СПЕШНО: Помогнете ни да спасим живота на малкия Димитър! URGENT: Help us save the life of little Dimitar!

I write to you with trembling hands and tears in my eyes...

I write to you as a mother who may lose the most precious thing - her child.

Dimitri is my little boy. My struggle. My meaning.

For months we have lived between hospitals, fear and hope. Every smile my son gave me was a ray of light that we would make it. That we would save him.

We had almost reached the end. Thanks to all of you, thanks to kind hearts, we raised the funds for the bone marrow transplant in Turkey.

The doctors there approved the scheme for treatment in Bulgaria, everything went...

Dimitar tolerated the treatment well and we finally dared to dream - for life. For the future.

But in Bulgaria they decided to stop the treatment.

Twenty days.

Twenty days just as the life-saving transplant was about to take place. Just when it was all supposed to be over.

They stopped it because of an infection they couldn't control anyway.

That was enough for the disease to come back. Relentless. Stronger.

When we arrived in Istanbul again, the eyes of prof. Teville's eyes teared up.

"You didn't have to stop. This is the most critical moment. The struggle is not interrupted," she said.

My heart clenched.

Was this the end?

My child deteriorated again. And everything we had fought for for months was erased with one decision.

Now we no longer have time. We don't have the strength. But we also have no choice.

On an emergency basis, new treatment was started in Turkey, which Dimitri heroically endured. But now his indicators are very weak and unstable. The doctors are monitoring him around the clock and have yet to decide whether we will need another chemotherapy or whether we can move on to the transplant.

But we know one thing - the money is running out.

And new treatments cost a lot.

We've looked everywhere for help. We wrote to TV stations, went to their offices in person. We sent letters, requests, explanations...

Three weeks of silence.

Three weeks in which we scream, but no one hears us.

And my child is here. In front of me. In a hospital bed.

She looks at me and whispers, "Mommy, when are we going home?"

And I grit my teeth and don't know what to say...

I can't accept that everything will end like this.

Not when there's a chance.

Not when we can save him.

Please. I beg you with all my heart...

Help us save Dimitri.

There's still a little way to go, but we can't do it without you. In a few days we will have another payment. Without him, it's all over.

Please don't leave us alone.

Don't leave us in silence.

We are fighting for the life of a child.

We fight for our child.