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. 🙏💔

My pregnancy was going smoothly... I was sure nothing terrible could happen. But I was wrong—the worst was already ahead. 😢💔
When they told me at the second screening that the baby's head was slightly behind, I didn't pay it any mind. The doctors assured me everything was fine, that it was just a developmental issue. I believed them... I so wanted to believe them. 😔
Zakhar was born on his own, without complications. Small, fragile, but so long-awaited.
At the hospital discharge, they smiled at us and told us he was completely healthy. We lived happily—until exactly nine days after his birth.
That's when the phone rang that divided my life into "before" and "after." 😭
The neonatal screening was "questionable." We had another blood test.
A week of waiting... and then silence. I exhaled. But a week later, another call – now I need to donate blood, urgently, right now, a courier is already waiting to take it to Moscow.
I kept silent about everything. I was afraid to utter a word.
And I really hoped it was a mistake. That my child was just a child, not a patient. 😢
But at 26 days, Zakhar got sick for the first time. It seemed like a normal runny nose...
But for us, this was the beginning of a nightmare.
The pediatrician didn't even try to treat him at home – she immediately wrote a referral for hospitalization because they suspected primary immunodeficiency.
And then real hell began. 😭💔
They wouldn't let me into the hospital – "there are no beds."
They said: "If you don't give him up, he could die."
I handed over my tiny son to strangers and was left alone outside the hospital.
For five days, I lived in a car in the parking lot. For five days, I begged the doctors to let me in.
For five days, I listened to them explain to me that it was my "fault" that my child was sick. 😢
When they finally let me see him... I saw that Zakhar's skin was bloody from diaper rash, fungus was all over his body, and basic care was lacking.
A child with an immunodeficiency—and they were treating him like this! It wasn't just painful—it felt like the world was being destroyed before my eyes. 😭💔
The doctor looked at me coldly and said,
"Your child can't be helped. You have to accept it. He may not survive every illness."
Everything inside me screamed. I couldn't accept those words. I'm a mother. I won't bury hope as long as my son is alive.
And when I started researching for myself, I learned that children with PID need immunoglobulin replacement therapy. When I told the doctor this, she smirked in my face. But later, Moscow immunologists confirmed that immunoglobulin was urgently needed.
Thus began an endless journey:
Moscow—examinations, diagnoses, new pains, new discoveries.
And finally, the answer: Nijmegen syndrome.
A severe genetic disease that carries a monstrous risk of cancer and destroys the body from the inside. 😢
The only chance to save him was a bone marrow transplant.
I signed the paperwork immediately, despite being warned:
"He might not survive..."
But without a transplant, he definitely wouldn't survive.
And so began the wait for a donor... six months of waiting between life and death.
Six months, when I lived without breathing.
Six months, when my test results plummeted, and my hope along with them.
When I realized we simply couldn't wait any longer, I found a clinic willing to see us immediately. In Israel, they found a donor in two weeks—something they couldn't do in Russia for six months.
And in January 2025, we underwent the transplant.
It was the most difficult period in my son's life:
— vomiting for days,
— mucositis, bleeding mucous membranes,
— his body refusing to eat,
— endless tears. 😭💔
But Zakhar persevered.
The donor cells began to grow.
We dreamed of an end to the nightmare...
But now everything is crumbling again.
The chimerism test is dropping.
First by 6%. Then again. And again.
We tried everything—we stopped the medications, we transfused additional donor cells.
But nothing helps.
And if the decline doesn't stop... we face a second transplant.
And will his little body be able to handle it?.. I'm afraid to think about it. 😢
Right now, we can't leave the clinic—we need a chimerism test every week.
We're tied to the hospital as much as we are to breathing.
And the only thing that can give Zakhar a chance to continue fighting is treatment, support, and observation here in Israel.
The cost of the next stage of treatment is $13,200.
This amount is unaffordable for us.
But without it... I could lose my child. 😭💔
I beg you—help us.
Every day, every test, every percentage point—it's a fight for his life.
I so want to see him grow, laugh, and live without pain.
He's been through so much... He needs a chance. 😢🙏

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. 😭💔

He's only five years old 👦💔.
He's already been through a challenge that even adults can't endure—he beat brain cancer and is now in remission 🙏✨.

