In this photo my beloved nephew Wiktor, first child in our family, first son, first grandson. I remember how I loved spending time with him when he was a little boy - carrying him on his arms, cuddling him, telling fairy tales ... When he was older, I took him to the sea - we spent virtually every vacation together, he is as close to me as my own children. Wiktor grew smart, curious about the world, at the age of 4 he could read and recite long poems by heart. A little later it turned out that he was incredibly artistically talented: I still keep my portrait painted by little Wiktor's hands or a napkin embroidered by him ... He passed his matriculation exam perfectly, at the same time graduating from the art school in Lithuania, where he lives, divorced his legal career ... Unfortunately, fate decided otherwise. The first subtle symptoms of the disease appeared just after the final exams - personality and mood changes, later motor disorders - clumsiness, tics, slurred speech, problems swallowing meals. For my sister began a difficult period of waiting for what exactly this child is: consultation with a neurologist, psychiatric treatment, psychological therapy and so on and on, and sometimes Wiktor's condition worsened. There was no question of studying, and each subsequent employment of Wiktor after a month ended with the termination of the contract. It took several years before the disease was medically diagnosed. A terrible sentence came after the results of genetic tests in one of the clinics in Vilnius: it is Huntington's disease - an inherited disease that causes neuronal death in the brain. This is an incurable disease, but there are many treatments that can help people with HD. Therefore, when the opportunity to consult Wiktor at Johns Hopkins Medicine in Baltimore appeared, we did not hesitate with my husband: we first engaged our financial resources, and when they ran out we decided to take a large loan at the bank, allocating it for transport, treatment and rehabilitation of the nephew. Time was chasing us: we wanted to help at all costs, especially since my family lives beyond the eastern border and is not wealthy, and the collection, as it seemed to me at the time, was out of the question. We were emotionally supported by the belief that good action returns as happiness. And luck came back in the form of Wiktor's health stabilization, we've been recording stable disease levels for a year now, and appetite returns. And we In this chili, we barely make ends meet, despite the fact that we commit all our salary to loan repayment, I additionally earn extra money, and I'm forced to get into debt anyway - we chase our own tail over and over again. Only how long can we last ?! ... My (our) life is now a real nightmare: I don't remember what it means to enjoy the morning, breathe, laugh, enjoy the work, the grandson. Financial problems have overwhelmed us: we have destroyed our health and hope for a peaceful future ... I know that many of us have urgent needs and it is not that we are the most important. When a sick person balances on the verge of life and death, seconds count. We made a mistake (?) In good faith to relieve the child: it was worth it, we saved the life of a loved one, but we stayed with debts ourselves. Beloved, please help us, I believe in human goodness and your hearts! Please also om to promote my collection!