My name is Loreta and I am 56 years old. 4 Years ago, I got to open my own personal Dream Spa offering a wide range of Beauty and Health Treatments.

I had to put my Dream on Hold literally after personally renovating my Spa when I was Diagnosed with Stage 3 Ovarian Cancer.

In 2020 I had Chemotherapy then Surgery then my final two Chemo therapies.

I spent several months on a maintenance Drug and dues to the start of regrowth I started a second round of Chemotherapy in June 2021

4 days ago I had to close my Dream Spa to focus on my fight for survival.

I am determined to beat this cruel disease and hope you can take the time to read my story.

My STORY and why we need your help 🙏🙏🙏

My name is Loreta and I have lived and worked hard in the UK for 17 years, at times having 4 jobs at once!

In 2017 I finally made my Dream come true and my Partner, Mike and I opened my own personal Spa! In Nov and December 2019, I was putting my final finishing touches to my Spa called Loreta’s Tropic Oasis including moving a patrician wall, which yes, I did with one other person.

I had been feeling tired for a while and put it down to the work and stress but decided to see my doctor.

This started a series of Tests and Consultations over Christmas and New Year.

On New Years eve following a Consultation it was clear something was very wrong.

Following Diagnosis, I learned on 24th January 2020 my world crumbled when I sat with a Consultant with Mike and my son to learn I had Stage 3 Ovarian Cancer.

My Count was 24,000 when a non-Cancer patients will be 35.

Although frightening I decided from that moment that I’m going to beat this!

I was told I would lose my hair and as it was very long almost to my waist and thick I decided that rather than let it fall out I will get it cut off and donate to a Children’s Cancer wig charity.

Mike shaved his head every other day to support me.

I had 4 chemotherapies and then Major Surgery in June and then my final 2 Chemotherapies.

The surgery had removed all bar a few small pieces of Cancer which were to far under my Diaphragm.

The Surgeon’s hope was that the Final two Chemo’s would zap the remainder as he put it.

I got down to a count of 37 from 24,000 – just 2 away from the target and was then put on what is called a maintenance drug.

As the number started climbing again to over 100 it was decided that another round of Chemotherapy would be needed that with the drug, they add to the Chemotherapy would not mean hair loss this time.

In June I had my first and then 12th July my second dose.

Almost at the point of my third I had what I thought was a minor infection and my GP prescribed a course of Antibiotics.

The day after they finished my temperatures were getting worse, so Mike checked and was advised to take me to A&E (a Monday). They couldn’t really find the cause and by the Tuesday called and asked us to go back immediately which we did.

The Wednesday I was fighting for my life with Confirmed Sepsis that was being caused by a 10cm x 3cm x 4cm internal abscess.

After 9 days I had won that battle and was home with twice daily visits from Community Nurses to carry on giving me IV antibiotics. The Community nurses are nothing less than Angels I can tell you!

We then saw my consultant on 8th Sept who examined me as I was in discomfort and felt it was my stomach a little squashed by scar tissue from the Surgery.

By the Sunday I was in agony and Mike called an Ambulance. It transpired I had a stomach blockage, non-cancer related that they did not wish to intervene on and despite their best efforts were struggling to clear with fluids and Antibiotics.

I decided 5 days in that I would try it my own way and a friend of mine started making me what I named Magic Soups as the next two days I was all clear and for the first time in 5 weeks feeling great!

I had a consultant appointment booked for the 22nd to review restarting Chemo and was comfortable at worst there may be a small precautionary delay.

It was a beautiful Sunny day and I remember thinking I had not felt so good in the last 22 months.

At 3.30pm that day the Sun Turned into Darkness, the world fell from under our feet when the consultant advised that due to a short break in Chemo and Scan data from 13th September that it was suspected by her that the cancer had mutated, and the chemotherapy mix was not effective.

She finished by saying and I suspect this will reduce your life to within 6 months.

We were in total shock, and I then spent the next 3 days having to phone family and friends as I felt up to it to give this awful news. The pain of seeing the upset in them was worse than any especially telling my only Son and his family.

Once the Dark Fog started to lift certain things just didn’t make sense.

The scan reported on was at the Peak of the Stomach blockage and the swollen areas had been discussed at the time with the Gastro Consultant and he advised they would subside after the cautionary antibiotics course I was taking had kicked in.

This scan formed the final Prognosis.

The consultant had said after a short break in Chemotherapy. Upon reflection it was some 10 weeks break which if every 4 weeks without incident would equate to 2.5 more Chemo sessions.

Following delivering the news she advised that she wasn’t confident her next course of treatment would be effective but that it will be weekly short bursts of Chemo and another drug as ever.

3 weeks then 1 week off and review after 3 months.

This could be given for 3 months then to 6, then to 9 months if effective. The question in my mind is if not confident why use?

There are a few other inconsistent parts of the Jigsaw we need to understand as on 8th I have a letter saying I’m stable and restart Chemo cautiously. On 22nd one saying I may only have six months left to live.

I am not in denial at all, but I know my own body and I am not ready to give up at all.

I have started a very strict diet based on leading advice as well as some Therapeutic treatments.

Having spoken to too many professionals, a GP and friends and family the words 2nd Opinion just kept being said and in the haze of it all that started to make sense.

The Global Leading Royal Marsden Centre is thankfully in London and the only way to get this is Privately which is currently way out of our budget with only my Partner working for last 22 months due to my health.

The recommended Consultant is the UK’s Leading Ovarian Cancer specialist and in the top 6 Globally.

Thankfully Private care does not have variable costs based on the consultant’s status in their specialist field.

As this is now time critical, I am doing something I personally have never asked for in my life and that is for help. I really would not be doing this had it not been so important to me and my family but as I said earlier, I am not ready to give up this fight and leave the ones I love behind so any help you can possibly give so that we can fund the second opinion and alternative medicines that may be recommended will be a miracle.

At worst we get to fully understand which I have found to be extremely important to all.

Thank you for your kindness, Love and Support.

Loreta