I am a mother of six children… and I am fighting cancer so that I don’t die. I am fighting so that my children don’t end up orphaned. 

They are so little that the thought of them being left without me in such a vast world pains me to the very core of my soul.

These words hurt me, but they are true. I have cancer, and the disease won’t wait. Every day I look at my children and try to hide my tears. I watch them laugh, play, and make plans for ‘when they grow up’… and I think with fear: Will I still be there to see them grow up?

I cry and beg God to keep me by their side for as long as possible. Every day I sit confined to a wheelchair and cook for them, looking after them and giving them all my warmth.

  Each of them needs me. The little one still wakes up at night and searches for me with her warm little hands. The others ask me why I go to hospital so often, why I’m pale, why I get tired so quickly. I smile at them and tell them that Mummy is just ‘having treatment’. But deep down, there is a cry of pain and fear, because I know that, without help, my time with them could soon come to an end.

  The doctor told me clearly: there is a chance. A real chance at life, at recovery. But it costs 70,000 euros. A huge sum for a mother who is selling everything she has just to spend one more day with her children. I’m not asking for pity. I’m asking for a helping hand, a heart that beats alongside mine.

  I just want to live. To take them to school, to put food on the table for them, to tell them stories in the evening, to wipe away their tears when they fall. I don’t want them to grow up without me, to look at a photo and say: ‘That was my mum…’

  Please, from the bottom of my heart, help me stay. Help me so I can still say goodnight to them. Help me not to leave my six children orphaned.

  Every little bit helps. Every donation means one more day, a glimmer of hope, a chance at life.

Please, don’t let death snatch me from their arms.

Thank you!