Diagnosis of PSTT STAGE 4/ HIGH RISK

On February 12, 2016, we received the confirmation and dreadful news that I had contracted Placental Site Trophoblastic Tumour, an extremely rare type of cancer, having a 1% chance of ever getting, compared the other few types of GTD. The extreme rareness of this type of cancer is hard enough. Then we learn at the same time, it is extremely aggressive. Within a couple days of that appointment, surgery was completed and I began my route to recovery from surgery. After only 2 weeks recovery, results from the massive surgery consisting of a full hysterectomy, removal of an additional mass near my Kidney, and removal of many many lymph nodes, confirmed the cancer had, in fact, spread outside my uterus and metastasized. This information meant delaying treatment wasn't an option. I needed to start treatment as quickly as possible. We were told The treatment was going to be very strong for this battle and be every week. One week inpatient and the next would be outpatient, and this schedule would continue for 12 weeks to start. An additional CT scan then shed light on a few new swollen lymph nodes , showing just how quick this disease is. With that, I was told I was considered stage 4/ high risk. Avoiding further delay in treatment, the medical team squeezed me into their schedule to insert an intravenous power port and began treatment right away. I had to have a port because some of the treatment I am receiving has to go through a main artery due to the strength of the medicine and because I would be receiving such a tremendous amount. I am continuously told and reassured by the medical team that I am receiving an extremely strong/ aggressive amount. That normally people don't go through the severity or extensive amount of what I am receiving, and many other things along those lines. All the while, the team still reassuring it will get better and they are there for me, I can do it, and the extreme sickness is easily explained as I'm just really going through and receiving So much that most wouldn't he, etc.

I have completed my first inpatient run, and yesterday completed my first outpatient run. It's absolutely awful. Just awful...

Aside from the medical, emotional, and physical tole on me; my family is also being drug through quite a bit of dirt.

My husband, Cody Bruce, while caring for me, has had to take full rein of the house, our 3 kids, 2 puppies, and anything else. The boys have been pulled in countless directions, schedules completely flipped, late nights, etc. Sofia, who had mommy for everything pretty much everyday since birth, has had to be yanked from that normal and thrown into very minimal interaction With mommy.

This year we wanted to move to provide a better setting for our family, as well. Unfortunately, now we have many more reasons to fill that want, which is now truthfully a Need.

As we have been told countless times about how fast and aggressive we need to work for the chance of beating this, we need help in doing so with moving and getting the other aspects all in place.

The further we get into dealing with this PSTT, the more things appear to be crumbling just underneath our feet. We have no income. What very little funds we do have are scarce yet bills aren't. Regardless, we are still needing and trying to move to somewhere closer for treatment and help. We are mostly running on fumes, support, and countless prayers. So there is no going back or time to waist.

Anyone who knows us, KNOWS, we have and will always do whatever we possibly can to help whoever we can. It has never mattered if we were the farthest away, what little we may have had, or if we even knew you per say...because in life, struggles happen and sometimes a hand up, even from a stranger, is all you might need.
With all that said, our family will rarely ask for help. That same help we might have shared...we have always felt that even in our struggles, we were still blessed and there was still possibly someone else who could use the help more than us during those times.

Now, in this moment, I am asking for your help. I am literally asking that anyone and everyone, whether you know us or not, please at least share this page! It breaks my heart for my family to be in this position, and yes, we warriors are still moving.

I NEED this to go as far as possible for them, for us! My heart is forever greatful and words couldn't even begin to express the appreciation and gratitude to anyone and everyone that could at least help by simply clicking share.
Please please share this! That is all I am asking.