He used to run around the house endlessly, laughing, hugging me with his little arms 🤲💛.
And even though the disease is behind him, its traces still linger in his body...

He tries to be strong, not to show pain, so "mom won't worry" 😔💧.
But I see how he sometimes clenches his fingers in discomfort 🤕,
how he holds his breath before bed, as if afraid the pain will return... 😣

Doctors say he has a chance of a full recovery 🙏
But for that, specialized rehabilitation in China is needed 🇨🇳. They are ready to help him regain function, relieve pain, and return him to a full childhood.

The cost of treatment is 12,342 💰😢.
For our family, this is a huge sum...
We've done everything we could, but we can't pull ourselves together.

He's a little boy who just wants to run again 🏃‍♂️,
laugh 💛,
live without fear and limitations.

I only ask for this... 🙏
that my son has a chance to become a healthy, happy child.
As long as his heart beats, we have hope ❤️‍🩹🕯️.

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 🩸💔.

Kostya is my son 👦💔 He is only 8 years old... But he is no longer a child - he is a soldier ⚔️ He has been through more than adults experience in their entire lives 😢 And he is still here... Despite the fact that his body is torn apart by cancer over and over again 🧬💥

Rhabdomyosarcoma 🧠 is a rare, aggressive tumor. The right shin is affected 🦵 PAX7-FOXO1 mutation. Like a sentence written in the cells... Doctors shrugged their shoulders 🧤 - people like him are almost never saved.

Chemotherapy 💉, surgeries 🔪, radiation therapy ☢️... Moscow. Khabarovsk. Metastases. Relapse. Dead end. Israel refused ❌ South Korea too ❌ Until one professor decided to 🧑‍⚕️🙏 And since 2021 Kostya has been receiving treatment in Seoul 🇰🇷

But this year his body began to fail... New tumors 😔 Sepsis 🦠 Cardiac edema ❤️‍🔥 9 days in intensive care 😷 Alone, without mom, without dad 😭 Among the machines, tubes and indifferent silence 🏥

Now Kostya is back in the oncology department 🛏️ The treatment continues... But the clinic issued a new bill: $126,000 💰 Almost 10 million rubles 💸 We simply don't have this money...

We sold everything 🏚️ The apartment is gone. There are no savings. All that remains is the life of my son, and it is under threat again...

Now is not about dreams, not about the future... Now is about him just living until tomorrow 🌙🙏 Until the next test 🧪 Until the next breath 💨

Please help 🙏 These are not just words... This is a request from a mother who can do nothing more 😔

Every ruble is like a breath of air for my son 🧡

Help us keep him here... among the living 🕯️

I am a father. And every day I watch my daughter Katya cling to life.
July 5 — 10th day after CAR-T cell injection 💉⚡️
Since the first day, I have been living in anxiety, waiting — will she hold on? Will we hold her?

July 1, on the 6th day after the injection, a cytokine storm began. 💥🔥
The temperature was jumping, the pain was wringing from the inside, we were losing her right before our eyes...
This hellish state lasted for several days. We did not sleep, did not eat — we just watched her fight.
Today the storm is over. The temperature has stabilized 🌡️, the pain has subsided. 🙏
But this is not the end. This is a respite.

Katya is currently undergoing powerful therapy:
— antibacterial 🦠
— antiviral 🧬
— antifungal ☣️
Test results are critical. 📉
Immunity is almost at zero. Any infection is mortally dangerous.
She lives under IV drips, under observation, under threat of every second. 😷💊

We pray for Katya's health 🙏
We pray for the doctors who fight this shadow, for the Benefactors who do not let us fall...
But prayers are not everything. We hold her on this side of life with our hands, day after day.

