Dear Supporters,

I am writing to you for help due to my serious, advanced illness. Unfortunately, my condition has left me unable to work, and even taking care of myself on a daily basis is a struggle. My aim is to ensure that, despite my helplessness, I do not place an unbearable financial burden on my family.

Any financial contribution, however small, would be a huge help! Thank you for your kind attention and support.

Unfortunately, my story goes back 11 years.

That was when I was first diagnosed with a malignant tumour. During the biopsy, it was revealed that the exact type was low-grade myxofibrosarcoma, which had grown onto my pelvic bone. The surgical report stated that a tumour the size of a baby’s head had been removed. However, just before the operation, I was given an anaesthetic in my spine which went wrong, leaving my entire left leg paralysed. The operation was successful; they removed the tumour, but then I started my 30-session course of radiotherapy, having to use a wheelchair because my left leg was paralysed. I spent three months in a wheelchair and then walked on crutches to my daily radiotherapy sessions. Because I was undergoing treatment, my leg only partially recovered. (My Achilles tendon had also shortened)

-Then, in 2019, I finally found a job (I was walking with a limp) and because of that I had to go for a lung scan. That’s where I got the second blow! Metastases in the lungs. Only one person in Hungary is researching this type of cancer. They sent me to that specialist. I had my first round of chemotherapy. Then a follow-up CT scan: the tumours had grown. Another round. More chemo. More growth. We tried an experimental drug. It didn’t work, but it had severe side effects. Then came radiotherapy. This couldn’t be done for long, though, because it burns the lungs. There was a short break here.

- In 2022, they finally said they would operate. I had bilateral lung surgery in Budapest. They removed 17 tumours. Everything seemed to be fine.

- In 2024, a tumour in my lung started to grow slightly again. So I was given another course of chemotherapy, which nearly killed me in January. Then they suggested we try immunotherapy. After severe shortness of breath and coughing, the follow-up CT scan showed growth. Unfortunately, that didn’t help either. Then, as a last resort, the specialist prescribed yet another course of chemotherapy. So my whole year in 2025 consisted of nothing but going for some form of chemotherapy treatment!

Meanwhile, I ran the household and looked after my two daughters, whilst my husband was either at work or driving me to my appointments.

Then the final round of chemo in December nearly killed me. My condition kept getting worse. The fluid that had been building up in my left lung all year had almost filled it completely. They turned a cheerful 88-kilo woman into a 62-kilo one. My oncologist had completely given up on me and wanted to send me to the hospice ward.

I developed pneumonia, so I started the new year of 2026 in A&E. But they didn’t know what to do with me there, as my paperwork said ‘Hospice’. I didn’t give up, so with great difficulty they admitted me to the pulmonology department! I was given antibiotics. Unfortunately, the doctor said that the tumour was so advanced that they couldn’t help me anymore. I need constant oxygen, because otherwise my blood oxygen levels drop so low that I start to suffocate, my heart beats faster, and I feel dizzy. So they sent me home with an oxygen concentrator, which is a machine that runs on 220V.

(There are portable oxygen concentrators, but the National Health Service doesn’t cover them and they cost around 500,000 forints.) So, essentially, I’m tied to a machine, and it looks like it’ll stay that way for as long as I live... So I can no longer count on any medical help because I’m not currently fit for surgery either. My constant oxygen supply and the burdens that come with it are quite heavy now.

I haven’t really been anywhere for four months, and I’m afraid I won’t have the chance to go anywhere anymore.

Unfortunately, this is taking a real toll on me mentally. The daily struggles! I can’t really do my bit around the house.

I’d like to help my family because we’ve really been eating into our savings lately. So that, if possible, I don’t have to spend a few days worrying about what comes next and what will happen if...

So that, if possible, I can be truly happy in the little time I have left, and leave this world knowing that yes, Mum did try, because she has been battling an illness for 11 years where the survival rate is just one year.

And we can finally finish the bathroom renovation we started three years ago, and our whole house, including the barn whose north wall collapsed after a heavy downpour.

And if, by any chance, the worst were to happen, my husband shouldn’t have to worry, because we’ve been fighting this together for 11 years and I’m truly sorry that this is the fate we’ve been dealt. We have no friends left, and those who remain don’t know what to make of this situation anymore. Sadly, my year 2025 was all about treatments, and 2026 is now just about survival. About the fact that, sadly, every single day brings me closer to the end. That is why I try to live every day as if it were my last...

So, a mother of two with terminal cancer, in her final despair, is asking for your help!

(If anyone has any doubts that I might be a fraud or a liar, please feel free to write to me; I’d even be happy to invite you for a coffee at my home.)

If you are unable to donate, sharing this post will also help a great deal!