Hello, my name is gloria, I am making this Fund raiser to save my Fiances life. So this is our story. I found my soulmate—the love I had searched for over ten long years. His name is Fabio, and he is not just my partner; he is my heart, my laughter, and my guiding light. Together, we env
envisioned a beautiful life filled with love, adventures, and shared dreams. He proposed and we started planning our future. But today, that light fights to stay alive under the heavy shadow of cancer.
In August, during what was supposed to be a joyful trip helping me move from Berlin to be with him, everything changed. Fabio began to feel ill, and what we thought was just exhaustion turned out to be something far more serious. After struggling for days with worsening symptoms, he ended up stuck in Germany, diagnosed with Stage 3 Mesothelioma, a cruel and aggressive cancer ravaging his diaphragm and lungs. At only 28 years old, he should be filled with hopes, dreams, and aspirations—not facing a battle for his life.
Our journey into this dark world began with subtle warnings—a lingering cough and unexpected bouts of breathlessness. We brushed these off as signs of stress in our busy lives. But as his condition deteriorated, we were compelled to seek help. Initially, the healthcare system in Germany felt like our refuge. His insurance was supposed to cover the care he needed, but soon, hope turned into despair as doctors struggled to make sense of his rapidly declining health.
When the diagnosis finally arrived, it felt like the ground beneath us had crumbled away. All our dreams of a future filled with laughter, love, and family were suddenly overshadowed by fear and uncertainty.
The months that followed spiraled into a whirlwind of emotions, doctor's appointments, and stark realities. We started chemotherapy immediately, confronting four grueling rounds that drained not only Fabio’s energy but also our spirits. Each time I sat beside him in the hospital, watching him endure the harshness of treatment—the nausea, the hair loss, the exhaustion—it broke my heart a little more. I held his hand, whispering words of encouragement, but inside, I felt utterly powerless. As the treatments progressed, the financial burden grew heavier. Unable to hold back the tears, I exhausted every option—bank loans, selling cherished belongings—but our efforts fell short. We managed to cover only the hospital stay costs, since his insurance does not include the necessary operations. We are now faced with an estimated total of 65,734 euros for surgeries he desperately needs, a staggering amount that looks like a mountain between us and a chance at life.
Days turned into weeks, and we often struggled to put food on the table, our future feeling so uncertain. The anxiety of our situation became a constant companion. With few people to turn to for support, I felt more isolated than ever. Friends who once promised to be there became distant, unsure of how to address our overwhelming reality. I yearned for someone to share this burden with us, to understand the depth of our struggle, to lift our spirits in those dark moments.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, the most heart-wrenching blow arrived. Amidst our struggles, I discovered I was pregnant—a flicker of hope in such a dark time. We dared to dream of a future filled with laughter and joy. But as quickly as that joy came, it slipped away. The stress of our situation proved too much, and I lost our child—a profound loss that shattered the remaining pieces of joy in our lives. I felt a darkness descending, as if we were being crushed beneath the weight of unrelenting sorrow.
Time is slipping away from us. The specialist made it clear that we have a maximum of two months to act; Fabio's cancer is aggressive, and every moment counts. He requires two critical surgeries—one in America and the other in Italy. These surgeries are not optional; they are vital to his survival. Without them, he will not see another sunrise. The gravity of this reality weighs heavily upon us, filling our hearts with fear and urgency.
Despite it all, Fabio has remained humble. He often expresses his concern about burdening others with our flight. Yet, in his heart beats a beautiful soul, rich in love and kindness, deserving of every ounce of support we can offer. He dreams of a life filled with family, love, and laughter, a life that still awaits us if we can grasp this fleeting, elusive hope.
This campaign is not just a plea for help; it is my last chance to save the man I love. I never imagined I would find myself in this position, asking for public support, but here we are. I fear for our future and long for the days when joy filled our hearts. Any help you can extend—even the smallest gesture—would make an immeasurable difference in our fight for Fabio's life.
Even if you cannot assist financially, I humbly ask that you share our story. Spreading the word can create ripples of hope and reach those who might hold the key. Without any help I won't be able to get the finance to help him. I can not lose another life this year. He deserves a future, a family that we were planning to have.
The 10 of january we have another test to see how long we can stay put until we will need to start thinking this is the end if he does not get operated on as soon as possible. I pray to god everyday. He was the most sporty fit man I have ever met and i would like to bring that hope back to him.
