I'm holding the phone and I can't find the words... 😭🖤
Because my son lives as if there might be no tomorrow 💔🕯️

My son's name is Andrey. He's 16 years old 😢
That's the age when people think about friends, first love, the future...
But he thinks about pain. About whether he'll survive the next day 😭

Just recently, he was a normal teenager 💔
Laughing, arguing with me, making plans
And then an illness came into our lives that leaves no time 🖤

Alveolar rhabdomyosarcoma 😭
The word after which everything collapsed
It's destroying his body, day after day 💔🕯️

Chemotherapy is exhausting him to the limit 😢
He's losing weight, getting weaker, barely sleeping
Sometimes he just lies there and is silent...
And I sit next to him, afraid to hear the silence 💔😭

I see him holding on with all his might
And I see the fear in his eyes that he hides from me 🖤😢
This is the most terrible thing for a mother—watching your child fade away 💔

For Andrey to continue his treatment, we need to go to Israel 😭
The Suraski Clinic is ready to accept him 🙏
The cost of treatment is $20,100 💸🖤

This is an unaffordable sum for our family 😢
We've done everything we could.
And now I'm forced to ask strangers for help 💔

I'm not asking out of desperation.
I'm asking out of love for my son 😭
Please... help me not lose him 🕯️💔