There is nothing more difficult in this world than seeing your child suffer and having no way to help him.💔
My name is Ana, Our only son, Nicola, is an amazing boy who only wants to meet Spider-Man and visit his grandmother in Sweden again.
I can’t bear it anymore. I’ve been in the hospital with our son for six months now, and I see his life ending before my eyes.
He is only five years old and his body is battling Wilm’s tumor, a rare kidney cancer that mostly affects children.
The tumor has now spread to both kidneys, so he is not responding well to the usual treatments.😢
Every day he disappears a little more.
I sit by his side around the clock, holding his small and feeble hand.
The cancer is simply devouring his body and he is getting so thin.
I hear his breathing and feel how much he is fighting.
Sometimes I just can’t believe this is happening to us.
How did we get to this situation?
I feel that every passing day is like a countdown.
Every moment I fear I am losing him.
As I write this, I can’t believe I’m writing about my only son.
I am begging God to take this terrible cancer from my son—and I’m ready to take it on myself instead.
A week ago the doctors told us, “The cancer is spreading and the treatments are not working. But we found a new specialized treatment in New York that targets Nicola’s type of cancer. If he does not receive this treatment and undergo urgent surgery, he will not make it.”💔
When I asked the doctor if the state will cover the cost of the flights and treatment, he lowered his head and remained silent. It was difficult for him to tell me the truth: Since the treatments are new research, the total cost of $650,000 must be paid privately.
When I heard the amount, I could not stop crying.😰
I have nothing anymore. We’ve already sold everything of any value.
I have been constantly at Nicola’s side for six months.
My husband is shattered and cannot work—this situation has broken us and we are helpless.
I am trembling at the thought of losing my only son only because of money.
Last night, I woke up sobbing and screaming. I saw clearly in a dream how we failed to raise the money for the treatment and my husband and I were standing in front of a small tombstone, of our son Nicola.
I woke up covered in sweat, shaking, and realized that he was still with me, sleeping right next to me. Yet I couldn’t breathe. How could I breathe when this nightmare might become reality?
I beg every person reading this: Please don’t abandon us. You are the only chance to save my son. I no longer have anyone to turn to and I pray that my story reaches every mother, every father, and every person. Anyone who has a child can especially understand me, what we go through as parents.
We are doing everything we can to raise this huge amount for Nicola’s urgent treatment in the United States. Please help us. Help save my son’s life.
This morning he asked me, “Mommy, am I going to get better? Are the doctors going to take care of me?”
I looked at him and didn’t know what to answer.
Please, I’m pleading with you—every “share” and every donation will help save my Nicola.
The cancer is spreading with each passing day and I fear it will be too late.
Please don’t look away.🙏
