Hi, my name is Libbie. I’m 44 years old, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and someone who’s trying to live as fully and as fiercely as possible with a terminal cancer diagnosis. I have Stage 4 Neuroendocrine Cancer with late stage metastatic disease of the liver and advanced carcinoid syndrome. I was told, quite bluntly, that this diagnosis is not one I’ll survive. But I am still here. I’m still fighting. Still laughing. Still showing up for the people I love. Still trying to make meaning out of all of this.

When I applied for temporary federal benefits, I did it with hope in my heart, that eight months of stability would get me through the hardest parts of treatment. I believed I had until September to breathe, to rest, to manage my health and my pain. But I was just told that those benefits, including my medical coverage, will end in June. That’s weeks away. I am also applying for Social Security Disability, but let’s be honest: in the United States, even dying is a bureaucratic maze.

So here I am, humbly and fiercely asking for help...again

This GoFundMe isn’t about checking off a bucket list or taking a dream vacation. This is about survival. About giving me the ability to stay in my home, cover my mortgage, afford food, manage daily life. I will NOT be continuing treatment. The cost is too high. The payout too low, and the current political administration doesn't give me much desire to stick around longer than I need to.

I want to make it to my next birthday. I want to wake up each day knowing I can turn on the lights, refill my pain medication, and not worry about whether I’ll be forced to leave my home in the middle of all of this.

I’m asking you to donate if you can, and just as importantly, please share. Share this link with your church. Share it with your coworkers. Share it on social media, in group chats, and around dinner tables. Let people know that this is real, and that every share can ripple outward in ways we can’t always see.

I’m not asking for forever, I’m just asking for enough time to live what’s left of my life with dignity.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. Thank you for helping me stay here, just a little longer.

— Libbie