Help & Support Amy's fight with Ovarian Cancer

It's been a wild fever dream or nightmare since November 14, 2023. The day I was Dx with Stage 3C Ovarian Cancer my entire life had halted and everything become impossibly difficult to navigate.

Here I am, now 2025 with inoperable and incurable Cancer. They ( numerous doctors) preformed 4 different abdominal surgeries, put me through Chemotherapy, then said I didn't need it because my cancer doesn't respond to it. After I had lost my hair, eyelashes, eyebrows, any immune system I had, along with all my hope and dignity.

I've became beholden to the state and what programs are available for someone who cannot work due to terminal illness. My children have suffered through seeing me waste away, see my sparkle go away. We lost our home that me and my 2 boys lived in. I couldn't afford to pay the mortgage to my Mother, so she sold my house. We found an apartment with 3 rooms for us, and we use every program to help with utilities, food, and medical expenses. Yet it still isn't enough! I am now 39 years young, with a college degree, 2 trade certifications and no ability to work, but my life is valued at $1,335 a month on SSI disability. I have fought for my life to be left with nothing. My family has slowly grown tired of the burden I cause due to my cancer. I often thought of, if I just died, it would all be over. No more struggling, no more worrying, no more constant state of panic I feel knowing I don't have enough money to live until I do die from this relentless disease. My younger sister thought it best for my to be admitted to a psych ward because I tried to go to sleep and not wake up to this nightmare of mine. She told me I needed help and she was right! But there was no help for me at this facility. Every dr. I spoke with, every group therapy I shared in said the same thing. ," I'm sorry you've been abandoned by the people you love and trusted." Nobody realizes how expensive it is to exist until you die from your disease, especially with kids.

I have completely surrendered myself . I tried to leave this world on my own terms so I would no longer cause pain and suffering to those I love around me. Only to be shoved away to a hospital that knew immediately that any terminal patient has a closer relationship to death than life. We have to. Because we know how we feel everyday, we know what our doctors are telling us, and we know when we have no more fight left in us.

And I do not. I do not have the strength or the energy to force the people around me to care for me, be there for me, or love me until I pass. So I crunched the numbers, and if I reach my goal I will be able to live for 1 year without anyone's support. They can live their lives without the burden of me and my cancer. I do have my boys to take of as well until my day comes. This money will be used for housing, feeding, clothing and transporting them as they do rely on their mother (Me) to provide for them.

I haven't got the words, nor the right ones to justify how incredibly awful this life has been to my family. I showed strength for as long as I could, and I was optimistic until it all came crashing down.

Please consider donating. I understand from an outside perspective I sound quite ungrateful to be living, but I assure you it is the MOST difficult to live with no means to do so knowing how it will all end.

I appreciate your time and consideration. I just shared with you my very hurt and most broken pieces of my soul. Please be kind with your thoughts and comments. This is exactly how cancer takes everything from you.

Amy