It’s time to evict Ouiser, my trach tube. I have endured 11 procedures in the OR on my airway post Covid.

I have spent 146+ days in a hospital over the past 3 years.

I have had to step away from performing my life work and hire women that share my vision to continue my work with my butterfly family.

After my Houston surgeon stated that I am her ONLY SURVIVING patient of a failed tracheal resection, I got angry and used the anger to research, then reach out to the ENT with the courage and innovation to perform the world’s first successful tracheal transplant. He doesn’t think I’m “there” yet for a transplant. He believes he can perform a second tracheal resection and tracheal reconstruction and rid me of Ouiser.

I want to TAKE MY LIFE BACK!!! I am ready to fight to make my body strong again. I truly have thought, “I’m a failure that just can’t die properly.” I needed time and lots of prayer to pull my head out of the dumpster fire and refute the lies of the enemy. My God made me strong and my Jesus has been with me every step of the way. Get out of my way, Satan, and go back to hell where you belong.

I have to finish being a wife, mother, daughter, sister, ballet mommy, and friend here on Earth.

I am asking for some help. Sadly, medical treatment is a for-profit venture. The medical team that has the experience, confidence, and innovation to repair my body is in New York City. My surgery will be a grueling surgery, and I need my husband to travel with me and hold my hand through this. I went through all of the other surgeries alone. I cannot do it again.

I needed time to pull my head out of the dumpster fire and refute the lies of the enemy. My God made me strong and my Jesus has been with me every step of the way. Get out of my way and go back to hell where you belong, Satan. Covid has won many of my personal battles, but my testimony will sing praises as we win the war.

I have to finish being a wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, ballet mommy, and friend here on Earth.

I am asking for some help. Sadly, medical treatment is a for-profit venture. The medical team that has the experience, confidence, and innovation to repair my body is in New York City. I’ve surpassed the abilities of my wonderful team in Houston that has kept my body alive. My surgery will be a grueling surgery to recover from, and I’m blessed that my husband will travel with me to hold my hand through the ugliness and remind me to keep fighting. I intend to keep fighting and will repay your generosity and help my neighbors as soon as I’m physically able to.