Nina: "Don't be afraid, aunty, it's just my mommy turned into a doll! She cries, and I wipe away her tears. And I feed her with a spoon! That's how we play! Mommy doesn't walk or talk, but I know mommy loves me very-very much!" - Projects - Сhernovetskyi Fund

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Nina: "Don't be afraid, aunty, it's just my mommy turned into a doll! She cries, and I wipe away her tears. And I feed her with a spoon! That's how we play! Mommy doesn't walk or talk, but I know mommy loves me very-very much!"

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February 10, 2024
“Mommy isn't really crying, just pretends crying,” - says 4-year-old Nina. “We play mommy-daughter, and now my Mommy is my daughter. I used to be her daughter, but she turned into a baby. She can't walk and speaks like a baby, so softly - I don't understand anything. I must give her water and wipe away tears, as if she can't do it herself. And like a baby she can't put herself to bed... We have such a game”. Nina, the dear child, is being cunning; she doesn't want to upset the foundation journalist. She's tired of the tears of those around her! For the past year, all she's heard from adults is how sorry they feel for her because her beloved mommy, who not long ago carried her in her arms, is now seriously ill and only quietly moans in despair.
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Nina: "Don't be afraid, aunty, it's just my mommy turned into a doll! She cries, and I wipe away her tears. And I feed her with a spoon! That's how we play!  Mommy doesn't walk or talk, but I know mommy loves me very-very much!" 

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“Mommy isn't really crying, just pretends crying,” - says 4-year-old Nina. “We play mommy-daughter, and now my Mommy is my daughter. I used to be her daughter, but she turned into a baby. She can't walk and speaks like a baby, so softly - I don't understand anything. I must give her water and wipe away tears, as if she can't do it herself. And like a baby she can't put herself to bed... We have such a game”. 

Nina, the dear child, is being cunning; she doesn't want to upset the foundation journalist. She's tired of the tears of those around her!  For the past year, all she's heard from adults is how sorry they feel for her because her beloved mommy, who not long ago carried her in her arms, is now seriously ill and only quietly moans in despair. 

Nobody knows what fate has in store for him! Zhanna’s muscles are gradually dying, bringing her closer to a dreadful end.

37-year-old Zhanna Kenchkhadze is suffering from a terrible illness. She has muscle atrophy. Once a vibrant and lovely young woman, raising her daughter and nurturing dreams of a bright future, now finds herself confronted with a harrowing diagnosis – her muscles are gradually dying, bringing her closer to a dreadful end. 

The situation is dire, worsening with each passing day. Strength is slipping away from her; life is slipping away... 

"Zhanna's mom is seriously ill herself. She needs surgery to remove a kidney, but she can't. Who will look after her daughter while she's in the hospital, who will care for her when she can't walk?

"I love it when Mom isn't crying."

It's good that not all people are devoid of conscience. For two years now, all the responsibilities of the family have fallen on the shoulders of a young man – Zhanna's brother. He's barely holding on, but to give up would mean letting everyone down: his sick sister, his dear niece, and his ailing parents. There are no words to describe what is happening in this family!

– Malkhaz, no one but you can tell us about the horror you are going through.

Malkhaz (Zhanna’s brother): Often, through immense efforts, I have to restrain tears and not show it. Nina is so fragile and sensitive that she startles at every cough from my sister and asks, "Mommy isn't dying, is she?"

"For four years now, I've been carrying my sister in my arms.  She's like a candle, flickering and fading away before my eyes."

– How did all this begin?

Malkhaz: It all started four years ago when Zhanna was pregnant. She started having weakness in her legs. But she attributed it to pregnancy and didn't pay attention. Then the beautiful Nina was born. My sister felt weak, and her state of mind was terrible - her husband left her. But let's not talk about it. Everyone has their own conscience and their own path! Nina was just a little one when Zhanna's knees gave way, but she didn't think much of it. Zhanna thought she was just tired. She didn't tell anyone about it – not me, not her parents. Then it started happening to her more frequently, and when she couldn't stand up on her own anymore , that's when she spoke up. We took her to the doctor, got a diagnosis, and started treatment... But the treatment didn't yield any results. Zhanna is getting worse and worse with each passing day. 

- What’s going on with her? How the disease is progressing, and is there any way to fight it?

Malkhaz: Her muscles are slowly giving out. I don't know how to put it in simpler terms. Two years ago, she became unable to walk and had to use a wheelchair. But she could still handle the wheelchair, and her hands were still working. Then weakness set in her hands,  and now she can't even lift medicine to her mouth. After that, it became hard for her to talk. She can't get out all the words. And recently, she started forgetting how to swallow.  Every sip of water could be her last – she might choke. And the most dreadful part is, there's no salvation from this disease. The only thing we can do is use medication to keep her current condition stable so that it doesn't get worse.

‘Take the teddy bear in your hands, Mom, you can do it...'

- My God, how difficult it must be for both you and her. Does she understand and realize everything?

