My name is Barbara. I am 55 years old, I live in Hungary, and I am a mother who still believes there may be another child waiting to become part of our family. It is difficult to explain why I am still fighting for this dream without telling you something about the children who came before it. In 2000, I lost my little boy, Nail, to leukemia. He was only 20 months old. There are some losses a mother never truly “gets over.” Life continues, you learn to function again, you work, you smile, you take care of the people who need you – but you carry that child with you for the rest of your life. I have carried Nail with me for more than 25 years. Then, in 2012, another of my sons, Rinát, was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, a form of bone cancer. After already losing one child to cancer, hearing that another one of my children had cancer was almost impossible to comprehend. These experiences changed me forever. They also taught me how precious life is, and how deeply I value the chance to love and care for a child. Years later, I met my current partner, and something I thought might have disappeared forever returned: the dream of having a child together. Because of my age, we knew that we would need reproductive assistance, and we began our IVF journey using donor embryos. What we could never have imagined was how long that journey would become. Since 2022, I have gone through 19 embryo transfers – five in Cyprus and fourteen with CNY Fertility in Syracuse, New York. Five times, implantation or pregnancy began. Five times, I allowed myself to believe that perhaps our baby was finally coming home. And five times, we experienced loss. Every attempt meant medications, injections, blood tests, ultrasounds, doctors, travel, accommodation, waiting, hope, fear – and then somehow finding the strength to begin again. Now we have two remaining donor embryos, and I am preparing for our next embryo transfer – my 20th IVF attempt. They are waiting for us in Syracuse. And I want to get there. For years, my partner and I have put almost everything we could spare into this journey. We gave up vacations, restaurants, shopping and many of the ordinary things people enjoy. Birthdays became smaller. Savings disappeared into medications, laboratory tests, ultrasounds, specialist consultations, surgeries, fertility treatments, flights and accommodation. We did it willingly because every attempt represented another possibility of bringing a child home. But after 19 attempts, the financial reality has caught up with us. I can manage much of the cost of my medications, examinations and preparation for this transfer. What I am struggling to cover now is the journey from Hungary to Syracuse – especially the airfare and travel expenses that will allow me to reach our embryos. Asking for help is difficult for me. For more than 30 years, I have worked as a life coach and trainer, helping other people through difficult periods of their lives. I have created hundreds of free educational videos and built communities where people can find information, understanding and support. I am much more accustomed to being the person who helps than the person who asks. But I have come to understand something during this journey: There is no shame in asking for help when you have gone as far as you can on your own. My little Nail taught me how short and precious a life can be. Rinát taught me what it means to keep going when fear feels bigger than you are. And these 19 IVF attempts have taught me that hope can survive an extraordinary amount of heartbreak. I am not asking anyone to sacrifice money they need for themselves or their family. If you are able to contribute comfortably, even a small amount will help us move closer to Syracuse. If you cannot donate, sharing our story would mean just as much to me. Your support would not simply be helping to buy an airplane ticket. It would help me reach our two embryos and give them their chance. I do not know how the next chapter of our story will end. But after everything my family and I have lived through, I still believe in life. I still believe in family. I still believe that after nineteen attempts, there can be a twentieth. And I still believe it is worth going there to find out. Thank you for helping me reach our next chance.