Katya's condition is stable now, but very fragile. 🩶
Next week - the decisive puncture and bone marrow examination. 🧫
They will show - is there an effect from CAR-T therapy, and whether it is possible to move on.
Will there be a next stage? Or did everything go wrong? We don't know. But we're afraid. We're waiting. We're preparing for anything. ⏳💔

Dear friends, respected foundation employees, 🙏💔My name is Roman Ensh. I am the father of Artem Ensh, a six-year-old boy 👦, who is currently battling a serious illness — T-cell acute lymphoblastic leukemia 🩸💥. This is one of the most aggressive forms of childhood blood cancer ⚠️. It all started with a rash on his neck... 😟 Doctors initially suspected a virus, an infection. But a routine blood test showed the terrible truth 😢. From that day on, the fight for our son's life began. We urgently flew to Turkey ✈️. At the Medipol Mega University Hospital in Istanbul, Artem underwent 10 months of excruciating treatment: multi-stage chemotherapy 💉, five severe resuscitations 🏥, one of which — with respiratory arrest and connection to a ventilator 😱. He survived. But the cancer did not give up. The latest punctures showed the growth of cancer cells ⚠️. Only a bone marrow transplant from a 100% compatible donor 🧬 can save Artem — and such a donor has been found! 🙌 This is a huge success, and the Hadassah clinic in Israel agreed to perform the operation. We are already in Israel. Artem underwent another course of chemotherapy 🧪 and is now recovering. Soon - a repeat puncture. If the indicators are good, we will immediately proceed to the transplant. 💸 The cost of the transplant is 255,000 US dollars.
✅ We have already paid 180,000.
❗ We still have 75,000 dollars to raise. This is the price of our son's life. Artem is a real light 🌟. He dreams of returning home, to his little sister 👧 and grandmother 🏡. He loves dinosaurs 🦖, making dough 🎨 and helping take care of our animals 🐶🐈. He wants to LIVE. We can't do it without your support.
Every donation, every transfer is a chance to save Artyom. 🙏❤️
Please help us complete the treatment and give our son the childhood he deserves. With hope and gratitude,
the Ensh family.

"I hold his hand — and pray that his heart doesn't stop…" 💔🙏 I am Tikhon's mother 👩👦 Our son has a complex heart defect 💔, he has a single ventricle, organs are mirrored 🪞, the heart is on the right, but left-formed ❤️. We have no spleen (since birth) ❌🧫 Due to its absence, there is a high risk of infection, sepsis 🦠. We also have thick blood 🩸, but according to the tests, there is no blood mutation 🔬. Now our son's saturation is 80-83% 📉. It is maintained due to the open flow in the pulmonary artery. It is difficult for our son to walk long distances 🚶♂️💨, to participate in active games 🎯 - shortness of breath appears, lips, arms, legs 💙turn blue. He gets very tired, and it is visible on him 😔. Doctor Pak Vitaly Anatolyevich is ready to take us for a Fontan operation, the cost of which we cannot afford is 14500 🏥 — this is the final and most important operation 🛑. The whole future life of our son depends on it 🙏👦. When we were 6 months old 👶, we had our first operation (called Glenn). After being transferred to intensive care, my son had an emergency second operation — they cleaned out clots 🏃♂️💉.After that, the doctor said that he left the current opened in the pulmonary artery, and it will need to be closed during Fontan operation🔒. The condition after Glenn was very serious 😓. The doctors did not give any hope 😢 — our defect has gathered in the most terrible way ... as the doctors themselves say. Now we have to undergo Fontan operation 😣. And there will be complications... But already on the lower part of the body, and this is even more dangerous ⚠️ During the first operation, my son was swollen like a balloon 🎈 - the entire upper part of the body was swollen. But these are the consequences... Now our time is like a time bomb ⏳💣. We live every day as if it were our last 🌅... because the heart may not withstand the current load 💔 Please HELP us raise the amount necessary for the surgery …

