My name is Ashley, and I’m a single mom to three wonderful kids: Gage, who turns 13 in August; Havick, who will be 10 in October; and Stevie Mae, my baby girl, who turns 5 in July. We live a quiet life in London, Arkansas, and I work hard to provide for my family, spending long hours at West Fraser as a firewatch. If you know me, you know how much I love my kids and how dedicated I am to giving them the best life I can.

About six months ago, I started experiencing unusually long and painful monthly cycles, which began affecting my ability to work. After seeing my doctor and undergoing several exams, I learned I have a very thick endometrium lining with scar tissue growing into my c-section scar and lower organs. My gynecologist referred me to a specialist, and after a painful procedure, we decided that a hysterectomy is necessary to prevent future complications. My medical history—including pulmonary embolisms, stroke, and congestive heart failure—makes this surgery more dangerous, and the pain has become unbearable but I still try and function normally. My kids need me to be healthy, and it’s hard to stay positive when I’m scared of surgery and worried about providing for them.

My recovery will take at least six weeks, it will take place in Conway on June 16th and during that time, my work’s short-term disability will only cover 60% of my paycheck, which isn’t enough to pay rent or cover basic bills. That’s why I’m asking for help. The funds raised will go directly toward rent, car payments, bills, and groceries, so my kids and I can stay safe and stable while I recover. I know it’s embarrassing to ask, but if you know me, you know I wouldn’t do this unless I truly needed to. I’m so grateful for any support—whether it’s a donation or a prayer. If you’re nearby, I’d love to return the favor by baking for you, as it’s been my way to destress these last few years. The past five years, since my COVID ordeal and being in a coma, have been peaceful, and I’m thankful for my healthy, beautiful children. Surgery is scary, and it’s hard to accept that my body is failing me, but I believe things happen for a reason and I’m leaving it up to God. If you’re able to donate, thank you so much. If not, please keep my kids and me in your prayers. Sending love to all and screaming thank you!