It is very hard to ask for help, so i will tell you our story, and ask you to please watch the video I have made.

I was six when I realised my dad might not be there to watch me grow up.

I had only just found him.

I met my dad when I was four, and for the first time, life felt warm… safe… like home. Before that, it was just me and Mum. Just us against the world. Even then, it felt like something was missing. But then, then he came into our lives, and everything changed.

What I didn’t know was that he had already been fighting cancer. Alone.

To me, he was just my dad, the one who played with me even when he was exhausted, who taught me to ride a bike and to swim, who made me feel safe just by being there.

Then the cancer came back.
And I felt it. The fear, the silence, the way his smile changed.

Mum tried her best to keep us all together.

I watched my Dad fight for his life.
Even on his weakest days, he still showed up for me.

During Covid, just weeks before another hospital stay, my parents got married in our garden. No guests, no celebration, just us. And somehow, it meant everything.
It meant forever.

But while we were already fighting so much, we lost even more.
My dad lost his mum.
My mum lost both of her parents.
And I lost my best friend: my Granda.

I have never felt so scared. So alone.

But somehow, my dad made it home again.

He’s still here.

And now, all we want is time.
Time to be a family. To laugh. To live.

That’s why we dream of something simple: a campervan.
Not luxury, just a chance to be together, to travel, to make memories we almost didn’t get to have.

We’re also trying to rebuild our lives after everything we’ve been through.

It’s not easy to ask for help, but we’re trying to be brave.

If this touched your heart, even a little…
Please help us.

Help us make memories.
Help us have time.
Help us finally live, not just survive.

With all my heart, I say thank you!