‼️ MY BABY IS DYING ‼️ HE IS ONLY 6 MONTHS OLD 💔👶 ACUTE LYMPHOBLASTIC LEUKEMIA ⚠️ BLOOD CANCER ⚠️ HE MAY NOT LIVE UNTIL TOMORROW 😭 My son's name is Salmon🧸 He was born on October 14, 2024 🎂And already in January 2025 we were told something terrible - cancer 😢 He is undergoing chemotherapy 💉, is in the Morozov hospital 🏥, his tiny body is weakening every day... Chemical therapy is destroying everything inside him. Side effects torment him every day 🤒 But without a bone marrow transplant 💔 there is no chance at all... The amount to save my child is 1.195,000 rubles 💰 For us, this is an impossible amount 😔Funds have already helped 🙏, but now we are in a hopeless situation, only you can help... 🆘🆘🆘 We are desperately asking for help! 🆘🆘🆘 Every kopeck you give is a drop of life for Salmon 🩸He's little... he shouldn't die... 💔👼 Please don't pass by... 👩👦 He's our only baby... our air, our soul... HELP SAVE HIS LIFE🙏😭💖 ❤️ SAVE HIS HEART. SAVE HIS LIFE ❤️

Vasya was born such a healthy, such a sweet baby... 🌟 Everything was fine, and we were happy, because our little miracle child grew and developed like all children. But from 8-10 months we began to notice that something was wrong... 😢 He began to lag behind in physical development: he started walking late, often fell, got tired faster than others. On playgrounds, he couldn't climb the children's slide, didn’t ride a scooter or a bike like all children... It was so painful to see that he couldn’t do what every baby does! 💔We turned to doctors, neurologists, took massage courses, drank nootropics, but all this did not bring the long-awaited improvements. And one day, when Vasya started having long-term gastroenteritis, we took tests, and the results were terrible... 😱 The ALT (alanine aminotransferase) and AST (aspartate aminotransferase) levels were abnormally high, and the doctors suspected hepatitis. But that was just the beginning. It soon turned out that we had even more terrible news: we suspected muscular dystrophy... 😢 We took a genetic test, and the results were a terrible sentence... It was the diagnosis: Duchenne muscular dystrophy. I couldn't believe it... My heart broke when I heard these words... 💔From that moment on, everything changed. Our world turned upside down. But even in this crazy and terrible world, a glimmer of hope appeared. 🌈 In 2023, the Elevidys gene therapy was developed, which can stop this terrible disease. It helps to "correct" the gene that is responsible for the production of the dystrophin protein. This treatment can save our baby's life! 💖But here's the problem... We don't fall under the age restrictions, because Vasya is already 7 years old, and the "Circle of Good" foundation purchases the gene therapy only for children aged 4 to 6. 😔 We are beyond the limit, and this opportunity is literally slipping away from us... But we found a clinic in the UAE, in Dubai, at Medcare Women & Children's Hospital, which is ready to provide treatment at our expense. At the clinic, the cost of treatment is 1,200,000 rubles. We need to raise this amount as soon as possible. Every minute counts... If Vasya ends up in a wheelchair, the medicine will no longer help. 😞💔Now Vasya can still move, but his strength is fading. He can't walk long distances, he needs help on the stairs to get dressed and undressed... When we first learned about the diagnosis, we had to take Vasya out of kindergarten because he couldn't cope with the physical activity. He often fell, and I saw how much pain and hard it was for him. 😓 But Vasya doesn’t give up! He attends pre-school classes, works with a speech therapist, goes to the pool… But every day it hurts me so much to watch him suffer, to see him say: “Mom, I’m tired…” 😢Our Vasya is the most affectionate, kind and gentle boy. 🌷 He is always ready to hug and share joy. He loves to make up fairy tales, especially about dragons, and watches cartoons about animals and space with great interest. 🌌 He adores his dog Lisa, he is always the first to grab the leash, walk her, play with her! 🐶 But the worst thing for me is that Vasya, like any other child, loves to walk. But very soon he may lose this opportunity, and I can’t imagine how it will be… 😭 I see how he suffers, climbing the stairs, and his every word “Mom, I’m tired…” pierces my heart like a knife… 💔I don’t know how to live with this pain and hopelessness, but I can’t give up. I will fight for my son until the very end! 💪 I believe that a miracle is possible! 🌟 When I learned about the possibility of saving Vasya, my heart warmed again. Maybe this world is not so cruel if we fight and don’t give up! 🌈I ask you to help us, help to save Vasya. His life depends on this treatment, and I believe that together we can work a miracle! 🙏💖

