Rose was in the back seat. She saw everything.

She saw her mother take her last breath while I was at home wrapping presents, thinking about how lucky I was to have a perfect family.

The driver? A local CEO with three DUIs on his record. His expensive lawyers got him 8 months.

He served 6 months and walked free last December while I was still explaining to Rose why mommy isn't coming home.

I spent $60,000 on lawyers trying to get justice that never came.

That money could've saved my daughter's life today.

Because now, Rose is dying too.

Last month, I noticed blood in her urine. I thought it was just an infection, something antibiotics could fix.

But when the doctors ran tests, they found something that made my world collapse again.

Rose has Wilms Tumor - a rare kidney cancer that's attacking both of her kidneys.

By the time we found it, it was already stage 3.

My little girl, who already lost her mother in the most horrific way possible, now spends her days crying because her "pee-pee hurts and it's red like mommy's car was."

She asked me last week:

"Daddy, am I dying like mommy?"

I wanted to lie. I wanted to tell her everything would be okay.

But I couldn't get the words out. I just held her and cried.

You want to know what breaks me every single night?

I take Rose to the same hospital where they pronounced Louise dead.

The doctors who told me my wife was gone are now the ones fighting to save my daughter.

And every time I walk through those doors, I relive that night.

Rose needs a bilateral partial nephrectomy - surgery to remove the tumors while trying to save as much kidney function as possible.

Then she needs 18 months of aggressive chemotherapy with three specific drugs: Vincristine, Actinomycin-D, and Cyclophosphamide.

Without this treatment, she'll need dialysis for the rest of her life. She's 5 years old.

Or she'll need a double kidney transplant. Or she'll die.

The doctors said if we start the specialized treatment now - robotic precision surgery combined with targeted chemotherapy - she has an 85% chance of keeping her kidneys and living a normal life.

With the basic treatment our insurance covers? 40% chance. Maybe.

The cost for the treatment that could actually save her?

$485,000.

That's more money than I'll make in ten years, even working 70-hour weeks.

After Louise died, the funeral costs, the legal battles, the therapy for Emma who watched her little sister almost lose her mind with grief…

I have nothing left.

Our insurance covers the bare minimum. They said the robotic surgery is "experimental" and the targeted chemo protocol is "not standard of care."

Translation: they won't pay for the treatment that could actually save her life.

The man who killed my wife got better legal representation than my dying daughter gets medical care.

He's free right now. Probably having dinner with his family.

While Rose wakes up screaming every night because her kidneys are failing and every time she goes to the bathroom, she's terrified she'll see blood again.

The tumors are growing fast. The doctors said every week without proper treatment means more kidney tissue lost.

Every week is the difference between life and dialysis. Between childhood and a lifetime of machines.

We have maybe 6 weeks before this becomes irreversible.

I've done everything.

I sold Louise's engagement ring - the ring I saved for six months to buy when I was 25.

I sold our car. Emma and Rose now take the school bus, and I Uber to work.

I sold every piece of furniture we didn't absolutely need. We sleep on mattresses on the floor now.

I even sold Louise's wedding dress. The dress she was supposed to pass down to our daughters.

I raised $127,384 so far. It's not enough.

I work every hour of overtime I can get. But there aren't enough hours in the day to earn what Rose needs in the time she has left.