Моля, не подминавайте протегната ръка... Тя моли, но и дава! Please do not pass by the outstretched hand... It asks, but it also gives!

Sometimes the fear is so suffocating that you feel like you won't be able to take the next breath. That's the basic feeling of being a parent of a child with cancer. Many situations, prognoses and statistics wrote Joy off from the beginning of treatment... Turns out they were just small pebbles along the way. My child is here at the American Hospital in Istanbul, and not because it is "fashionable" to be treated abroad, but because we searched for the diagnosis for five months in our home country. Ewing's sarcoma is a severe cancer, and metastatic one is... hell, that's what it became after Five months of running around Bulgarian hospitals without a diagnosis! The living hell. Thanks to discovering her diagnosis and receiving treatment abroad, Joy is still alive, with healthy organs and a stable physical condition, in condition to receive treatment. Yes, it's expensive. I even feel embarrassed to write down the amount spent in the last month, because with constant hospitalization the money just evaporates, and I feel guilty as a parent... I feel pain for my child, for the people who keep supporting us, and we still stand in front of them and ask for money... But I can't stop, I can't give up on my child, I can't accept that my daughter's life has a price... I had read a comment that we are begging and the better choice is to go back to Bulgaria... I prefer to beg and so does my whole family because my child's life is above any ego, self-esteem, self-worth and shame. We are just ordinary parents who love our child to the core and want him to live. Today's payment is to pay for the hospital stay, and it depletes the money in our foundation account. How long we will be here I don't know... But I hope we have the strength, spirit and health to get out of here in full force.