Support My Fight Against Sickle Cell

My name is Ngozi, and I’m reaching out with a heart full of hope and a deep need for your compassion.

I have lived my entire life battling sickle cell anemia; an invisible illness that brings excruciating pain, unrelenting fatigue, and moments of fear that steal my breath away. Some days, it’s not just hard, it feels impossible.

This disease has taken so much from me. I have lost jobs, opportunities, relationships and precious moments with my 9-year-old son simply because my body couldn’t keep up. I have spent countless nights in agony, wondering when the next crisis will strike and how I will survive it.

But the most painful loss of all? My sister, sickle cell anemia took her from me, a wound that time will never heal. Losing her was a devastating reminder of how cruel this disease can be, and why I must keep fighting. I don’t want my son to grow up without his mother. I don’t want this illness to take any more from me than it already has.

Right now, I am in the hospital preparing for a medical procedure that could change everything; one that offers me a chance at a better, more manageable life. But healing doesn’t come without a cost. I need a caregiver to support me through this critical time, and I’m facing mounting medical bills, living expenses, and the fear of how I’ll manage it all.

I am asking for your help; not just to fund a procedure, but to give me a chance. A chance to heal. A chance to be there for my son. A chance to move forward without the constant burden of pain and uncertainty. Your donation, no matter how small, could be the light that helps guide me through this darkness. Please help me fight for my life, for my son, and in honor of my sister.

With all my heart,

Ngozi.