While my son sleeps after another chemotherapy session, I count his breaths and am afraid to blink 💔
Because I know tomorrow could be even harder... 😢

My name is Yulia. I'm Maxim's mom 💔
Maxim is 17... the age when kids choose a university, make plans, fall in love 😭
And my son chooses between pain and even more pain 😢

Just recently, he was an ordinary teenager...
Studies, exams, admission, dreams 💭
And one X-ray destroyed everything 💔
Ewing's sarcoma... 😭
The word after which life was no longer the same 🖤

Surgery...
Chemotherapy...
Complications...
Blood transfusions... 😢
I see how the treatment is burning him from the inside 💔
He's losing weight, getting weaker, barely eating...
Sometimes he doesn't even have the strength to lift his head 😭

And sometimes he smiles... 😢
And that smile tears me apart, because I know he's in pain 💔
He He's trying to be strong so I don't cry...
And I'm turning away, choking with terror 😭

The treatment can't be interrupted 💔
Every course is a struggle
Every missed step is a risk of losing my son 😢

To continue treatment, we need $17,860 💸
This is an unaffordable sum for our family 😭
We've sold everything we could...
There's nowhere else to take it from 💔

I'm writing this as a mother 😢
As a woman who fears hearing silence every night instead of my son's breathing 💔
I can't lose him... 😭

Please... 🙏
Help Maxim continue his treatment
Help him live
Help me not bury my own child 💔🕯️

Every response is another day with him 😢
Every donation is the hope I cling to with all my might 💔