A ruthless disease progresses brutally! Critically little time to rescue!

Now or never! The disease is ruthless and the available treatment is ineffective. We must act with full strength to fight for Oliver's life!

100 attacks a day ... Each of them is a huge loss for my child. Each of them is a growing threat. I am in despair because in front of my eyes the progress that Oliver had made is disappearing bit by bit. Hours of work, effort and suffering… It will all be for nothing if help does not come immediately! I am desperate - I am fighting for the only and last chance to save my son!

Until recently, I was hoping that Oliwier’s fate would change and that specialists would find the right treatment for him. The epilepsy, however, came back and hit with more force each time. At this point, the number of attacks is so large that the intervals in between them seem to be only a fraction of a second.

To say that I am scared is not enough. I am terrified of what happens next. Every time I feel like we hit the bottom, life proves that it still can get worse. At this point, I can only ask for one thing - a helping hand for my child. The disease trapped him. His body does not cooperate - it becomes his worst enemy. I cannot stand idly by this suffering, pain and helplessness. More and more often I see fear in my son's eyes…

Specialists from the German clinic help the children who are not responding to the treatment proposed in their country. The first consultations based on medical records give hope for rescue. To determine what causes attacks and how to effectively stop them, we need to use comprehensive diagnostics. Unfortunately, this is not refundable, and its price is overwhelming - especially since the amount must be transferred to the clinic within a few weeks. You are our last chance in fight with the disease that ruthlessly destroys our son's health every day. Help!

Oliver needs not one, but thousands of helping hands to free him from the trap!

We have overcome so many obstacles. Up to a point, I hoped a fortune would smile upon us. Now, each morning marks the beginning of a new day in hell. I don't know how long my son will last. Please help us end his nightmare. Your support is a chance for a new life without suffering, which from birth is part of my son's everyday life. I would like to assure him so much that someday everything will be all right...

Mom