Yarden Frankl made Aliyah from Potomac, Maryland in 2005. Since then he has been the Special Media Projects Manager for Honest Reporting. He lives in Neve Daniel in Gush Etzion, Israel. He is an amateur endurance athlete and has completed 19 marathon and ultra-marathons and several 12 hour bike rides across Israel to raise money for cancer-related causes.
Yarden and his wife Stella met at Colgate University and were together for almost 30 years. She passed away from stomach cancer in November, 2013. For two and a half years while she battled the disease, she always had a smile on her face and never complained about being sick, only that she was "putting her family and friends through such turmoil."
Yarden documented their struggle against cancer on this blog. After Stella passed away, a friend shared the blog on Facebook. Gilly Asaraf, whose husband had passed away from cancer 8 years previously, read it and reached out to Yarden because their experiences were so similar.
In January 2015, surrounded by close friends, Yarden and Gilly were married. Together they have 6 children and a dog and a cat and continue to live in Neve Daniel.
This blog is dedicated to all those who helped the Frankl and Asaraf families during their struggles. It is also dedicated to all those battling cancer or experiencing the loss of a loved one.
Even when all hope is lost, never give up hope.
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