Yes, I'm writing this. But yes, I died. Twice, in fact. Here's how I'm typing this story... I'm a type 2 diabetic, diagnosed about four years ago. I've worked hard to manage my sugar levels, but over time, I developed a bit of neuropathy—numbness in the tips of my toes. That numbness is what brings us to this story. I now have only one leg left.

One morning, while wearing my big poofy lymphedema slippers, I stood on my pinky toe and heard a sound I could neither see nor feel. It was like stepping on an oyster cracker, but it was actually my folded-over pinky toe, crushed and causing a hidden, painless infection. The infection grew so severe that doctors initially hoped to save my foot and leg by removing two toes, but that didn't work. I was rushed to another hospital better equipped to handle extreme infection. That night, I was put on a life flight helicopter. It was supposed to be a short flight, but I flatlined within moments of entering the helicopter. I remember the darkness, the blinking colored lights in the chopper, and the peace I felt. There was no tunnel or clouds—just my own experience of death. I was at peace, fully aware that I was gone. Then, somehow, I was brought back. I have no memory of dying a second time, but here I am, telling you my story. The doctors called me a 'walking miracle,' even though I can't walk due to the amputation. I like to keep my sense of humor—if anyone asks what makes me special, I say, 'I beat death twice. What did you do today?'

Now, my husband and I are facing new challenges as we adjust to life after my amputation. Any funds raised will go toward home medical modifications and equipment we need to make our home accessible and safe. Your support will help us regain independence and adapt to this new chapter. Even if your life ends, it's not over. Thank you for reading and for any help you can give.