My life has been reduced to a number: £30,000.

That is what stands between my son and growing up without his mother, after already having to grow up without his father.

I am asking for help because I have exhausted every option available to me under the NHS and without urgent private treatment, my body is failing.

I have lived with severe endometriosis and Addison’s Disease since the early years of my life. Long before I understood what “normal” was, I learned how to survive — quietly, painfully, and often invisibly — so I could keep up with everyone else.

Over the years, that fight has cost my body dearly.

I have endured six major surgeries, countless hospital admissions, and repeated adrenal crises. Each time I reached a milestone, I believed — or was told — this would be the last. It never was. Early 2025 I lost my job, a job in aesthetics & training that I loved dearly and it also paid very good money, I had to leave because my body couldn't keep up with the job demands. I haven't completely recovered in every way after that. The massive decline started there.

On 17 February last year, I underwent another surgery. I was promised this would finally bring relief, and that it would be my last gyne op.

Instead, I was left significantly worse.

I suffered complications that resulted in:

Severe ongoing pain due to nerve damage

Loss of normal bowel & bladder function, months of escalating symptoms that were repeatedly dismissed as “temporary”

They were not temporary.

During a later hospital admission for an adrenal crisis, a doctor finally diagnosed me with stage 4 deeply infiltrating endometrial tumors affecting:

My lungs

My colon

My bladder

My right hip bone

I was accepted into an experimental treatment programme through The University of Edinburgh, using weekly chemotherapy-grade drugs to suppress the fast spreading disease.

The treatment helped — but at a devastating cost.

It caused kidney damage, and during this time I learned that Maya, a fellow patient and a dear friend— my age, with an 8-year-old child — had died from similar complications, from not receiving the immunotherapy treatment that could have saved her life, in time.

To prevent further organ damage I asked my doctors to escalate me to immunotherapy — treatment that exists, is used internationally, and is designed to strengthen the body rather than destroy it.

I was refused.

Not because the drugs don’t exist — but because they are not available under the NHS.

I have since found a private specialist clinic in Bucharest, Romania, that can see me immediately and provide this treatment. They are ready to help me.

But the cost is very high — money my family and I simply did not have.

This fundraiser is not about comfort.

It is about survival.

It is about:

Giving me access to treatment before further organ failure occurs

Giving my body a chance to recover instead of being destroyed

Giving my son a future with his mother in it

If you can donate — thank you.

If you cannot, sharing this fundraiser choosing to be my voice in asking for help may save my life.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you millions for reading, sharing, caring, donating and standing up with me, for me.

All the blessings and all the good may come your way ✨️