"We owe our lives to our prayers"

I have had type 1 diabetes since childhood, so I do insulin injections three times a day. I've been in a coma ten times in the last year alone.

I can't count how many times my husband saved me. He himself has barely enough energy, he has Parkinson's disease. He shakes when he walks. he also had cancer.

 We never left our village during the entire war. At first they hid from the attacks in the basement, where my husband pulled me out half-dead two or three times. We had no food or drink, no electricity, no nothing.

And once the shelling started, and we were in the courtyard. I took out my prayer book and began to read it. The shells destroyed neighbouring houses, but we were somehow not destroyed by fragments. We were kept alive thanks to these prayers.

But all these stresses have triggered our old illnesses and led to the new ones. We spent all our disability pensions on medications. And the issue of heating and food become more urgent. If you buy firewood, you will only have enough money to buy bread.