My Story

A great opportunity to help those who didn't have the luck my father had

On 1 May 2026, it will be a year since we lost my father to an aggressive form of leukaemia.

He was lucky to become ill in a country (Switerzland) who has an amazing health system and he had his family around him to support him. This is not unfortunately the case for most patients who suffer from cancer.

My father was a figher, quitting was not part of his vocabulary.

This is the first marathon I ever run and I am doing it in his honor. This is my way to show him that no one is giving up on him and we will continue to fight together.

This time, we are not just fighting for him but rather for all of those who don't have his luck but who, like him, will play the match until the very last minute of extra time with courage, determination and dignity.

SENZA PAURA, PAPA 💪🏼 On t'aime.

Maheta