I'm the mother of little Aurora... and I'm having a hard time accepting what's happening to our daughter. 😢💔

She's only a few months old... she's just started smiling, reaching out to us, recognizing us.
Her life has just begun...

But instead of a peaceful childhood, she's faced hospitals, examinations, and difficult treatment.

One day, a routine checkup turned everything upside down.
What should have been a formality became the beginning of our new reality...

Our little girl was diagnosed with a tumor.

I held her in my arms—so small, so defenseless...
And I couldn't believe all this was happening to us... 💔

From there, everything happened very quickly.
Hospitalization.
Examinations.
Procedures.

And the doctors' words, words that are unforgettable...

Aurora began treatment. So tiny... and already going through things that even adults have a hard time enduring... 😭

Chemotherapy, weakness, a constant struggle to keep her healthy...
Then complications... the disease was unexpected...

She had surgery.
Our little daughter had a kidney removed...

Now we live in anticipation.
Every day is a test.
Every new examination is a fear of hearing even worse... 😔

We look at her, how she sleeps, how she breathes...
And we don't understand why this child has suffered such a fate...

We don't want to miss a single opportunity to help her.
We need additional examinations and consultations with specialists to be sure we're doing everything possible.

The cost of further treatment and examinations is $18,567.
For our family, this is a huge sum, which we cannot raise on our own... 💔

I am appealing to you as a mother... 😢
Please help our daughter.

We just want one thing - for her to live... 💔🕯️

I'm Rustam's mother... and it's very difficult for me to talk about what's happening to my son. 😢💔
He's only 14 years old. He's still a teenager... a child who should be living a normal life—studying, laughing, making plans.
But instead, his life is spent in hospital wards.
Rustam has a serious illness—neuroblastoma.
When we found out, I couldn't accept this reality for a long time. I looked at my son and couldn't understand how this could happen to him...
He was always a calm, kind boy. He loved to joke, dreamed of the future.
And now he tires quickly, gets weaker...
Sometimes he just lies there and is silent.
Sometimes he takes my hand and quietly asks when it will all end...
And at those moments, I'm at a loss for words... 😭
The hardest thing is to see your child suffer and feel helpless. Rustam now needs to continue treatment at a clinic in Turkey. They are ready to accept him and care for his condition.
The cost of treatment is $16,324.
For our family, this is a huge sum, which we cannot raise on our own… 💔
I am appealing to you as a mother… 🙏
Please help my son.
I have only one fear – not being able to help him in time…
I really want him to live… 😭💔🕯️

I look at my son's hands... 😢
They once easily assembled complex models, piece by piece, with such patience and passion...
And now they just lie on the blanket... he doesn't even have the strength for that... 💔
My son's name is Stanislav. He's only 11 years old.
He was always a quiet, thoughtful boy. He could spend hours over his drawings, diagrams, imagining how things worked. He dreamed of building bridges...
Now, every day is a battle with pain. 😔
At first, he simply started limping.
We didn't pay any attention to it—we thought he'd hurt himself, pulled his leg...
But the pain didn't go away. It grew stronger, constant...
Examinations, trips, waiting...
And the words that changed everything:
osteosarcoma. A tumor in his leg bone... the very leg he used to run, play, and live... 💔
We started treatment.
His little body held on as best it could. He was weakening, losing strength... but he rarely complained.
Sometimes he would just quietly ask:
"Dad... can I run again?" 😭
Later, doctors discovered another tumor.
And it got even scarier... 🕯️
Now they're recommending we continue treatment at the Schneider Clinic in Israel.
There are specialists and methods there that can help stop the disease and save his leg...
But the cost of treatment is $15,890.
For our family, that's an unaffordable sum... 😔💔
I'm writing this, looking at my son sleeping next to me...
He's breathing quietly, calmly...
And at that moment, it seems like he's just a child with his whole life ahead of him...
I'm his father.
And I can't afford to give up.
Please... help us. 🙏💔
Help my son live pain-free again...
Run... laugh... and get back to his dreams... 😢

💔🆘 Our daughter may not overcome this disease... 😭

Our daughter's name is Sofia Pirova. She's only 5 years old, and we live in Aksay.
This is the age when children should be playing, laughing, running around the yard, and building their little childhood dreams... But instead, Sofia spends her days in hospitals. 💔

Our daughter was diagnosed with medulloblastoma of the fourth ventricle, the anaplastic variant—an aggressive brain tumor. 😢🧠

Sofia already knows what hospital walls, injections, examinations, and fear are. Sometimes she quietly holds my hand and asks,
"Mom, when will we be home again?" 😭

And I'm at a loss for words... because now everything depends on the treatment we must continue.

