The wish fairy

Ladies and Gentlemen,


I’m Lyubka Stoyanova Yordanova from Kostenets, Bulgaria. My son Boyan Yordanov Stanislavov, born 04.08.1983 year, suffering from malignant cancer (Yolk sac tumour) with metastases in the stomach cavity, liver and lymph nodes. Until now, treatment was conducted in Specialized Hospital for Oncology – Sofia, Bulgaria. Were carried out three surgical operations and ten course chemotherapy with which their options were exhausted and stopped treatment.

After a consultation for review and possible treatment abroad. Found contact with Prof. Dr. Haluk Onat from hospital Anatolian medical center - Istanbul-Turkey, a subsidiary of the Medical Institute Johns Hopkins University - USA. After examining the epicrisis, research and treatment carried out in Bulgaria Dr. Onat expressed readiness to take over his treatment, according to Boyan it has a chance to be cured completely.

Treatment consists in carrying out the three courses chemotherapy, followed by one high-dose chemotherapy and transplantation of stem cells. Preliminary treatment cost data from 30 000 to 50 000 euros for the high-dose therapy and the transplantation and € 3,000 for a course of chemotherapy. We can not provide ourselves this, but we believe that with the help of people who would be able to help us cure our 26 - year-old son. Apply medical epicrises from Anatolian medical center. I turn to you asking if you can help us for treatment. There is open donation account.
FDG PET/CT Study "Anadolu Medical Center".


UniCredit Bulbank
BIC (SWIFT) code of UniCredit Bulbank: UNCRBGSF
Branch “Kostenets”
Account 7000 1519608953

IBAN – BG11 UNCR 7000 1519 6089 53
Currency - BGN
Boyan Yordanov Stanislavov

Thank you in advance for showing compassion and assistance.

Когато си помисля, че и ти
ще си отидеш някой ден от мене
и подир тебе пътните врати
ще се полюшнат празни и студени,
и небесата ще се вкаменят,
и птиците от скръб ще остареят,
а аз ще стана празен кръстопът,
по който само ветрове ще веят,
едно небе ще смазва моя гръб,
в гърдите си ще нося черен камък
и хорските усмивки ще са скръб -
когато си помисля, че те няма...
Когато си помисля... Не, не не!
Но ти си тук - усещам те във здрача.
Заспивайки на твойте колене,
ще се усмихна и ще се наплача...
Сърцето ми, събрано на юмрук,
полека се отпуска в твойте пръсти...
Да, ти си тук! Усещам, че си тук
по утрото, което пак възкръсва!