Campaign Story

My name is Natasha and For more than ten years, I have been fighting a silent battle that has left me feeling broken, forgotten, and empty. Infertility is not just about not having a child—it is about losing a dream, month after month, year after year, until the weight of disappointment feels unbearable.

I have watched the world around me move forward—friends announcing pregnancies, baby showers filled with laughter, first birthdays celebrated with balloons and cake. I smile through the pain, but behind closed doors I cry until I can’t breathe. There is a grief in infertility that no one prepares you for: the grief of mourning children who never come, of love you’re ready to give but have nowhere to place.

I have done everything I could to change my fate. I tried on my own for years, clinging to hope that never came. For the past three years, my partner and I have walked this devastating road together. We have done three IUIs, one government-funded IVF cycle, and I even underwent weight-loss surgery—sacrificing my body in the hope it would give me a chance at motherhood. Each procedure began with cautious optimism, and each ended with heartbreak that felt like pieces of my soul shattering.

The hardest part is knowing that IVF is still our only hope—but it feels so far out of reach because of the cost. It is a cruel reality that something so deeply human—the chance to have a child—comes with such a heavy price tag.

Still, despite the tears, the setbacks, and the years of loss, a spark of hope refuses to die in me. I believe with everything in me that I am meant to be a mother. This grant could be the bridge between despair and the miracle I’ve been waiting for. It is not just money—it is hope. Hope that my story will finally change. Hope that one day, after all of this pain, I will hear my baby’s cry and know that every sacrifice, every sleepless night of grief, every prayer whispered through tears… was worth it.