The doctors said Sofia needs treatment in a specialized clinic. ACIBADEM MASLAK HOSPITAL is ready to accept our daughter and begin the necessary therapy.

But the treatment costs $8,600. For our family, that's a huge amount... 💔

We've already done everything we could. But we can't cope without people's help.

Every evening I look at my little daughter and fear only one thing—losing her... 🕯️😭

🙏 Please help Sofia continue her treatment.
Help our little girl grow up, laugh again, and live a normal childhood.

Any help is our hope of saving our daughter's life. 💔🕊️

Hello. My name is Nadezhda Sergeevna Sidenko.
I am writing to you as a mother who lives in constant fear for her child... 😢💔

My daughter, Sofia, is only six months old. She's still tiny—just beginning to smile and recognize us... But instead of a peaceful childhood, we've already heard the doctors' terrifying words.
Sofia has retinoblastoma—a malignant tumor of the retina. 😭

To stop the disease and try to preserve our little girl's vision, she needs treatment at the specialized Hospital Ophtalmique Jules-Gonin in Switzerland.
A deposit of 55,000 Swiss francs (5,733,392.50 rubles) is required to begin treatment. For our family, this is an unaffordable sum... 💔

One charity has already supported us and covered part of the collection—$14,322—but we still need to raise the rest.

This story is especially terrifying for our family...
Three years ago, we lost a child to this disease.

Our son was misdiagnosed in Kazakhstan. Precious time was lost. By the time it became clear what was happening, the disease had already progressed too far.

Our boy was discharged home to die.
Without help, without a palliative care unit...
We held him in our arms, heard his cries of pain, and watched him slowly fade away. He fell into a coma and died five days later. 😭🕯️💔

We tried to move on... We were told there was no genetic cause, and we believed this nightmare would never return.

But now the same disease has struck our little Sofia. 😢

In Kazakhstan, doctors are simply suggesting removing the eye.
But in Switzerland, they are ready to fight for our girl's sight. Sofia is in stage two, and there is a chance to save her eye and at least part of her vision.

I'm asking you as a mother who has already lost a child... 🙏
Help us not experience this tragedy again.

I can't bear to lose another baby... 😭💔
Please help us save our Sofia. 🕯️

🆘 We could lose our daughter... 😭💔

Sofia is only a few years old. Instead of a carefree childhood, her life is spent between hospitals, examinations, and difficult treatments... 😢

She was born in August 2022, a healthy girl. We made plans, rejoiced at her every step, every word. But when Sofia turned two, everything changed dramatically... 💔

At first, her legs started hurting. We thought it was just fatigue or the aftermath of an infection. But the pain intensified. Our little girl stopped running, then began walking with difficulty and crying in pain... 😭

Then came hospital visits, tests, and endless examinations. Sofia had hip surgery and a biopsy.

Then came the words that break a parent's heart:
neuroblastoma, stage four, metastases... 💔

From that moment on, a difficult fight for life began. Sofia underwent numerous rounds of chemotherapy 💉, a complex tumor removal surgery 🔪, high-dose therapy, a cell transplant, and radiation therapy.

Her tiny body endured tremendous trials. There were days of severe pain, weakness, and a difficult recovery… 😢

We thought the disease was retreating. After treatment, the tumor shrank significantly, and we began to hope for a peaceful life.

But in October 2025, an examination revealed a return of the disease… 💔

And in February 2026, her condition worsened again—the tumor began growing even faster. 😭🕯️

Doctors say the current treatment can only temporarily control the disease. But there is another method abroad—CAR-T therapy—that could help Sofia.

