Hi my name is Mark. My wife is dying.

She has been diagnosed with terminal Hepatocellular Carcinoma, liver cancer, and she is facing it with a grace and courage that humbles everyone around her. While the doctors focus on what remains of her time, she focusses on something else entirely: her garden.

Over many years, she has created something genuinely beautiful around our home near Winchester in the UK. A paradise, really. It is where she goes to find peace. It is where she is spending what energy she has. It is, right now, her world.

I spent three decades working in fincancial services strategic change management and business transformation, in London, Singapore, and Melbourne. A year ago, that career stopped. I have been unemployed since, doing everything I can to hold our family together while navigating a reality none of us planned for.

Our son, while at University, lives with us. We are managing. But only just, the mortgage, the bills, the food and fuel costs, the relentless rhythm of hospital appointments, oncology visits, blood tests and palliative care all press in at once.

The cruelest thing I can imagine, and I have imagined many cruel things this past year, would be losing this home, and that garden, precisely when she needs them most.

I am not asking for miracles. I am asking for breathing room, so that my wife's final chapter is lived in the home she loves, surrounded by the garden she created, with her family beside her.

Every contribution, whatever its size, tells her that friends, family and strangers alike saw her story and chose to help. That matters more than I can say.

WIth deep gratitude - thank you, from Mark.