Thousands of stories of people who have been robbed of so much by the disease… I would never have expected that mine would be one of them. In 2020, life stopped for me. It was then, suddenly and without warning, that I was hit with a devastating diagnosis: pleomorphic soft tissue sarcoma of the right thigh.

I began a heroic fight for my health, underwent several courses of chemotherapy, radiotherapy, blood transfusions, numerous life-threatening complications... Finally, in March 2021, I underwent surgery. The tumor was removed, but with it, the femur and knee joint. I was fitted with an endoprosthesis.

After such tragic moments, it seemed that I had regained my health and my old life. I could walk without crutches, drive a car, and even go back to work. Despite everything that fate had put me through, I was very happy that I had made it and that things would only get better.

Unfortunately, a year ago, a very small lump appeared on the same leg. At first, I was told that it was just an enlarged lymph node and that everything would return to normal. For half a year, more tests were carried out... Unfortunately, time was not on my side. Days, weeks, months passed... And the lump became a 6-centimeter tumor.

There was no longer a shadow of a doubt: RECURRENCE. The world stopped again. Emptiness, regret, anger, fear... I already knew what awaited me. I knew that once again I would fight for my life, that once again I would have to descend to the bottom of oncological hell. However, I did not know that this time I would not return from it unscathed...

Another hospital, oncology, more cycles of chemotherapy. Finally, in February this year, I was told that to save my life, amputation of my leg was necessary. That there was no other way. I had no choice... On March 3, my leg was amputated - high, with disarticulation in the hip joint.

Fortunately, I have a wonderful family who support me at all times, a husband, two daughters, parents, and sisters. They are everything to me, so I have to stay with them and get better. Returning to independence, to helping others is my greatest dream. Thanks to modern technology, it is possible to buy a prosthesis that is right for me, which will allow me to walk. Unfortunately, its cost is very high - too high after the previous few years of fighting for health.

That is why I am asking you for help. I believe that there are people with good hearts who will help me get back on my feet. Every gesture of support directed towards me is truly priceless to me. I wholeheartedly thank everyone who decides to support me in the fight against the disease and will donate, even the smallest brick...