There is nothing modern here. The modest hall is decorated with art made by children who are no longer alive.
Children with lethal diseases from all over Ukraine come here for treatment. The telephone numbers of various volunteer, donor and religious organizations are pasted on the walls.
On April 16, my little niece Sonia Sitkina arrived here. She had been a healthy toddler until a lymph node suddenly appeared on her neck. She ended up in intensive chemotherapy in Okhmatdyt, diagnosed with a rare form of acute myeloid leukemia. By Sept. 18, just a few days before her fourth birthday, she was dead.