My son, Maksim, he is only 13 years old, and he is on the verge of life and death. It is impossible to express in words, but I will try, because I cannot sit idly by. Time is relentless, and I'm afraid it's too late. Maksim has been suffering for a long time, but now his condition has become critical. We can't wait any longer. We are in the most desperate situation. 😢It all started a few months ago. We didn't know our boy was sick. He was active, loved to play, study and dreamed of the future. But then, problems started. At first, just strange headaches, and then everything started to get worse. Max began to lose coordination, couldn't hold a spoon properly, his speech became slurred. We thought it was just stress, fatigue... But everything turned out to be much worse. 😞After many examinations, tests and long waits, we received a diagnosis that shocked us. Doctors said he had Wernicke's encephalopathy - a disease that affects the brain and can lead to complete loss of consciousness, coma, and then death. It is a rare and deadly disease, and its progression is so fast that we can't keep up with it. I look at my son and understand that we don’t know how much time we have left. 😔Maksim’s condition is getting worse every day. He can lose consciousness at any moment, his brain is not getting enough oxygen, and every day it is becoming more and more difficult to understand who he is and what is wrong with him. He can no longer walk, his speech has become almost impossible to understand, he does not recognize me and cannot express his feelings. He is not the same as he was before. There is not even joy in his eyes, but just emptiness. 😭I cannot explain how painful it is to see your child suffering and you cannot help him. I am a mother, I must protect him, but I am powerless. We do not know how much time we have left. His life is in the hands of doctors, but they say that the chance of salvation is too small. Without treatment, Maksim has no future, and time is running out. ⏳We need urgent rehabilitation to give him at least a minimal chance of recovery. Doctors have prepared a rehabilitation plan that can help Maksim to restore his lost functions, restore speech, coordination and improve his brain condition. But this rehabilitation requires huge funds - 1,700,000 rubles. This amount is unaffordable for our family, and without your help we will not be able to raise this money. I ask you for help. I know that our situation is hopeless, but I can’t give up. We must fight for him. I must give him at least a small hope for salvation. If anyone who reads these words can help, please help. I can’t let my son go away so early. He deserves a chance for the future, he deserves to live, but we need time, and we don’t have enough of this time. 🙏 Maksim is my life. I am ready to give everything for him to survive. Every day is a fight. We can’t wait any longer. Please help us. 💔

‼️ Cry for help! Please help to save Efim! 💔🙏

He has been fighting for life since birth. His heart ❤️ is weakened by illness, scarred by surgeries, but it still beats. From the first days of his life, he underwent several open-heart surgeries, went through intensive care, pain and fear.

But now his heart may stop. ⏳ The disease leaves him no choice - either treatment or death. An operation is needed urgently! 🚨 Doctors are ready to help, but we can't do it without your support.

The invoice for the salvation is 16 000. This amount is too much for our family, and there is less and less time left. ⏳ We beg for help! Without urgent treatment, Efim may not survive. Please help save his heart, help him to live! 🙏💖