The cost of treatment is $20,300 💔

This amount is unaffordable for our family…

🙏 Please help us fight for our daughter's life. Every support is an opportunity to continue treatment and not give up.

We really want Sofia to live... 😭🕯️💔

🆘 I look at my daughter again and I'm afraid I might lose her... 😭💔

When Nastya was born, we couldn't even imagine that one day we'd be living between hospitals and fearing for her life. She was a normal, healthy child, our joy.

But it all started with a small bruise under her eye. They told us it was nothing, that it would go away. We believed... until the bruise began to grow and turn into a tumor.

During surgery in Moscow, the doctors saw something terrifying—the tumor had already surrounded the eye and had grown deep into the tissue. After a biopsy, we were told what breaks any parent's heart: our daughter had cancer.

From that moment on, a life without ordinary days began. Only hospital walls, difficult treatment, endless IVs, and fear for her every breath. After the first course of treatment, Nastya stopped walking and stopped talking. We had to teach her to stand on her own two feet and smile again.

She survived 15 rounds of chemotherapy, severe complications, and broken legs. Her tiny body endured incredible things.

In the summer of 2025, for the first time in a long time, we saw her alive and happy again. She walked, played, and laughed. We thought it was all over.

But in January 2026, an examination revealed what we feared most – the tumor had returned.

Today, Nastya plays and laughs again, unaware that the disease is close at hand. And we live with the constant fear of losing her.

We decided to continue treatment in Israel because we've already done everything possible here.

🙏 Please help us fight for our daughter's life.
We just want Nastya to live... 💔😭🕯️

I'm writing this as a father... and it's hard for me to admit out loud what's happening to my daughter... 😢

My little Sasha is slowly fading away before my eyes... 💔

Sasha was born in December 2020 in Rostov-on-Don. Everything seemed normal for the first few days. But by the tenth day, her body stopped accepting nutrition. Food wasn't digested, dehydration set in... signs of intestinal obstruction appeared... Her weight stopped gaining, and then began to rapidly drop... 😭

We visited hospitals, doctors, and federal centers. We were given various explanations for what was happening, but Sasha only got worse... At some point, they started feeding her intravenously because she simply couldn't get nutrition the usual way... 💉😢

In the summer of 2024, she suffered a severe attack of colitis. Fecal impaction, severe intoxication, unbearable pain... Our little girl was literally wasting away in our arms... 💔😭

To try to save her, we sold our apartment and moved to Israel. There, doctors finally found the cause... Almost all of Sasha's colon was dysfunctional. The disease was desmosis coli... 😔

Sasha underwent surgery and received an ileostomy. This helped stabilize her condition, but there's a long road to recovery ahead...

Sasha is now five years old... but she weighs only 9.5 kilograms... That's the weight of a two-year-old... 😢💔

She faces a long rehabilitation:
learning to eat again... weaning off intravenous feeding... gaining weight... restoring bowel function...

We've been through years of pain and have already spent everything we had...

I'm appealing to you as a father who is afraid of losing his child... 😭

Please... help my daughter... 🙏💔

We just want one thing—for Sasha to live... 🕯️😢

I'm writing this with the feeling that time is flying by too quickly... 😭💔
My daughter Lana is only one year old, but her life is already spent between hospital walls, injections, and difficult procedures 😢🕯️

Lana Sherstobitova is my little girl 👶💔
She had just begun to live: reaching out to me, smiling, recognizing my voice... But instead of childhood, a disease has entered her life that doesn't wait and doesn't give her time.

Diagnosis: low-differentiated neuroblastoma of the left adrenal gland 💔
This is an aggressive tumor that develops rapidly and affects even such young children 😭
Lana doesn't yet understand why she's in pain. She just cries and cuddles up to me, and I can't explain to her what's going on... 😢

The toys next to her crib now share space with IVs, and her days are spent undergoing examinations and treatment. 💔🕯️
Doctors recommend continuing therapy at the Schneider Clinic (Israel), which has experience treating children with this condition. 🙏

The cost of treatment is $17,850. 💸
For our family, this is an amount we cannot raise ourselves.

