Dear friends, acquaintances and relatives,
my heart breaks because I am in a situation to address you like this. Everyone who knows me better, knows that my mother has not given up for six years. She has already won once, now after exhausting fights, in addition to everything we have managed to do, we ask for your help.
For the tests and diagnostics for treatment in Turkey, until 16.12. In 2021, we need to raise a huge amount of money. (18 000€)
I never even dreamed that we would have to be put in this situation, but I promise that I do not want and will not remain indebted to everyone and anyone individually.
Name and surname Sejifa Jašarević, born on August 24, 1976. At the age of 45, I have been struggling with the disease for 6 years. I live in Zenica, a fighter and mother of two children, a wife and a housewife.
I am aware that there is no easy story, and my nightmare and struggle has been going on since 2015, when after increased back and bone pain, I decided to diagnose what has been bothering me.
Cancer has been diagnosed. Life stops for a minute, the head cools down and the searches continue. Severe bone marrow and spinal cord disease puts me on the operating table for more than 8 hours. I can’t say that it was very difficult, because with God’s help and help to the family, I looked at life through the prism of the positive.
Rehabilitation, therapy and control continue. Diagnosis and therapy are still ongoing. And then, after a lot of research, I learned that a rare carcinogenic thing lives in my body, experts called it multiple myeloma.
Small, tiny and dynamite, it doesn’t choose. It spreads and does not warn, it must be controlled. My life has turned upside down.
I continued to go to therapies, controls, punctures, radiation and radiation, biopsies, surgeries. I use drugs, alternative medicine. 90% of the time I research and look for a way, how to live and how to move forward. Visits to Zagreb, Tuzla, other doctors. I was centrally treated and controlled at the KCUS in Sarajevo.
The disease subsided, the crown came, so my visits to the doctors decreased. I was prevented because of a pandemic, but I felt better.
After a while, various symptoms appeared that were not known, my arm functions weakened, my symptoms intensified, and I was told that at that moment, physical therapy restored the functions of my arms, bones and muscles. I reluctantly accepted, but then again.
The red alarm and the disease return.
Urgent referral to KCUS, hospitalization and additional daily examinations, biopsies and controls. Chemotherapy was included, after which I was transferred to oncology again. Re-radiation, receiving zometa, the body became saturated and I felt more and more tired.
Mentally nothing could ever crush me, I am a mother, I am a fighter.
Multiple myeloma is starting to tie my hands, literally.
Tumor metastases occur on both shoulders, both arms, femurs, pelvis, and skull.
I am still on therapies, of which I receive Zometa (chemotherapy) every 21 days.
However, what’s next, the doctors asked themselves at the council and decided that even if they were so weak, they had to put me on systemic treatment. Either that or looking for hope, where medicine is advancing, where they know more about my illness.
Through friends and acquaintances, through research and advice, I learned that immunotherapy is the best solution. I am currently in the phase of sending documentation to a hospital in Turkey and gathering information on who and how can best help me.
And now, when they put everything down on paper, I am proud of my strength and power that dear God has given me, who listens to my tears and prayers every day. Who knows what is best for me, and a small voice whispers to me, to write my story.
It’s my story, a little tough, but tough stories are worth putting on paper as well. Kilograms of documentation are just confirmation of it.