This is the phrase that has torn my heart apart the most since my husband - and Noah's father - died in a tragic accident at work. Since then, everything has changed. I found myself alone, with no income, two young children... and one of them with a serious illness
Noah is only 6 years old and was diagnosed with High Risk Neuroblastoma, Stage 4, an aggressive cancer that spreads quickly. Since the diagnosis, we've lived between hospitals, chemotherapy sessions and daily prayers for a miracle.
The health plan denied part of the treatment, and the part we got, they don't have the resources to start.
Noah needs intensive treatment, tests, immunotherapy and drugs that cost more than $150,000.
I've tried everything... Raffles, bazaars, selling what I can. But it's impossible to raise that amount on my own.
Today, every second counts... and we only have you.
Noah is a child full of life, who dreams of going back to school, running around with his brother and playing like any boy his age. But for that, he needs to win this battle... and I can't do that without you.