Joining hands to support cancer patient

My name is Rama, and this is my story. (click here)
I am a young woman battling breast cancer in the prime of my life. I was diagnosed during the last trimester of my pregnancy. My doctor decided that I should undergo chemotherapy, assuring me that it would not harm my baby. But fate had other plans for me. I went into early labor in the eighth month, and my beautiful baby girl passed away less than 24 hours after her birth. My husband and I had named her Rama, after the love that brought us together. I couldn't hold her, fearing that my illness might affect her. I was devastated and fell into deep post-traumatic depression. I couldn't bear the pain, convinced that I was the reason for her death. I decided to stop treatment and returned to my hometown in Ga~~.

Shortly after, I discovered that the cancer had returned, but I didn't want to endure the painful treatments again. Eventually, I returned to Egypt, and after a year of stopping treatment, I made the decision to start again. Slowly, I began to improve. Then the war in Ga.a erupted. I couldnt handle what was happening to my familythe destruction, the overwhelming fear and anxiety, sleepless nights, the loss of homes, and the deaths of loved ones, including my dear friend. So much darkness and pain surrounded me, and no matter how much I try to explain it, you can never feel it as I do. All of this led to a deterioration in my health and the spread of cancer to multiple areas in my body.

For the first time, my treatment protocol was changed. I launched a campaign to save my family, and after six months, by the grace of God and the support of ten thousand donors, I succeeded in getting them to safety. But today, I need your support and assistance to regain my strength.