Hi, my name is Nicole, and I never imagined I would be in a position where I have to ask for help like this.

I’m currently fighting cancer, and it has changed every part of my life. What used to be normal days are now filled with pain, exhaustion, and constant uncertainty. Some days are harder than others, but I keep pushing forward and doing my best to stay strong.

Because of my condition, I’m unable to work right now, and the financial stress has become overwhelming. On top of everything, I have to travel to another city for my doctor’s appointments and treatments—something that is necessary for my health, but incredibly difficult to afford.

It’s not easy for me to ask for help, but right now I truly need it. I’m raising funds to cover the cost of traveling to my appointments so I can continue getting the care I need to keep fighting.

Any support, no matter how small, would mean more to me than words can explain. And if you’re unable to donate, simply sharing my story would help in ways you might not realize.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and for being part of my fight.

About a month after moving out on my own and working two jobs, my life changed overnight. One night, I started coughing so badly I could barely breathe. I ended up in the ER, thinking it was just back pain—but after scans and tests, doctors told me something that terrified me: the lumps on my body were a high risk for cancer.

Not long after, my health got worse. My body became weak, I was constantly exhausted, and I lost both of my jobs because I physically couldn’t keep up anymore. Then the pain, swelling, and fevers started. I was rushed to the hospital, where I spent days being tested, barely sleeping, and not knowing what was happening to my body.

I went through biopsies, severe pain, and even had fluid removed from my lungs. At one point, I was so sick that I had to be transferred to another hospital because my condition was too serious to be treated where I was. My heart rate was dangerously high, I had pneumonia, and I was told I could be at risk for something even worse.

Then came the moment that changed everything—I was diagnosed with stage 2 lymphoma at just 20 years old.

I remember breaking down, asking myself, “Why is this happening to me? I just wanted to live a normal life.” But instead, I was in a hospital bed, fighting for my health and starting chemotherapy, not knowing what would come next.