A call late at night–nothing makes sense, there’s only sobbing coming out of the phone. It’s past the curfew, can’t go anywhere.
We were called by Olga Ivanovna, a retiree, who couldn’t even describe what happened. My friends went to see her first thing in the morning.
The woman practically doesn’t get out of bed, she needs medications for which there’s no money. “I’m so ashamed…I have no-one to ask, it’s just us here. and you were so helpful the last time that I had enough medications for three months.”
We brought medications. Situation is critical–Olga Ivanovna has a class 1 disability, almost can’t walk, Type 1 diabetes, hypertension, heart trouble.
Olga Ivanovna lives alone, with a grandson. His mother, Olga’s daughter, left when the boy was only 3. The father died of stroke in 2015. What can one say–few had their health unaffected by the bombing of Lugansk in 2014. The city went through SO MUCH…Olga Ivanovna’s husband died almost immediately after the son died…
It’s just the two of them now. The son is 18, he’s studying to become a car mechanic. He’s an excellent student, also a boxer and voleyball player. He massages grandma’s legs, washes and dresses her, and also cooks and cleans at home. They have only each other. How they survive on the grandma’s pension and son’s small earnings beggars understanding.
But I’ll say this–thank God there are grandsons like this, and thank God there are people like you.
Thank you for your continued assistance, which made helping them possible.