Campaign Story

There are some dreams that live so deeply in your soul, no amount of time, pain, or loss can erase them. For me, that dream is becoming a mother.

In 2011, I carried life for five precious months before experiencing a miscarriage that shook me to my core. The grief was paralyzing, but I told myself I’d try again when the time was right. In 2018, I became pregnant again, only to miscarry at ten weeks. Another piece of me broke, but I still held on.

I began my IVF journey in 2019, believing that with science, faith, and support, motherhood was still possible. I’ve now undergone two rounds of IVF and a failed IUI. Each time, I walked in full of hope. Each time, I left with empty hands and a heavy heart.

After further testing, I was diagnosed with endometriosis, and I found out both of my fallopian tubes are blocked. IVF is no longer just an option—it’s my only path to motherhood.

But then, life threw another painful curve I never could have prepared for. Due to a domestic violence situation, and the legal constraints surrounding it, I was forced to discard my embryos. Letting them go wasn’t just a medical loss—it was an emotional one. Those embryos held my prayers, my tears, my strength. They were pieces of the future I had fought so hard for, gone in an instant because of something I couldn’t control.

That moment didn’t just break my heart. It shattered it.

And still—I rise. I hope. I pray.

I believe that the child I’ve dreamed of, cried for, and prepared my heart for is still waiting for me on the other side of this storm. There are nights I lay in bed, completely exhausted, but something deep inside still whispers, “Don’t give up.”

So now, I’m doing something I never thought I’d have to do: I’m asking for help.

They say alone we are one drop, but together we are an ocean. I’m leaning into that truth now—leaning into you. Into community. Into faith. Into kindness. Into the possibility that someone reading this might be the reason I’m able to try again.

Your donation, your share, your prayer—it all matters. It all helps. Not just financially, but emotionally. Because when you’ve been through what I’ve been through, knowing you’re not alone is everything.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Thank you for standing with me in love, in hope, and in the belief that this chapter is not the end—just a part of a longer story that will one day lead to the sweetest beginning.

With love and endless gratitude,
Katia