Alan Wynne has lymphoma and has not been able to work for several months. We are waiting for the official diagnosis expected next week.

He’s lost all his fat and muscles, is taking many medications, and needed several procedures including two biopsies, CT scans, PET scans, blood transfusions, fluids, and other IVs.

Alan has been rapidly declining for several months and is bedridden. This means that our household income is down to just what I make each month. I am also missing work to take him to appointments and paying for hotel rooms when getting procedures out of town.

I had some savings, but that’s pretty much gone.

I am having to do everything on my own: taking care of our son Cooper and dog Rocky, all the shopping, cooking, cleaning, picking up prescriptions, making sure Alan is fed, hydrated, and medicated. It’s a lot, and I feel like I’m drowning.

Anything helps, and will go towards medical bills, utilities, groceries, and gas.

I’m sorry this isn’t more eloquent so it can tug at your heartstrings more effectively, but I’m exhausted.