completely silent for hours, beneath a pile of potatoes, while the Nazi’s banged their guns and shouted, hunting for Jews. My  mother has a memory of clasping her hands together, and promising God over and over again, that if she survived, she would even eat barley soup that she despised.

mom child

Eventually hiding in houses became too dangerous and there was no where to go but into hiding in the forests, where my mother and her parents lived with a small group of Jews. They lived in primitive wooden bunkers, 12 people in one, and 17 in the other. Many times they were near death from starvation, living on nothing but  rose hips, or foraged greens boiled in melted snow, only to find food one way or another. Many times they couldn’t light fires for fear of the smoke being seen, and it is a miracle that they didn’t freeze to death in the winter months.

Another time, a Russian soldier warned them to disperse, to flee, moments before the Nazis came and found their bunker and razed it to the ground. My mother and her parents hid behind one tree, silently, for a long time, in the bitter cold, while the Nazi’s scoured the woods. They watched as other families were found, just meters away from where they hid. Yet in daylight, in a winter forest with no leaves, they were not caught. My grandmother told of the family scurrying up a sheer ice-covered cliff, at night. She remembered that they all had bloody knees by the time they reached the top. She said that she never knew how they were able to climb that mountain, in the cold and dark. My mother was a very young child at the time.

Somehow those who survived this attack, rebuilt the bunkers, much deeper in the woods. My mother remembers Passover seders in the bunker. My grandfather kept track of the calendar with a match on the wall and recited the Haggadah, the Passover story, by heart. As the end of the war was nearing this small band of Jews were so close to starvation that they decided to risk their lives to venture to the nearest village to get food. They had one valuable watch remaining, to use as a bribe. At the last moment my grandfather and the other men were given a sign that they were falling into a trap and they turned back. Days later they were liberated.

Their family was almost completely wiped out and there was no home to which to return. Very few Slovakian Jewish children survived the war. In post-war Prague, where my mother and her parents lived for two years after the war, no one believed my mother’s story of survival. They said it was impossible, that no children her age survived. She would tell them that she was saved by a miracle.

postwar pix

In the years that followed, my mother and her parents were fortunate to build a new life, near my grandfather’s sister,  in America. In 1959, my mother met the man of her dreams, my father, and thus began a love affair that was to last 53 years, until my father passed away. They had children, grandchildren and careers. My mother was a brilliant businesswoman, working until the day she died. She was dazzling and a bundle of energy. She was also loving, kind and charitable. In her last years, as the number of Holocaust survivors dwindled, she took it upon herself to speak to groups of young people at public schools about her wartime experiences. She began each talk with this sentence,


vera pix 1

The Talmud (Rosh Hashannah, 18B,) states that,  “at a time when there is peace, they (the fast days) shall be transformed into days of joy and happiness.” In honor of the memory of my wonderful mother, Vera Greenwald, z.l., let us try harder than ever this Tisha B’Av to work on reconstruction. On building a society that is more cohesive, unified and at peace. One that is just and kind. That is inclusive rather than rejecting; one that reaches out to others who are different than us. Let us help those who are more unfortunate in a way that preserves their dignity. Let us be concerned about the welfare of those living within our borders. Let us avoid senseless hatred. In deference to those who survived and rebuilt their lives, let us heal the rifts that divide us. We are stronger than we think. Just as the body can heal, societies, too, can be repaired.

In honor of our parents, my brothers, Joel and Daniel Greenwald, and I, are inaugurating the Martin and Vera Greenwald Memorial Lemonade Fund. Throughout their lives our parents were charitable to those in need and showed deep compassion for those who were ill. And they loved Israel. After it was founded, in 2011, our parents were proud supporters of the Lemonade Fund. Though they never had breast cancer, they had a daughter who had had it, and they saw the anguish that accompanies the disease. They were sensitive to the need for an Israeli emergency financial relief fund for indigent Israeli breast cancer patients.

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Thank you.

Wishing everyone an easy fast and years of good health and peace.




Profiles in Courage – June 2016

We at the Lemonade Fund often see how cancer can devastate a family financially in no time. E., a 73 year old Russian immigrant, lives with her unmarried daughter in a small apartment in a development town in the south. Until E. was diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer, the salary from the daughter’s factory job supported the two women. Subsequently, E.’s daughter lost so much time from work caring for her mother, accompanying her to doctor appointments and treatments, that the family slid into financial crisis. Despite assistance from Bituach Leumi, (National Health Insurance,) eviction was a possibility. The Lemonade Fund awarded E. a generous grant, and E. and her daughter can breathe again and turn their focus back to E. and her health. We are, as ever, grateful to all of our donors, who help us make this kind of assistance possible.

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