СПЕШНО! МОЛИМ ВИ! Помогнете ни да спасим ДИМИТЪР HURRY! PLEASE! Help us save DIMITER

Dear people,

I write these words with trembling hands and tears in my eyes... I write as a mother who is struggling with the fear of losing what is most precious - her child.

Dimitri is my little boy. My struggle. My world.

For months we have lived between hospitals, diagnoses, hope and despair. And every smile from him gave me strength - it was like he was saying, " We'll make it, Mommy."

We had almost reached the end. Thanks to kind people like you, we raised funds for a bone marrow transplant in Turkey. The doctors there approved the treatment, everything was going well. Dimitri bore it bravely and for the first time I allowed myself to dream that he would live. That he would grow up.

And right then...

In Bulgaria they decided to stop the treatment. 20 days. Just before the decisive transplant. Because of an infection they never got control of.

That was enough for the disease to come back - stronger, faster, relentless.

When we came to Istanbul again, the eyes of prof. Teville's eyes teared up. "It was not to be stopped... the most critical moment was... the fight was not to be interrupted."
And it was as if something inside me snapped.

Everything we had fought for for months collapsed with one decision.

Now here we are again. Dimitri started a new treatment on an emergency basis. He bore it heroically. But his indicators are terribly weak. Doctors are monitoring him around the clock. We are waiting for the result of a myelogram - they will decide whether we need another chemotherapy or we can already to transplant.

But we are right in the middle of treatment.
And we're out of money.

We know one thing - if we don't continue now, there is only one outcome.
And we can't accept it. Not when there's a chance. Not when there's time.

We've been making attempts for over a month now to contact TV stations, to reach out to someone, to get our voices across, because we can't do it alone. Because we have no choice.
But the doors remain closed. No one is listening to us.

We went personally to the offices, wrote to them, sent letters, requests, explanations...
A month of silence. A month where you cry out, and silence is all that comes back to you.

And my child is lying here. Next to me. In a hospital bed.
She looks at me and whispers softly:
"Mommy... when are we going home?"

And I... I don't know what to answer him.
I grit my teeth and smile, but inside everything is screaming.

I can't accept that it will all end like this.
Not when we can save him.
Not when we've already come this far.

Please... help us.

There's still a little way to go, but we can't do it without you. There will be another payment in a few days.
And without it... everything stops.

Please don't leave us alone.
Don't leave us in silence.
Please - HELP US!