💔🆘 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… 💔😭

I still don't understand how one minute can ruin an entire life... 😢💔
My daughter, Vika, is only 14 years old, and she finds herself on the edge between life and the silence from which no one returns.
April 9, 2024—a date I can't pronounce without shuddering.
She returned home from a walk like a normal child... smiling, lively, and light.
Twenty minutes later, she was no longer able to call out to us—only a panicked phone call:
"Dad... I have a sharp headache... I can't feel my arms... my legs... and I can't see well..." 😭💔
A few minutes later, we were running to the ambulance, and a few minutes later, our little girl lost consciousness and fell into a coma right there in the ambulance.
It was the end of our former world. 😢🕯️
In the intensive care unit, a CT scan revealed something terrifying:
an intracerebral hemorrhage in the cerebellum, blood escaping into the ventricles, a hematoma...
Her lung was damaged during resuscitation, causing a pneumothorax.
The doctors looked at us with downcast eyes and said only one thing:
"Our only hope is in God..." 😔💔
What followed were months of fighting for her life.
Vika lay unconscious, hooked up to machines.
Her heart worked only on adrenaline.
Her lungs breathed like a machine.
Her body was wasting away, unable to accept food.
The body of a little girl—exhausted, defenseless...
And we lived nearby, expecting every hour that her heart might stop. 😭🕯️💔
And only a miracle—only God knows what kind—allowed her to survive. A month later, her heart began to beat without support.
Then, for the first time, she was able to absorb water.
Then, 10 grams of feeding through a tube.
But instead of hope, we heard:
"She will never be able to breathe, move, or feed herself. Consciousness may never return."
These words burned us to the core. 😢💔
But we kept fighting.
We transferred her to another intensive care unit, then to Moscow, to the Roshal Research Institute.
There, for the first time in many months, they put her in a wheelchair and put her on a standing frame.
There, for the first time, they said what we were afraid to hear but so eagerly awaited:
"There's a chance. She can recover." 😭🙏
We completed "Three Sisters."
We completed "Medsi."
We completed "Yantar."
We paid every penny we could raise. And now—after more than a year of pain, intensive care, and daily struggle—
Vika recognizes us, hears, understands, she holds her head up, sits up,
her muscles are starting to come alive, her arms and legs are trying to obey her efforts.
She's coming back to us. Slowly. Painfully. But she's coming back. 😢❤️
And the worst thing is—if we stop now, this progress will disappear.
Her brain needs constant rehabilitation, otherwise everything will be in vain.
But we're completely exhausted...
We've run out of money.
Every penny raised by relatives, friends, and caring people has gone toward the previous stages.
We can no longer pay for the treatment ourselves. 😔💔
Now we absolutely must continue rehabilitation at the Yantar Clinic, where Vika has shown the best progress.
The cost of the next course is $8,350.
For us, this amount is an insurmountable barrier. But without her, we risk losing everything we've managed to rebuild over the past year and a half. 😭🙏
We implore everyone reading these lines:
help our little girl not return to the darkness.
Help her learn to move again, hold a spoon, say her first word…
Help her simply live. 😢🕯️
April 9th ​​destroyed our family…
But we believe that people can help us bring Vika back to life. 🙏💔

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 Nastya was always an active child 👧✨—active, cheerful, dreaming of the future. She loved to play, laugh, make plans... And we couldn't even imagine how suddenly life 💔 could change.
On the evening of August 2, 2025, her temperature 🌡️ rose to 38.3. We thought it was a virus and gave her syrup—the usual. But the temperature kept coming back. Nastya became lethargic 😞, didn't want to eat 🍽️, and tired easily... And what was especially alarming was that she showed no cold symptoms 😰.
On August 6, we called a doctor to the house 🩺. The diagnosis was pharyngitis. Antibiotics. But each appointment ended with vomiting 🤢. Nothing helped...
August 11 📞, a call from the pediatrician. A cold voice, not a word wasted:
"Urgent hospitalization in the oncology department. Suspected leukemia."
It felt like my heart had been ripped out 🫀... I could barely breathe. I couldn't believe this was happening to our girl 😭.
The difficult corridors of the oncology department... doctors who wouldn't look me in the eye...
And in the evening, the verdict:
🩸 Acute myeloid leukemia. No doubt about it.
Our "before" was left outside the door of this department... 🚪
We've already completed two rounds of chemotherapy 💉🔥.
Nastya is fighting with all her might 😣.
She barely gets out of bed, sleeps all the time... but sometimes she tries to smile to support us 🥺.
Next comes the third round of chemotherapy... and a bone marrow transplant 🧬.
This is the only chance to save her life ⚡️.
The Israeli Schneider Clinic 🇮🇱 is ready to accept us and continue our treatment 🙏.
Only there do they give us hope when we've given up here...
But the cost is $16,678 💰.
For us, that's a terrifying, unaffordable sum 😔.
We've already sold everything we could... But the disease doesn't wait ⏳💔.
Every night I hold Nastenka's hand 🤲
and pray that she lives until the morning...
To open her eyes again 👁️
To say again: "Mom..." 😭
She's a child. She wants to live 🌈.
She dreams of going to school 📚, riding on a swing 🎠, laughing, running 💛.
We're begging for help 🙏.
Every ruble is a chance.
Every support is another day by her side 🕯️❤️.
Please...
Help save Nastya 💔👧
Let her live 🙏✨

🆘💔 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... 🕯️🆘💔

🔥 MY SON ON THE BORDER OF LIFE AND DEATH 🔥
Mark is only 8 years old... 👦💔 His childhood was stolen by a terrible disease.
He was born healthy 👶✨, but at 2, he heard for the first time the word that breaks a parent's heart – CANCER 🩸.
Embryonal rhabdomyosarcoma, stage 3. We went through chemotherapy 💉, a seven-hour surgery 🔪, and radiation therapy ☢️. We persevered. We believed it was all over.
But in May 2025, everything came crashing down 💣.
Marik began complaining of pain in his legs. I was hoping for "growing pains"... But the diagnosis turned out to be worse than a nightmare:
OSTEOSARCOM, stage 4, multiple metastases in the lungs 🕯️💔.
On July 9th, a new war began ⚔️. "Red" chemotherapy 💉🔥, 96 hours of hell, then more courses... His little body is wracked with pain, but he's holding on with all his might.
Doctors in Russia said, "The operation is crippling. He may never walk again..." 😭
But I can't accept it! I believe there's a chance.
📍 This chance is being given to us by the Schneider Clinic in Israel 🇮🇱. They're ready to fight for my son's life.
But the bill is $23,321 💰💣. For our family, that's an abyss.
⏳ Every day of delay is a step closer to death.
Marik wants to live, he wants to laugh, play, dream 🌈👦.
🙏 Help save him! Every help is another breath 💨, another day 🌅, another chance to snatch him from the clutches of cancer 🩸💔.