For years, Matthew Goodman’s war medals sat quietly in a drawer.
They were never displayed. Never polished. Never used to draw attention. To Matthew, a former Royal Marine, those medals were deeply personal—symbols of service, sacrifice, and survival. They represented years spent far from home, moments of fear and discipline, and choices made under extreme pressure. They carried memories that words could never fully capture.
And so, he kept them tucked away in silence.
Until one story changed everything.
When Matthew came across an online campaign for four-year-old Lottie Woods-John, something inside him shifted. Lottie was not connected to him by blood, friendship, or geography. He had never met her. Yet her story reached him in a way nothing else ever had.
Suddenly, those medals no longer felt like relics of the past.
They felt like a lifeline.
Lottie is just four years old. At an age when most children are learning to ride bikes, draw pictures, and chase bubbles in the garden, she is fighting neuroblastoma—a rare and aggressive childhood cancer that affects fewer than 100 children in the UK each year, most of them under the age of five.
Matthew read about her battle and felt his chest tighten.
“When I came across Lottie’s campaign, I was heartbroken,” he said. “Reading about a child going through that kind of suffering—it stays with you.”
A married father-of-one from Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, Matthew understands the instinct to protect a child at all costs. His daughter, Freya, is still young. The thought of watching her endure pain, invasive treatments, and the uncertainty of cancer was unbearable.
And in that moment, Matthew knew he couldn’t simply scroll past.
“I couldn’t do nothing,” he said quietly.
Matthew had served five years in the Royal Marines, completing tours in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Northern Ireland. His medals were earned through real danger—through endurance, courage, and commitment under circumstances few civilians ever experience.
Yet when he looked at them now, he saw something different.
“My medals were just sitting in a drawer doing nothing,” he explained. “If they could be used for something worthwhile—something that could help keep a little girl alive—then that mattered more.”
Without hesitation, Matthew listed all three of his service medals on eBay. There was no second-guessing, no emotional struggle over parting with them.
“They were awarded for the sacrifices I made,” he said. “But I’m happy to forgo that honour if it helps a child in desperate need.”
Lottie’s journey began in June 2016, when her parents, Charlotte Woods and David John, noticed subtle signs that something wasn’t right. Lottie was vomiting frequently, and at first, they believed it was nothing more than a stomach bug—something every parent encounters.
But when her tummy began to swell, fear crept in.
They rushed her to A&E at St Peter’s Hospital in Chertsey, Surrey, where doctors delivered news that shattered their world. Inside Lottie’s abdomen was a melon-sized tumour.
Further tests confirmed the worst: stage 4 neuroblastoma.
The cancer had already spread to her bones and bone marrow.
For Charlotte and David, life changed in an instant.
Lottie began chemotherapy immediately. Despite her tiny body, she endured round after round of harsh treatment with astonishing bravery. Hospital corridors became familiar. Needles, scans, and long nights replaced playdates and bedtime stories.
Last year, Lottie underwent a gruelling 13-hour operation, during which surgeons managed to remove 95 percent of the 12-centimetre tumour. It was a major victory—but not a cure.
Now, Lottie is receiving immunotherapy in the hope of destroying the remaining cancer cells. Yet doctors have delivered another devastating reality: she has only a 20 percent chance of surviving the next five years, and an 85 percent chance of relapse.
There is hope—but it lies far from home.
A groundbreaking vaccine treatment in the United States could significantly reduce the risk of the cancer returning. The treatment is cutting-edge, but the cost is overwhelming: £200,000.
And time is running out.
“We’re living day to day,” Charlotte said. “One minute Lottie is happily playing in the garden, and the next she’s spiking a temperature and being rushed to hospital in an ambulance. We don’t know what the future holds.”
Charlotte is now Lottie’s full-time carer, dedicating every moment to her daughter’s survival. The family needs to secure the vaccine treatment urgently—before the window of opportunity closes.
When Matthew reached out to say he was selling his medals to help, Charlotte was left stunned.
“I was speechless,” she said. “He risked his life for those medals. He doesn’t even know Lottie, and yet he’s willing to give them up to help keep her alive. It’s mind-blowing.”
Matthew, however, rejects the idea that he’s done anything extraordinary.
“Raising that amount of money is a monumental task,” he said. “But if people stand up and support families like Lottie’s, it makes all the difference.”
When the medals are gone, Matthew says he won’t feel loss—only purpose. In their place, he plans to wear a childhood cancer awareness ribbon.
“I want to set an example for my daughter,” he said. “To show her compassion. To show her that making sacrifices for others matters.”
Then he paused.
“For me,” he added softly, “nothing is worth a child’s life.”
And in that simple truth, Matthew Goodman’s decision becomes more than a gesture. It becomes a reminder that heroism doesn’t always happen on the battlefield.
Sometimes, it happens quietly—
in a drawer,
in a choice,
in the willingness to give up honour
so a child might have a future.
