Marzan Is Fighting Cancer Again — Please Help Save a Mother’s Life

My name is Marzan Rahman Shathi. I am a mother of two little daughters. I was born in Bangladesh, and now I live in Thailand with my husband and children. We were never rich, but we were happy. My daughters were my whole world.

Then cancer came into my life and destroyed everything.

In 2016, when I was only 29 years old, I was diagnosed with breast cancer.

I still remember the fear in my daughters’ eyes when they saw their mother losing her hair, becoming weak, and crying silently at night. I went through surgery, 6 painful chemotherapies, and 25 radiotherapy sessions. Some days, the pain was so unbearable that I prayed only to survive long enough to hold my children again.

By the mercy of Allah, in 2018, I was declared cancer-free.

For a short time, life felt normal again. My daughters smiled again. They got their mother back.

But Allah tested us once more.

In 2023, doctors discovered that I had another cancer — Extra-skeletal Ewing Sarcoma, a rare and aggressive disease. At first, doctors in Bangladesh could not even identify it correctly. Finally, at King Chulalongkorn Memorial Hospital in Bangkok, I received the devastating diagnosis.

Since then, my life has become a never-ending hospital room, painful treatments, and the fear of leaving my children behind forever.

I endured multiple rounds of chemotherapy and then a terrifying 13-hour surgery in 2024. To save my life, doctors removed my right kidney, gall bladder, and part of my pancreas. After the operation, I was taken to the ICU in critical condition.

There were moments my family thought I would never come home again.

But somehow, by Allah’s mercy, I survived.

Just when we thought the worst was over, another heartbreaking piece of news arrived.

In 2025, CT scans showed new tumors growing inside my liver. The largest was already 5.3 cm. Doctors said I urgently needed proton radiotherapy to stop the cancer from spreading further. We somehow managed to raise money for treatment, and I underwent radiotherapy in October 2025 while praying every single day for a miracle.

Then came another follow-up scan in January 2026.

There was both good news and heartbreaking news.

The good news was that one tumor had begun to shrink slightly.

But the bad news shattered us once again.

Doctors found another tumor in the surgical area.

Now I urgently need another targeted radiotherapy and immunotherapy treatment to stop the cancer cells from spreading further through my body.

Our family has already sold and spent everything we had to keep me alive.

Years of surgeries, chemotherapy, medicines, scans, hospital stays, and treatments have left us completely devastated financially. We no longer know how to continue this fight alone.

I am not asking for comfort or luxury.

I am simply begging for a chance to live.

Every night, I look at my daughters while they sleep and wonder:

“Will I still be here to watch them grow up?”

“Who will hold them if I am gone?”

“Will they remember their mother’s voice?”

I do not want my daughters to grow up without their mother.

I want to hear them call me “Mom” for many more years.

I want to survive.

I want another chance at life.

Today, with tears in my eyes, I humbly ask for your help.

No amount is too small.

Every donation, prayer, and share gives me hope to continue fighting this terrible disease.

Please help me fight cancer again.

And if you cannot donate, please share my story so it may reach someone who can.

May Allah bless every person who stands beside me during this painful journey.