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Hi, my name is Sandy, and I’m raising funds for my cousin—though in truth, she’s more like my sister.
Her name is Rogère, and she’s been fighting cancer for years with more grace and strength than most of us could ever imagine.
Since 2020, she’s faced two breast cancer diagnoses and now, heartbreakingly, lung cancer—despite never having smoked a day in her life. Every time she’s knocked down, she somehow finds the courage to stand back up. But this round has been brutal.
Right now, Rogère is in chemo again. The side effects have left her too weak to work and vulnerable to even a simple cold. Her blood counts have dropped so low she’s already needed two transfusions. Still, she keeps smiling for her children—three still in school, and one grown—who help in every way they can.
Her 79-year-old mother continues to work just to fill in the gaps, but even she can only do so much. And while some organizations have stepped in to help, others have run out of funding. With government assistance delayed, even basic things like groceries and school needs are uncertain.
Our family has been doing everything we can, but several of us have lost jobs recently. That’s why I’m here, asking for help—because Rogère never would. She’s the kind of person who shows up for everyone else, even when she’s hurting. She thanks every nurse by name. She apologizes for being tired. She still sends birthday texts to the rest of us, even after chemo.
If you can give anything, know that it will go directly toward easing the daily burdens—keeping food on the table, gas in the car, and her focus where it belongs: on healing and staying here with her family.
From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. Every donation, every share, every prayer—it all matters more than you know.

