Elpida" in Greek means "Hope". Sounds beautiful, doesn't it?

Just six months after losing my mother - to lung cancer - life hit me again. This time harder, more painful... My son Pavlos, just 12 years old, is suspected of having Sarcoma, a rare and aggressive bone cancer.

It felt like someone had hit me right in the heart. It's like something is stealing me - day after day - physically, mentally, emotionally. The world shrinks, time stops, you don't want to believe it. And the fear that he might be gone tomorrow is unbearable. You don't know how to breathe. Your chest aches, you shiver, your throat lumps, and there is only his face before your eyes.

We reacted immediately and left for Turkey. We were ordered tests , and first last night we had several full-body MRIs and CT scans. Blood tests and examinations followed with Prof. Funda and Prof. K.'s team. Harzem. The imaging shows that there is a malignancy, but the biopsy will actually show if it is Osteosarcoma or Ewing's Sarcoma. They have scheduled the biopsy for Thursday and by Monday-Tuesday the results will be ready and they will indicate how we will start treatment.

Now what?

Here comes that word that gives me strength - Elpida. Hope.

I want him to live. I want him to be healthy. There is no greater pain than the thought that I might lose him.

Pavlos is not just my child. He is my life. I love him to madness. Every day I hug him, kiss him, stroke his hair, and he - now a teenager - keeps scolding me for exposing him. But I can't stop. And I don't want to.

It's his birthday on July 31. I know where we'll be - at the hospital. But I don't know what I'm going to say to him. He was dreaming of the sea...

Please, people...
Help me keep him.
Give him a chance to live, to breathe, to laugh, to play, to grow up.

My hope is in God. And in you.
Help my treasure.
Please help my Life to live.
❤️🙏