In our beloved Georgia, many people are not just below the poverty line – They are in tremendous need! And the worst part is – they have no one to rely on except for us. If we don’t help, some will become lifelong incurable cripples, others will die, and still others will perish from unbearable suffering! Schoolchildren won’t attend school – they have nothing to put on! They lack basic gadgets! They’re alone – like in a wild desert – alone with sorrow and suffering! Social allowance in Georgia are lower than in many African countries! The country is emptying: no jobs, no future… Without us, friends! And we just have to give them a chance at life, to give them pride in the country, in its good people, who for thousands of years have historically helped all who have come to us!

If my advice can save even a few women in Georgia, I’ll find peace in heaven! Because cancer cunningly creeps in from various parts of the body and hits hard when it’s already too late for treatment!

The Lord gives us a chance, friends, to give the most precious gift in the world to Nikoloz: to give him life!
The little one has cancer. Three years ago, his stomach started aching, and his mom thought he had eaten too many chips, but the pain only became stronger! “And the doctors gave an almost fatal ‘verdict’ – KIDNEY CANCER!”
Nikoloz (7-year-old): Yes, Auntie, I have cancer. They took me to hospital and did not let me out from there. They told me: ‘If we let you go, you will die’ – and I got scared! Very scared! Then they urgently ‘flew’ me to Germany, took X-rays, then cut my stomach open and found cancer there. I don’t know what it is, what it looks like – but I know it’s scary! They removed my kidney. Then I came back home, but I felt bad again and we had to go to Germany again, and they removed my spleen and something else. Then they gave me a lot of medicines, did some radiation, transfusions, and chemotherapy to shrink and stop the cancer. I felt better. I won’t die,

The scoundrel ended up in prison, but can this bring back a loving mother to the children?!
Two years ago, Ekaterina received a terrible diagnosis – cancer! She had a mastectomy and underwent chemotherapy. The disease would recede, then return. My God, she suffered so much, the poor woman! How hard it was for her to part with her beloved and loving children before her death! But what her husband did to her is beyond comparison with even cancer. He abused her so much that he ended up in jail for it! He was a scoundrel: he never cared for his children. Vodka killed everything human in him!” Shorena (13-year-old): Mom tried to protect us and didn’t talk about a lot of things! Like all Georgian women, she never complained to anyone! But I saw it myself once after her surgery as he hit her and yelled, “When will you finally die?” When I stood up for my mom, he pushed me too. My mom used to cry a lot. She knew she had cancer, but she endured it all. I had hoped she would live longer.

What is it like to know that your child’s time is limited? And even if he doesn’t pass away before the age of two, he will never fully recover, and he will never be able to walk? To keep Dima alive, it takes just a little – our help!
Doctors have already done their part – they have diagnosed and prescribed treatment, but sustaining the child’s life comes at a high cost for his mother. Dima has a stoma in his throat that he breathes through, requiring regular cleaning. Unfortunately, his mother can’t afford to buy new sterile tubes, so she has to reuse old ones multiple times. This poses a significant risk to Dima’s weakened immune system.
“When I received my son’s diagnosis, it felt as if the ground had been ripped from beneath me. It was like being drenched in icy water! I felt so physically unwell that the doctors had to help me regain my composure. Spinal muscular atrophy type 1 – I was already aware of it… it was the most devastating news for my dear Dima.”

Just yesterday, I was a perfectly happy and healthy woman, with my beloved husband and child.
I love all of you too! I have only a little time left, but I’m so afraid to spend my last days on the street like a homeless dog. God will reward you for your kindness, my dear compatriots!