Being a single father of two young girls, my world came crashing down when I was diagnosed with liver cancer. My first thought wasn’t about me — it was about them. Who would care for them? Who would raise them? I hid my diagnosis for a week, afraid of the fear it would cause.
The reality hit hard. Treatment costs, missed work, school fees — everything was falling apart. I remember one night looking at my daughters sleeping and breaking down. I couldn’t imagine them growing up without me.
FIGHT AGAINST CANCER stepped in when I was at my lowest. They helped me access treatment in a top-tier hospital, funded a portion of the surgeries, and even arranged psychosocial counseling for my daughters so they wouldn’t live in constant fear.
They didn’t just help me medically — they helped me be a father again. They reminded me I had something to fight for. I’m still healing, but I get to wake up every day and see my girls smile. That’s a gift. A gift made possible by people who believed in helping strangers.
My fight isn’t over, but I’m not alone in it anymore. And that changes everything.
