"My name is Patrick, I am 11 years old and I'm a pupil in the fourth grade. I love my parents and older sister. I have good marks, I do sports, my mother is proud of me and my progress; she says that I am the light of her life. I have a dream: I want to be an architect; I want to design buildings that will become part of history. Since January 4, my mom is always crying. When I ask her why is she sad, she’s pouring even more tears. My dad and sister are also crying. On January 11, we arrived in Turkey, in Istanbul. I thought that we came on holiday. Hooray, I said to myself - a few days without school. It was the first I rode an airplane and the thrill of the flight was indescribable. My mom said that we are going to the seaside, but when we arrived, we were taken from the airport to the hospital. The doctors speak here in an unfamiliar language. When I asked why I'm her, no one said anything, only my mother started to cry? Here I see a lot of crying mothers, sad children and I wonder why? Why am I here? What happened to me? Every day I am visited by a doctor who investigates me. From my room I can see the sea and the planes taking off. I look at all this and still can’t understand why I'm here?" This is the story of my younger brother; he is only 11 years old and is suffering from a very serious illness - acute leukemia. 90% of the body is affected. The doctors from the Turkish clinic say that there is a chance, however, the boy requires several months of treatment, intensive chemotherapy, after which, with God’s will, we will undertake the stem cell transplantation procedure. This is a very expensive treatment. At this point we sold all of our belongings and we plan to take a bank loan. We also received some help from our relatives and friends, but we're not able to collect this enormous sum - 100000 dollars for the treatment. For the first month of treatment, we have already collected 30 thousand dollars, but time is running out and so we ask your to help us. Dear readers, please make a small donation for my brother, I ask you to join us in these difficult moments of life. I cannot bear the pain experienced by my family. We do not know how to explain to Patrick his diagnosis, how to tell him what to expect go. Please, I beg you with all my heart, to help us.
