“I’m fighting to blow out candles at my baby’s 3rd birthday party.

Will you help me live to see it?”

My name is Princessa Aggrey. I’m a mother of five precious souls ages 17, 16, 13, 6, and my tiny miracle, FIIFI Jr, who turns 2 years old on the very day I face surgery. I’m also a healer: a sexual health therapist and homeopath who’s spent my life lifting others up.

Cancer has stolen my breath. It’s coiled around my throat like a serpent, crushing my airway. Tumors bloom near my heart. My bones scream from the inside out. I was diagnosed with Stage 3 Mantle Cell Lymphoma, a rare, aggressive cancer after months of agony that began with swollen glands and exploded into a nightmare. Five rounds of chemo & Bone marrow invaded.

I can no longer swallow without fire, I can’t hold my children without shaking from exhaustion.

Some major operations loom, one dangerously close to my heart, another to save my marrow. Time is bleeding away. Every hour, this cancer spreads.

My family is broken.

We’ve drained our savings. Raided our children’s college funds. My husband, Fifi, my rock, who runs a small IT business in Ghana, was recently bedridden himself after a crippling illness. We are two warriors fighting to stay alive for these five faces who still call us “Mama” and “Papa.” Fiifi Jr’s third birthday cake will sit beside my hospital bed. I may not taste it. I may not even hold him.

We must raise $50,000 by January 25^th, 2026.
This isn’t just for surgery. It’s for:
🔹 Life-saving tumor removal around my (heart)
🔹 Critical bone marrow treatment
🔹 Travel from Ghana to specialized care
🔹 Medicine to keep me alive through recovery

I am not asking for hope. I am asking for a fighting chance.

Every dollar you give buys me minutes with my children. Hours to tuck Fiifi Jr. and Days to see my daughters become women. Years to heal the family cancer tried to shatter.

• Please, don’t scroll past my children’s future.
  – Your $10, $50, or $100 isn’t a donation, it’s a lifeline.
  – Share this. Pray for us. Be the reason my baby has a mother on his birthday.

With trembling hands and a heart full of hope,

Princessa Aggrey
(Wife. Mama. Healer. Fighter.)

Even if you can’t give, please share widely. Every click is oxygen for my family’s hope.