Malkhaz: Yes, she understands everything, and it causes her immense suffering. She cries all the time. When she can't call for us, or we don't understand what she wants, she starts sobbing. It's so hard to watch that! My lively sweet sister, was always so cheerful, helping everyone...

"Now Zhanna can't even drink water on her own."

Nina (4-year-old): Don't listen to my uncle... Mom is fine -  she plays with me, and she won't die! When she cries, I give her my toys, and she stops crying! It's our little game! 

Malkhaz: Of course, my joy, mommy is playing with us! I hope this "game" continues for a long, long time. 

– One thing is the disease that destroys you morally, but the other is the way you live. Zhanna, Nina, you and your parents are crammed into this one room with damp walls and blown-out windows. You don't even have a bathroom.

Malkhaz: Our income is a social allowance and my sister’s pension. The parents look like elderly people, but they are not yet of retirement age. Mom is 57, and Dad is 60. I'm 34. After dressing and feeding my sister in the morning, I rush to work at the quarry, earning money for medications. Everyone at home is unwell, and everyone needs medications. I found a tough job but it is close to home. When my help is needed, I must rush back home. Recently, Zhanna choked and collapsed from her chair. I rushed home, picked her up, sat her down, gave her medication, and rushed back to work. There's no one to help, and sometimes it feels like the sun has set forever for our family. Only Nina brings us back to life.

“Zhanna can't even bring the medicine to her mouth.”

- And what about you and your parents?

Malkhaz: I have a stomach ulcer, my mom has kidney disease, she needs surgery now and I don't know how and I don't know how to split myself in two. Who to leave my sister with, what to do with both mom in the hospital and my sister at home... and there's no one to leave the child with. And my dad has a heart condition. How he still endures, watching all our suffering , I don't know... 

It's good that I'm naturally optimistic, I don't lose hope that God won't leave us.

Nina: I believe in God too! Even though I haven't seen Him. And I don't believe in Santa Claus anymore. You know why? I wrote him a letter. Well, not me, but my uncle. I asked him to write that I want a teddy bear in snow color and a doll kitchen with little pots... and you know what he brought me? Candy, and just a few pieces! Either he can't read or he made a mistake. And then, so I wouldn't cry, my uncle bought me a doll. I play with it now. 

– Maybe, your letter just didn't reach Santa Claus. What else do you want?

Nina: I want pretty things for a girl, hairpins, ribbons, a beautiful dress. I also want a teddy bear in snow color. And I want my mom to talk to me normally, not like a baby. And I want her not to cry, and nobody to cry. In our kindergarten, all the kids cry, and at home, the grown-ups do too! I'm the only one who doesn't cry, neither at kindergarten nor at home! 

- Malhaz, what could lighten your heavy burden?

Malkhaz: I don't know how possible it is, but if you could help us arrange the bathroom, I would be happy. Bathing Zhanna in the room where we all sleep and eat is simply impossible, especially in winter. We also need medications for my sister, for mom, dad, and me... we need groceries... and I don't know what else. I'm sorry, I can't even think straight. Support, even with a warm word, is important for me too. I'm doing everything possible for them. Sometimes I even think it's a good that I didn't get married. But maybe it would have been easier; my wife would have supported me. 

Friends, our compatriots, the Kenchhadze family, have found themselves in a terrible situation. An unknown ailment has broken a young woman, depriving her of the ability to move, talk, and live a normal life. This has led to illnesses for all family members. The only thing keeping them going is little Nina! She doesn't let her mom, uncle, grandpa, and grandma sink into despair and brings them back to life every day! 

If you are willing to visit the family and help them in person, here is their address: Mtskheta Municipality, village Kvemo Nichbisi.

Every time you can help someone, just do it, and rejoice that God answers someone's prayers through you!

We are sure that all together we will manage to save this family from imminent death.

Please don’t forget to repost our story. Let your friends know about the grief of this family! It’s extremely important!

Friends, there is one more request: if you know about the misfortune of a neighbor or friend do a godly deed, drop us an email at: office-fsp@fsp.ge

Our Fund’s accounts are:

- In Bank of Georgia GE64BG0000000470458000

– In TBC Bank GE15TB7194336080100003;

– In Liberty Bank GE42LB0115113036665000

(Purpose: Zhanna Kenchlhadze).

You can also transfer money from our website: Bank of Georgia (e-commerce), TБC Bank (GeoPay), Liberty Bank (PayGe), PayPal

It is also possible to transfer money from ExpressPay, TBCpay, and PayBox (OPPA) terminals. Find our Fund under "Charity" section (you can read more about rights and responsibilities of the Fund following the link https://goo.gl/GY2Gus).

We have already helped thousands of disadvantaged people! Let’s support this family too! And who knows, maybe someday we ourselves will need the help of strangers! Life is always unpredictable!

Even if you dial once this special number, it might save someone's life. It might save someone's life:  0901200270!  God bless you!



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