My name is Jera. I never thought I would come to a point where I had to write something like this. Asking for help is not something I’ve ever been comfortable with, but life has left me with no other option. This is not just a fundraiser. This is my real, raw story—a cry for help, a prayer for kindness, and a plea for a second chance at life.

I am a mother to one incredible son. He is my light, my inspiration, and the only reason I keep waking up every morning with the will to fight. He’s still studying, and he has such big dreams—dreams I want so badly to protect, to support, to make possible. But behind my quiet smiles and strong motherly face is a woman who is hurting… deeply.

A while ago, I was diagnosed with breast cysts. At first, I tried to stay strong and keep going like everything was okay. I told myself, “You’re a mother. You can’t afford to break.” But over time, the pain became harder to ignore. Some days I wake up and I can barely move. Other days, I feel like my body is betraying me. The pain is constant. The fear is even worse. Every small lump, every sharp ache, makes me wonder… What if it’s something worse? What if it grows? What if I’m too late?

But the scariest part? I can’t afford to get the proper tests or treatment.

Because of my health, I’ve had to stop working. I used to do whatever I could to make ends meet—odd jobs, small gigs, anything. But the pain, fatigue, and stress have taken that away from me. Now, I have no job, no savings, and no income. I am completely dependent, and it breaks my heart to say that.

Right now, I’m staying with my elderly parents. We are all just trying to survive. My parents are doing their best, but they are also old and tired. I feel like I’m becoming a burden, and it’s a pain I can’t describe. A mother who can’t provide for her child, a daughter who can’t ease her parents’ worries… I feel stuck in a place where all I want is to be strong again, but I have no way forward.

What hurts the most is the guilt. Watching my son grow up knowing his mother is suffering, yet still trying to smile for him. He never complains. He never asks for anything. And still, I can’t even buy him the little things he deserves. There are nights I cry silently so he won’t hear. There are days I skip meals so he has enough. And yet, I’d do it all over again if it means he’ll have a chance at a better life.

But I know I can’t keep going like this.
I need help.
I need healing.
I need hope.

I’m reaching out to you now—whoever you are, wherever you are—because I believe in the goodness of people. I believe there are kind hearts in this world who are willing to help someone like me rise again.

Your donation will help with:

• Getting the medical checkups, scans, and treatment I need to manage or remove the cysts in my breast before it becomes worse
• Covering basic needs like food, transportation, and personal necessities
• Supporting my son’s education so he can continue studying without fear of interruption
• Starting a small livelihood or business to become financially independent again—whether it’s cooking, selling online, or any decent work I can do from home

I am not asking for riches. I just want to survive. I want to be healthy again. I want to work, earn, and be the mother my son deserves.

If you feel it in your heart to help me, here is my PayPal: https://paypal.me/jerarosesumiwan?country.x=PH&locale.x=en_US
Even the smallest amount is a blessing. Even just a share of this story could change my life.

I am not giving up. I still believe in miracles. I still believe that kind souls exist. And maybe—just maybe—you are one of them. If you’ve read this far, thank you. Thank you for hearing my voice when the world feels silent. Thank you for giving me hope when everything feels heavy. And thank you for considering giving me a chance at life again.

Someday, I will look back on this moment, not with shame, but with gratitude—because it was the kindness of strangers that helped me rise from the hardest chapter of my life.

With love, faith, and tears of hope,
Jera