I never imagined I would still be writing this years later, asking for help again—but my fight isn’t over, and time is no longer on my side.

Back in 2017, my life was everything I had dreamed of. My wife, Lisa, and I were preparing to welcome our first child into the world. We were full of excitement, hope, and plans for the future. Then, without warning, everything changed.

I woke up one morning with a sore back and numbness down my left side. At first, I brushed it off—thinking it was something minor. But deep down, I knew something wasn’t right. Days later, I was rushed to hospital and given the news that still echoes in my mind: “You have Multiple Sclerosis. Your life will never be the same.”

MS is a cruel, unpredictable disease that attacks the central nervous system. Since that day, I’ve faced relentless symptoms—pain, exhaustion, blurred vision, and muscle spasms. Each relapse takes something from me. A little more strength. A little more certainty. A little more of the life I once knew.

What hurts most isn’t just what this disease is doing to me—it’s the fear of what it could take away from my family.

Today, Lisa and I are blessed with two beautiful children, Kristina and Joseph. They are my world. Everything I fight for is for them. My greatest wish is simple: to be the active, present, loving father they deserve.

There is hope. Hematopoietic Stem Cell Transplantation (HSCT) has helped thousands of people with MS halt the progression of this disease, offering a real chance at reclaiming their lives. For me, this treatment represents more than medicine—it represents time, strength, and a future with my family.

Six years ago, I started this journey to raise the funds needed for treatment overseas. But the world had other plans.

COVID-19 shut down borders and halted travel. Just as things began to open again, global financial pressures made it harder for people to give. Then came the war in the region where my treatment is located, adding uncertainty, risk, and further delay.

While the world faced its challenges, my condition didn’t pause.

I’ve suffered multiple relapses over these years. My physical health has declined, and the toll on my mental health has been just as heavy. Each setback is a reminder that MS does not wait—and neither can I anymore.

I now feel like I am running out of time to access this treatment before the damage becomes irreversible.

That’s why I am reaching out again—more urgently than ever before.

If you can help in any way—by donating, sharing my story, or keeping me in your thoughts and prayers—you are giving me something priceless: a fighting chance. A chance to be there for my children as they grow. A chance to support my wife the way she has supported me. A chance to live a life that MS is trying to take away.

I am not giving up. I will keep fighting—for my family, for my future, and for the hope that this treatment can give me.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your kindness and generosity mean more than words can ever express.

With love and gratitude,

Dimitri Garbas