My eight-year-old son Mykyta is dreading the onset of winter. In 2014, we survived a particularly heavy bombardment. It was pure hell. Wearing our pajamas, we and ran out of the house into the basement barefoot and sat there with our neighbours.

Mykyta covered his ears with his hands so as not to hear the shelling. He was very hysterical. The stress he experienced will remain for the rest of his life. For example, when Mykyta hears the thunder clap, He crawls under the bed.

Then being on edge, son lost five kilograms in a week. He was diagnosed with diabetes. We couldn't even imagine that someone could get sick like this.

 Now his entire stomach and arms are pricked with insulin. He must take the medication, otherwise he will go into a coma and die. I often cry because of all this. My child is constantly on the verge of life and death. It was especially scary when the doctors forgot to add Mykyta to the insulin list...