I'm asking you as a mother who is afraid of losing her child. 😭
Help Lana grow up, take her first steps, say her first "mama," and see the world she's only just beginning to explore. 💔🕯️
Please, don't leave us alone.

I'm writing this because the disease is already looming large over my daughter... 😭💔
She's only two years old, and we live every day with the fear that we might not be able to help her in time.

My daughter's name is Liza Varygina 👧💔
She has neurofibromatosis type 1—a disease that can begin to destroy the nervous system, vision, and brain at any moment 😢🖤
We don't know what the next day will bring. We live from examination to examination, from result to result, constantly expecting a blow.

Sometimes at night I wake up and just listen to her breathing... because the fear of losing my child never leaves me for a minute 😭🕯️
She's still so little, she doesn't understand why she's being taken to the doctors again, why it hurts, why her mother is always so anxious... She just hugs me and believes I can protect her 💔

Doctors recommend treatment at a clinic in Israel, where they can stop the progression of the disease 🙏
The cost of treatment is $13,250 💸
For our family, this is an unaffordable sum, and we can't cope without help.

I ask you as a mother... 😭
Help my daughter not be left alone with this disease.
Help Liza live, grow, and see her future 💔🕯️

MY LITTLE DAUGHTER IS DYING BEFORE MY EYES... 😢💔
Her name is Diana Kuznetsova, she's only 4 years old, and she's from Moscow.
She was supposed to grow, play, and laugh... but her life has become a struggle for every breath. 😔💧
Diana was born with a severe congenital heart defect, one that's terrifying to even mention...
Heterotaxy syndrome. A right-sided, ill-formed heart. Right atrial auricle isomerism.
Her little heart is not like other children's...
It works itself to the bone, every day, every minute... and I'm afraid that one day it will simply stop. 😭💔
When I look at her—so small, so fragile, with her huge eyes trying to understand why she has such difficulty breathing... it breaks my heart. 😢
She gets tired after just a few steps... sits down on the floor and quietly whispers:
"Mom, I can't..."
And I don't know what to tell her... how to explain that her heart simply can't cope. 😔💧
We've visited doctors, undergone endless examinations and consultations...
And our only option is the Fontan procedure.
But only a specialized clinic in Italy is willing to perform it.
This is a chance to give Diana a life... a normal, real life, without constant shortness of breath, pain, and fear. 💔
But the amount the clinic has set is $16,500.
For our family, this is an insurmountable burden...
Every day of waiting is a risk of losing our little girl. 😭⏳
Diana dreams of going to kindergarten, playing with children, running around the playground...
She dreams of simply living.
But her life is tied to one operation, one sum of money that we can't raise ourselves. 😢💔
🙏 I beg, I plead, I appeal to everyone who can hear:
help save my girl.
Every response is another beat in her little heart.
Every transfer is another day she can live.
Every donation is a step towards Diana staying with us. 😢❤️
Please… don't pass us by.
We're holding on with all our might.
We're so afraid of losing her… 💔😭

