Giorgi collapsed to the floor. And when the ambulance brought him to the hospital, he fell into a coma for a long three months! Every minute, I was with him, even though the doctors hinted that I was wasting time and money for nothing! But what do I care about the doctors when the Lord was always with me! And I believed in Him, spent everything I had! And Giorgi woke up, but already in Turkey! My son faced death in local hospitals in Georgia over a hundred times, and each time, I faced it with him. This has been our reality for 7 long years, day by day. Those who have lost a child or a loved one will truly understand the depth of my suffering. Georgian doctors kept saying, "No chances." In my maternal prayers, the Lord told me, "Hold on and be strong." Finally, after seven years, doctors in Turkey provided an immediate diagnosis and conducted a costly operation. Now, all we need is an expensive ventilator, and unfortunately, we don't have the means for it.