“Please Save My Son” – Bilol’s Fight for Life
Death has come for my 12-year-old son, and I have run out of money to stop it.
My wife and I have sold everything we owned.
We have nothing left.
But the cancer attacking our boy is merciless.
His bone marrow is so deeply infected that every day could be his last.
Acute lymphoblastic leukemia is killing him from the inside.
As a father, I am begging you for help.
The cancer cells are everywhere now — even in his brain.
This disease causes unimaginable pain, fevers, blindness, and paralysis.
There is nothing worse than watching your own child die.
Die in agony so fierce that you wouldn’t wish it upon your worst enemy.
When Our World Collapsed
Our family’s world collapsed in August 2021.
Back then, Bilol began to lose his appetite.
He felt nauseous, weak.
We didn’t think it was something serious at first — maybe a virus, maybe a growth spurt.
But then came the vomiting, the bruises that bloomed like dark flowers across his small body.
We went to the hospital, frightened but still hoping it was nothing.
The doctor sent us to a hematologist.
We had no idea that day would change our lives forever.
Test after test was done.
We waited for the results as if time had stopped.
Finally the call came.
The marrow was 93% full of cancer cells.
Our little boy had leukemia.
The shock hit us like a train.
But time was slipping away, and we had no choice but to focus entirely on saving our son.
Every minute, leukemia was stealing another piece of him.
The First Battle
The treatment began immediately: chemotherapy, powerful drugs, injections.
For eight months, Bilol lived mostly in the hospital.
We watched his hair fall out, his small body thin to nothing, his smile disappear.
But he fought.
Even on his weakest days, he whispered, “I want to go home.”
Eventually, he was discharged.
We continued maintenance therapy at home — oral chemo tablets, weekly visits, blood tests.
Every night, we prayed.
We prayed that the disease would never come back.
We clung to the hope that the worst was behind us.
But it was only the beginning.
The Relapse
In March 2023, Bilol fell ill again.
We rushed back to the hematology ward.
The news was devastating: the leukemia had returned.
We were back in the same nightmare — but worse.
More chemotherapy.
Radiation.
Endless days of pain and fear.
More than a year passed like this.
We prayed constantly for the nightmare to end.
But our savings were gone.
We sold our house.
We sold every valuable thing we owned.
We borrowed until we could borrow no more.
We still told Bilol he would get better.
We smiled for him, even when our hearts were breaking.
June 2024: The Breaking Point
Then, in June 2024, our nightmare deepened.
Bilol lost his sight.
He lost the ability to walk.
The doctor looked us in the eye and told us the truth we had been dreading:
Our son was facing a very painful death.
Unless…
Unless we found help abroad.
A Last Chance
A clinic in Turkey agreed to take Bilol.
They offered to perform a bone marrow transplant — the last chance to save our son.
But each day of delay could bring death.
And as I’ve said, we have nothing left.
We are clinging to hope with bleeding hands.
We are living on borrowed time in a foreign country, praying the money will come before it’s too late.
The doctors have warned us: the leukemia is in its worst stage. It has spread to his brain.
Our boy suffers so terribly.
We can do nothing to stop his pain.
We have been admitted to the clinic only conditionally.
If the specialists are to begin the treatment, we must pay the enormous bill within days.
Please.
Please save my boy.
He is only twelve years old.
He cannot die.
A Father’s Plea
There is no greater pain than holding your child’s hand and feeling it grow weaker.
There is no greater helplessness than listening to your child cry from pain you cannot ease.
We have given everything.
We have nothing left to sell, nothing left to borrow.
All we have now are our words — and the kindness of strangers.
Bilol still dreams of life.
He dreams of playing football with his friends.
He dreams of going back to school, of seeing his sisters again, of simply walking without pain.
We dream of hearing his laughter echo in our home again.
We dream of mornings not filled with hospital walls, but sunlight on his face.
That dream now depends on you.
You Are Our Last Hope
We have come so far.
We have endured so much.
We are so close to the finish line — but we cannot cross it alone.
Every donation, every prayer, every word of support is a step closer to life for Bilol.
Please, do not be indifferent.
Please help us save him.
He is just a child.
He deserves to live.
Bilol Akhmadjonov’s story is one of unimaginable suffering and unimaginable courage.
It is the story of a little boy who refuses to give up.
It is the story of a father and a mother who will move heaven and earth to save their son.
And now, it can be the story of a miracle.
