My name is Roman Ensh, and I am the father of a six‑year‑old boy named Artyom. Writing these words feels unreal, because no parent ever expects to beg the world for their child’s life. Artyom is my son, my angel, my reason for breathing, and today his life depends on whether we can make it in time.
Right now, Artyom is fighting one of the most aggressive childhood cancers known — T‑cell acute lymphoblastic leukemia. These are words I never imagined saying out loud, especially not about my own child. This disease does not wait, does not negotiate, and does not forgive delays. Every hour matters, and every lost day brings us closer to a future I am too afraid to imagine.
It all began so quietly that we never suspected danger. A small rash appeared on Artyom’s neck, something that looked like a harmless infection or a passing virus. We reassured ourselves that children get sick and recover all the time. But a routine blood test shattered that illusion, revealing the truth that turned our lives upside down — cancer. From that moment, our normal life ended, replaced by fear, hospital walls, and an endless fight for our son’s survival.
We rushed Artyom to Turkey, to Medipol Mega University Hospital, where doctors immediately began intensive treatment. Ten long months followed, filled with pain and hope intertwined. Artyom endured multi‑stage chemotherapy that weakened his small body but never broke his spirit. He passed through five separate stays in intensive care, including one terrifying moment when his breathing stopped and he was connected to a ventilator. Watching your child struggle for air is something that stays with you forever.
Still, he survived. He endured what many adults could not. He smiled through pain, held our hands through fear, and showed strength far beyond his years. We believed that courage and treatment would be enough. But leukemia is cruel, and it does not respect bravery. Recent biopsies revealed new growth of cancer cells, meaning the disease is still fighting back.
Now there is only one chance left. Artyom urgently needs a bone marrow transplant. A compatible donor has already been found — a miracle in itself — and that gave us hope we desperately needed. We traveled again, this time to Israel, where Artyom is now being treated at
Hadassah Clinic. He has completed another round of chemotherapy and is currently recovering. The most important puncture lies ahead, and if the results are positive, doctors are ready to proceed with the transplant immediately.
But hope comes with a devastating obstacle. The cost of the transplant is 3,178,800 rubles. This number is not just a sum of money to us — it is the price of our child’s life. We have already given everything we could, and there is nothing left to sell, nothing left to sacrifice except time, which Artyom does not have.
My son is only six years old. He is a bright, gentle boy who dreams of coming home, hugging his little sister, and playing with his grandmother. He loves dinosaurs, shaping figures out of dough, and helping take care of our animals. He does not dream of hospitals or needles or IV lines. He dreams of being a child again, of laughing freely, of waking up without pain or fear.
Right now, Artyom is alive because people with kind hearts have helped him. Every act of support has given him one more day, one more breath, one more chance. But we cannot continue alone. There is no time to wait, no room for hesitation. Every day, every hour, every minute now decides whether my son will live or die.
I am asking you — not as a stranger, but as a father — please help me save my child. Every donation, every contribution, every repost brings us closer to the transplant that can save Artyom’s life. It is another chance for his heart to keep beating, for his laughter to return, for his place in this world to remain.
My son should not die. He should live. He should grow up, come home, and fill our house with laughter again. We believe that with your help, this nightmare can still have a hopeful ending.
With hope and endless gratitude,
Roman Ensh and the Ensh family 🙏❤️