“Alivia’s Fight: One Kidney, Endless Courage”.

Every child’s smile is a universe of light. And when that light is threatened, a family will do anything — absolutely anything — to protect it.

Our little girl, Alivia, is one of those children who should be spending her days running through fields, painting with bright colors, or falling asleep with her favorite toy clutched in her arms. Instead, her life has been marked by hospital rooms, medical procedures, and battles most adults could not endure.

For ten weeks, Alivia underwent ten blocks of chemotherapy. Each session was a new mountain to climb, and every week brought with it new fears, new side effects, and new challenges. She endured them all in her own unique way. But the third and sixth treatments were the hardest. Those were the days when her body seemed at its weakest, when fever burned through her small frame, when her hemoglobin dropped to frighteningly low levels, when her neutrophils and platelets — so vital for her body’s defenses — sank dangerously.

It was agonizing to watch. Each beep of the monitor, each whispered conversation between doctors and nurses, carried with it the weight of uncertainty. And yet, despite the exhaustion, despite the pain, Alivia fought through those weeks with a resilience that can only be described as miraculous.

Then came September 25th — a day etched forever in our memories. That morning, Alivia was prepared for surgery, a procedure that would last three long hours. Surgeons worked delicately, methodically, using a laparoscopic method to remove her right kidney. They also excised several affected lymph nodes, cleaned the abdominal cavity around the kidney, and carefully collected other lymph nodes for histopathological examination.

For three hours, time itself felt suspended. Every minute seemed like an eternity. We sat in the waiting area, hands clenched, eyes fixed on the door, praying for strength, praying for good news. When the doctors finally came, the words we had longed to hear brought both relief and sorrow: the kidney had been removed successfully.

Alivia survived. She was stable.

But she was also forever changed.

Recovery was difficult. Her appetite was poor, her body fragile, her spirit weary. Yet she tried — with every small bite of food, with every tiny smile — to show us that she was still fighting. And we clung to those moments, however fleeting, as proof that our little warrior was still with us.

But our journey did not end with the surgery. A new phase of treatment began: radiotherapy. And with it came new costs, new fears, and new battles. We received the financial estimate, and our hearts sank. To continue saving Alivia’s life, we were forced to increase our fundraising goal by more than 80,000. That was the price of giving her a chance. That was the cost of her rescue.

As if the physical toll were not enough, the emotional scars weigh heavily on her young soul. After enduring such invasive treatments, Alivia has developed deep fears. She trembles when someone approaches her bed. She cries when doctors walk into the room. Even the gentlest touch can fill her with dread, because in her short life, touch has so often been accompanied by pain.

Watching her like this breaks our hearts in ways words cannot capture. There are moments when I, her grandmother, wish with all my being that I could trade places with her. I would endure every needle, every surgery, every moment of pain, if it meant sparing her even a fraction of what she has already suffered. But life does not give us that choice. All we can do is stand beside her, hold her hand, and whisper promises that she will never walk this path alone.

It is hard to imagine how such a small child can bear so much. The strength it takes to undergo weeks of chemotherapy, to endure the removal of an organ, to face radiotherapy while still healing — it is strength beyond anything we could have believed possible. And yet, she carries it with her. Even when fear clouds her eyes, even when tears streak her cheeks, there is an unshakable bravery in her spirit.

We believe in her. We believe that she can overcome this.

But we cannot do it alone.

We need help. We need prayers, encouragement, financial support, and the kindness of people who believe in the power of compassion. Every donation, every share of her story, every word of encouragement is a step toward giving Alivia the future she deserves. A future filled not with pain and hospitals, but with laughter, play, and love.

There will be more difficult days ahead. The road to recovery is long, uncertain, and steep. But we have faith that, with support, we can reach the end of it. That one day, we will look back on these months not only as a time of suffering, but as a testimony to resilience, hope, and community.

Alivia is more than her illness. She is a child who loves, who dreams, who deserves a tomorrow. And with your help, we can give it to her.

Please, continue to stand with us. Help us lift her through the darkest moments. Help us carry the weight of this battle.

We cannot promise that it will be easy. We cannot promise that there will not be setbacks. But we can promise this: every prayer, every contribution, every kind thought makes a difference. Together, we can ensure that Alivia’s light does not fade.

Because no child should suffer alone.
Because every child deserves a chance at life.
Because Alivia’s fight is not just hers — it is ours.

Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for standing with us.

With gratitude and hope,
Alivia’s Grandmother