Nephroblastoma on the right, epithelial type, stage 3Nerczak zarodkowy po prawej stronie, typ nabłonkowy, stadium 3.Нефробластома справа, эпителиальный тип, 3 стадия.

Mikhail YudakovMichaił JudakowЮдаков Михаил, 4 years4 lata4 года

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Nephroblastoma on the right, epithelial type, stage 3Nerczak zarodkowy po prawej stronie, typ nabłonkowy, stadium 3.Нефробластома справа, эпителиальный тип, 3 стадия..

Purpose of fundraising

Treatment is required at a clinic in Israel.Leczenie należy podjąć w klinice w Izraelu.Требуется лечение в клинике в Израиле

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Collected:

146 $

All that remains is to collect:

17450 $

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History

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. 😭💔