To every kind soul reading this... I never thought I would be the one writing an appeal like this. My entire life has been defined by service—I was always the one providing care, standing by my patients, and holding their hands through their darkest moments. But today, the roles have reversed, and I am the one desperately needing a hand to hold.

I am locked in a battle with a brutal, aggressive illness that hasn’t given me a moment to catch my breath. I have fought through everything—surgeries, radiation, and exhausting rounds of chemo—but the disease has returned. Now that it has spread, the life-saving treatment I need is no longer available to me here at home.

The doctors believe there is still a path to recovery, but it is a path my family cannot afford to walk on our own. My three young children are my entire world. They are the only reason I find the strength to face each morning, even when the pain becomes more than I think I can bear.

There is a unique kind of heartbreak in being a nurse and understanding exactly what every clinical report and every grim diagnosis truly means. I can feel the seconds ticking away. I’m not asking for your pity—I’m asking for the chance to survive. I’m asking for the chance to keep fighting so that my children don’t have to grow up without their mother.

Every donation, no matter the size, is a gift of hope. Every time you share my story, you are giving me a lifeline. I beg you, from the bottom of my soul—please don’t let me face this nightmare alone.

Thank you for your prayers, your compassion, and for your simple human kindness.

With gratitude and hope, Ludmila