Breezie’s ongoing medical expenses

Since the pandemics beginning in 2019 I, like the rest of the world, have been working tirelessly to get back into the normal rhythms of life, regain lost sanity, and maintain creative passions reignited during quarantine. I know I am not alone in feeling like I just can’t catch a break, or like my once clear targets and goals are muddled or being questioned. In 2019 my mom was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer, undergoing radiation, chemotherapy, and a double mastectomy. I took on the role of being her primary caregiver while juggling Undergraduate studies and my own chronic illnesses which required weekly infusions in the hospital, 10+ of my own surgeries/procedures, and a lot of back and forth travel amidst lock down to receive specialized care at The Mayo Clinic in AZ, and UW’s specialty clinic(s) in Seattle, WA. Even so, I managed to graduate with honors while admitted in a critical care unit. My mother beat the odds and lives everyday with a full heart and determination to fulfill her purpose on this earth as a cancer survivor.

As the pandemic came to a “close” & the world opened up I was further determined to continue w/ my Masters in Counseling Psychology at The Seattle School of Theology & Psychology. I simultaneously took on a full time job at The Hutton Settlement Children’s Home, still trying to navigate my ongoing illnesses. My diseases became increasingly severe but addressing them was in itself a full time job: I feared the world would leave me behind. Things progressively got worse, and I received several life altering diagnosis, surgeries, and what looks like mountains of medications/infusions. I rode off new or worsening symptoms on my existing Autoimmune Diseases, or as side effects from medications. I began losing my vision, having seizures...and could no longer navigate my daily life safely. Imaging revealed brain swelling, and further imaging revealed a significant mass in my brain. I do not share this information lightly, as this information is personal and intimate. I admit that asking for help feels incredibly foreign. I see that I can no longer try and do this alone. I have taken medical leave from work but continue as a full time Graduate student to achieve my goals & keep my mind from ruminating on the realities of brain surgery & further treatment.

I’m Breezie. I’m endlessly grateful for your support, sympathies, & the time you have taken to read this glimpse at my story. I am a sea monkey enthusiast and find deep joy when I look up to see the sun dancing through tree leaves.

Peace & Blessings,

Breezie Ray