My name is Kelley Feagley and I’ve been an associate for Walmart for the last 31 years. I have devoted my life to my career and my daughter. This past year has been a rough one to say the least. In March of 2024 I became ill of what I thought was maybe just a simple stomach bug. Little did I know it was much more than that. I was diagnosed with stage 4 cervical cancer and started my journey on the road to recovery. From the radiation treatments, the chemotherapy appointments, it takes quite an overwhelming experience on your body. I was doing great and was able to return to work for the next few months and everyone kept telling me how great I was doing. I really felt positive on the journey I was on to recover and I wanted so badly to ring that bell and tell myself and everyone around me that I had beat cancer. September 9th approached and my body was telling me something wasn’t right, knowing me and as well as I know myself I knew I needed to go back to my doctor. The next day I was driven down to the hospital where I was admitted for the next two and a half weeks. After so many tests and scans it was finally determined that my cancer had spread to my stomach. After following a major surgery to my stomach, I felt defeated but I never lost hope of continuing down my path on the road to recovery. I always told myself that any step back was just another bump in the road; but as my daughter has always told me, this is life and we have to deal with every obstacle as it comes. Here I was Thursday afternoon talking to my girlfriend on the phone filled with excitement to finally be discharged from the hospital and return home to continue to recover. That evening I was blindsided by the phone ringing when I seen it was my girlfriend calling. To hear the frantic and fear in her voice shattered my heart. Our house was flooding and she was trapped inside. To feel so helpless is an understatement at this point. All I could think about was her safety and wishing I could be there for her. September 27th I received a phone call that our house was gone; that my car was submerged and it was a total loss. At 55 years old, I never knew at this age I would be starting over from the ground up. In all the years I have lived in my home, we have never seen a storm like Hurricane Helene. I am asking for the help from my friends and family to donate in any way you can. I know we will move past this set back, but life is too short to drown yourself in sorrow. I can ask myself time and time again about all the what ifs, but it’s my goal to rebuild all what was lost and start over again. I have so many loved ones behind me and with the help of all of you, I can accomplish anything. I haven’t let cancer beat me and I won’t allow the storm to beat me either.