WE'VE BEEN ASKING FOR THIS CHILD FOR 10 YEARS...
AND TODAY WE'RE AFRAID OF LOSSING HIM 😭💔
Misha came to us like a miracle. We waited for him for almost a decade... And when he was born, it seemed as if life itself had given us light, warmth, and meaning.
I remember holding him in my arms on that first day... how I was afraid to even blink, lest I lose a second next to him. He was the perfect baby. We were that happy family photo in which no one suspects trouble.
For two years, we lived an ordinary, quiet, kind life... until everything fell apart. 😢
First, minor illnesses after kindergarten. Then, a strange fever that lingered for months.
I went to doctors, asking them to look deeper, asking, "Why isn't it going down?"
But all I heard was, "It happens. Get your tests done again." He'll outgrow it...”
Until one day, my husband said:
— Go get an ultrasound. Everything.
And that day, the world shattered.
I remember the doctor's face, who didn't dare look me in the eye...
I remember his pause...
I remember the silence, after which everything was different.
There, on the screen, was the tumor.
I sat, holding Misha's hand, and felt everything we'd built crumble.
My husband was far away...
And I just wanted to go out into the field and scream so that the heavens could hear me.
But I sat quietly. I held my son. He was smiling. And I was dying inside. 😭💔
What followed were two years of hell.
Chemotherapy.
Radiation therapy.
Surgeries.
Dozens of anesthesia... then we stopped counting them.
A bone marrow transplant.
Nights when I caught his breath. Days when he couldn't even swallow water.
And he—a little child—comforted us, saying,
"Mom, everything will be okay..."
As if he was supposed to protect us, not us him. 😢
We've been through it all.
And when we were discharged, we breathed a sigh of relief for the first time in two years.
Misha was recovering, laughing, running, making plans to go to kindergarten.
He believed his life had returned.
And we believed too...
But in September, changes in his test results appeared again.
And already in November, the doctors told us something unbearable:
The tumor is growing again.
Quietly. Secretly.
Just like the first time. And now we look at Misha—at his laughter, at his lively eyes...
And we know that darkness lurks inside him again 😭💔
He plays, jumps, builds houses out of blocks...
And we stand next to him and learn to live with the fear that never leaves us for a minute.
We can't risk his life anymore.
We were treated twice in Russia... and both times the disease returned.
Now we need to go to Israel—to a place where they are ready to fight for our son.
📌 The amount to be paid is $17,450
This is an unaffordable amount for us.
We are an ordinary family... we can't afford the treatment, but we can't watch our child fade away.
🙏 We ask... we beg...
Help us save our Misha's life.
He waited so long to come into this world...
He so wants to live, to learn, to run, to grow.
Every response, every donation is a real step toward him staying with us.
Please... help save our son. 😭💔

🆘💔 MY DAUGHTER IS SLOWLY DYING... 😭🙏
SHE'S ONLY 16... MY MARGARITA... MY HEART, MY SOUL 💔👧
She once ran, danced, laughed... 💃
My youngest is a kind, gentle, amazingly bright girl 🌷.
Since childhood, she has been independent, talented, and hardworking.
At 10 months, she could hold a spoon by herself; at one and a half years, she could already put on a blouse.
She dreamed of becoming a choreographer, then a surgeon—saving others...
But now she needs to be saved 😭🆘.
After exams, her leg started hurting...
Just a simple ache, they thought—fatigue, a sprain.
But the pain kept getting worse. The doctors couldn't understand. And then a biopsy—and everything fell apart.
⚠️ OSTEOSARCOM.
High-grade malignancy.
The tumor is right next to the joint.
The doctors' verdict: "The leg needs to be removed along with the joint." 😭💔.
My girl is fragile, thin, almost weightless.
Even the smallest prosthesis is too big for her.
Her bones are too thin; her muscles won't be able to cover the metal.
They said amputation.
But all I heard was: goodbye, life as she knew it...
This disease is cruel—the metastases fly straight to the lungs.
We flew to China ✈️, where they performed cryoablation of the tumor.
Margarita walked on her own two feet for six months 🙏. We cried with happiness – she was alive again, breathing, laughing...
After 15 courses of hellish chemotherapy 💉, when her white blood cells dropped to zero,
when she had to have blood transfusions almost every week –
she endured it all.
We thought it was a victory.
But in September 2025, it all came back.
First, the pain. Then, the inability to bend her leg.
Now she barely moves.
Every day is a scream. Every breath is a fight against death 💔🕯️.
Russian doctors refused.
They said, "We don't know what to do."
They offered us help in Germany 🇩🇪.
Only there are they ready to fight to the end.
But everything we had went to China.
We're in debt.
We can't even buy a plane ticket.

The total cost of treatment is $3,800. The tumor grows every day.
If it's a relapse, it's mutated.
It's no longer responding to medication.
Metastases could occur at any moment—to the lungs, the liver, the brain...
I'm begging you... 🙏
Help save my daughter.
Help save her leg, her life, her breathing.
She screams in pain at night, and the painkillers are no longer working.
I hold her hand and pray that she lives until morning 😭💔.
💔 PLEASE... HELP.
THIS IS THE CRY OF A MOTHER WHO CANNOT WATCH ANYMORE
WATCH HER CHILD FLEE AWAY... 🕯️🆘💔