The fighting became the most stressful for my son. Hennadii already had a traumatic brain injury when he was a child. And when this happened in 2014. He got epileptic attacks.
We escaped from Marinka from shells in the summer of 2014. After the powerful explosions in the house, only the walls were intact. But I can't go home – the shelling doesn't allow it, although I would like to. I just don't have the energy to wander around rented apartments. I'm afraid to die in someone else's apartment. I really want to go home…
I go home occasionally, just to water the flowers and see if everything is still intact. And then again in Kurakhove, to take care of the sick son.
We don't have enough money for medicines. To support the body of Hennadii, we constantly need drugs for blood circulation, liver and heart. He can't help me with the housework, unless he's carrying something heavy.