A Mama’s Fight For Her Life
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There are moments in our life when we need help. I’m in one of those moments. It started with those 4 words I spent my nights praying I’d never hear.
“The cancer is back.”
I’m Kat. I’m 33 and the mama of a silly, sweet 2 year old little girl, Addie. She can usually be found singing her own words to the Mary Had a Little Lamb tune, asking “can we go at the park?”, or looking up ever so sweetly with a “will you tell me a stowy?” (to which I start a silly story that she takes over, usually adding in a giant, a T-rex, or a dragon). Her imagination amazes me every day. And somehow, at only 2, she already has the sweetest, most caring little heart. She’s my world.
Then there’s her dad. I’m lucky enough to have found my person. To be married to the absolute love of my life. To have that closeness where we can have entire conversations across a room with just a few looks. This amazing man smiled by my side, holding my hand, taking care of the house and our baby girl while I battled cancer. On days I could barely get out of bed, he’d tell me how proud he was of me, calling me “KatStrong”. And here he is, standing by my side again as I gear up to be KatStrong for another battle. He’s my rock. My light. My best friend.
Leaving these two is just not going to happen without the fight of a lifetime. Cancer doesn’t know how hard I’ll fight to be here to watch my little girl go off to her first day of kindergarten. To dance with my husband in our living room to our first-dance-song on so many more wedding anniversaries. To have so many more Disney movie nights with all three of us belting out “Let it go, let it GOOOOOO” snuggled under a Dora sleeping bag. It doesn’t know the fight I have in me. It doesn’t know how beautiful the life I have to fight for is. It doesn’t know how KatStrong I am.
So, get ready, cancer. I’m going to fight like hell. With the original Stage 3 Triple Negative Breast Cancer having spread, it’s now Stage 4. Which calls for a massive fight. With radiosurgery, ongoing chemo, a clinical trial for a new immunotherapy drug, an alternative treatment that has had tremendous success, and a multitude of recommended supplements, I’m gearing up for the fight of a lifetime. But the bills for this fight are adding up quickly to the pile we’re still paying off from the last round. Which leaves some options including the alternative treatment an impossibility for me as of now.
So I’m left humbly asking for help. Help keeping my baby girl’s mama around. Help keeping the love of my life’s best friend around. Help fighting for my life. Any help you can give is so, so very appreciated. Thank you with all of my heart for your generosity, prayers, and healing thoughts. Thank you for rallying around me, my husband, and my little girl as I fight for our life together. Thank you for helping me be KatStrong.
“The cancer is back.”
I’m Kat. I’m 33 and the mama of a silly, sweet 2 year old little girl, Addie. She can usually be found singing her own words to the Mary Had a Little Lamb tune, asking “can we go at the park?”, or looking up ever so sweetly with a “will you tell me a stowy?” (to which I start a silly story that she takes over, usually adding in a giant, a T-rex, or a dragon). Her imagination amazes me every day. And somehow, at only 2, she already has the sweetest, most caring little heart. She’s my world.
Then there’s her dad. I’m lucky enough to have found my person. To be married to the absolute love of my life. To have that closeness where we can have entire conversations across a room with just a few looks. This amazing man smiled by my side, holding my hand, taking care of the house and our baby girl while I battled cancer. On days I could barely get out of bed, he’d tell me how proud he was of me, calling me “KatStrong”. And here he is, standing by my side again as I gear up to be KatStrong for another battle. He’s my rock. My light. My best friend.
Leaving these two is just not going to happen without the fight of a lifetime. Cancer doesn’t know how hard I’ll fight to be here to watch my little girl go off to her first day of kindergarten. To dance with my husband in our living room to our first-dance-song on so many more wedding anniversaries. To have so many more Disney movie nights with all three of us belting out “Let it go, let it GOOOOOO” snuggled under a Dora sleeping bag. It doesn’t know the fight I have in me. It doesn’t know how beautiful the life I have to fight for is. It doesn’t know how KatStrong I am.
So, get ready, cancer. I’m going to fight like hell. With the original Stage 3 Triple Negative Breast Cancer having spread, it’s now Stage 4. Which calls for a massive fight. With radiosurgery, ongoing chemo, a clinical trial for a new immunotherapy drug, an alternative treatment that has had tremendous success, and a multitude of recommended supplements, I’m gearing up for the fight of a lifetime. But the bills for this fight are adding up quickly to the pile we’re still paying off from the last round. Which leaves some options including the alternative treatment an impossibility for me as of now.
So I’m left humbly asking for help. Help keeping my baby girl’s mama around. Help keeping the love of my life’s best friend around. Help fighting for my life. Any help you can give is so, so very appreciated. Thank you with all of my heart for your generosity, prayers, and healing thoughts. Thank you for rallying around me, my husband, and my little girl as I fight for our life together. Thank you for helping me be KatStrong.
Organizzatore
Katherine Ryan
Organizzatore
Minneapolis, MN
