We can no longer help...
These are the things the doctors in Macedonia told us about my sister Monica. The news that you have had your soul tortured and your spark of hope extinguished. To hear them about something you want more than yourself is the greatest moment in life.

Monica is only 43 years old. Two years ago, she had surgery on a mosquito cell tumour, with the belief that it would be the door to her strength and life. We had hope that she would be fineafter the surgery... but since she started chemotherapy, she has deteriorated. Now, instead of looking for better, we are only looking backwards. Now we are at the end of the last treatment - and the doctors here said to us: ' Take her home, we can't help any more.

The tumour is large and aggressive, squeezing the parts of the mosquito that control movement and speech. Today, her right arm and leg are stiff, barely craning, and her ribs are heavy and tender. Every day without adjuvant therapy and she takes strength, she is left with the ability to walk again, to fight, to live.

But we will not give up! The chance for further healing stands in the wilderness - a visionary plan that can slow him down and prevent the onslaught of disease. This is our only hope. But the cost is enormous, and we cannot do it alone.

⏳ Time is against us.
I am asking for your help for my sister. Every penny you give, every gift you share, every pledge of support can be enough to save Monica's life.

Donate now - because tomorrow could be a do-over.