Dear Madam/Sir,

Allow me to share my story with you, which began eight years ago and has completely changed my life since then. I became seriously ill from one day to the next. What is natural for others – eating, working, the joys of everyday life – has become an unattainable dream for me.

A constant, unbearable pain appeared in one spot in my abdomen, as if I were constantly suffering from intestinal cramps. I can only relieve it sometimes with strong pressure – that's how I spend every day. Eating is not a joy for me, but torment: I can hardly eat, and I have difficulty maintaining my weight. I had to eliminate almost everything from my diet, but even the few foods that I could theoretically eat cause pain.

In recent years, I have done everything to find the cause of my illness. I have visited countless doctors across the country, tried traditional and alternative treatments, and undergone three surgeries, yet I am still in the same place. The diagnosis, which was difficult to determine, is that, among other things, the nerves in my intestines are not working properly. They talk about only one option: a stoma, but there is no guarantee that it would actually be a solution.

The disease has ruined not only my body but my entire life. I not only lost my job but also a dream – to be a mother. Due to the illness, this has not been possible so far, even though it was my greatest wish. I would still have a chance if I could recover quickly, but I need medical help for this, which I currently cannot afford.

My marriage also fell apart. Initially, my family and my husband stood by me, believing that I would recover. But over the years, hope has faded, and today I am left alone with my pain. I live in a vulnerable relationship that consumes me not only physically but also mentally.

But that's not who I am. Basically, I am a cheerful, humorous woman who loves to live, who fights, who never gives up. But now I feel that I can't go on alone anymore. I don't want to live like this, I don't want to accept that pain and helplessness define my life.

Until now, I have never asked for help. I have always preferred to give, but now I am forced to turn to you. I still believe that there is a doctor, a treatment that can help me. But to get there, I need support.

Please, if you can, help me to continue the fight and get a chance for a normal life. I express my deepest gratitude for any support.

With a grateful heart and thank you.