Help Me Get My Life Together As I Beat Cancer

Thank you all for supporting me!

I’m Shelly. I’m 34 years old and I’m on my third cancer.



2019 I went through one of the most difficult battles in my life. I wanted to become a mother, with every fiber of my being, I couldn’t understand why not, as I prayed constantly. In so much pain, and every blood shed, I shook it off as my period. Only to find out, in one of my darkest days, that I at 29 years old had cancer.

I went through multiple DNC’s, trying to save my uterus, until one night, I was weak, couldn’t talk or walk, I bled for 2 days until my sister knew something wasn’t right. I was hemorrhaging and nearly lost my life, one of many.

I received many blood transfusions until my oncologist said “I’m sorry, you’re dying, emergency hysterectomy, I can’t do anything to save your uterus” once that was done, I woke up screaming. “It’s gone! My babies, my dream, they’re gone!” I was medicated and went to sleep. It was difficult but my oncologist told me, your cancer was aggressive Michelle, we left an ovary. Maybe you can freeze your eggs.

I went through a bout of depression, I drank heavily. But I stopped, picked up the pieces and kept going. I owned a furniture and mattress store. It’s what paid my treatments and so forth. One day a cat appeared, I fed it. The next day there were four. These cats brought me back to life, so a little mini independent rescue began. This is my calling and purpose, to save those who cannot speak for themselves.

As I drove home from work, I felt off, I had been bleeding a bit and knew this wasn’t normal. I was cold and shaking. I thought, ok, Covid.

I took Tylenol, and slept, didn’t work. Stayed home. Called my employees, you open. I can’t talk, my through. It felt like an aggressive flu, I knew it was Covid. Until one day I called 911, they told me “you have a fever, seem sick, it’s probably Covid. Stay home and rest. Keep the Tylenol going, if we take you, you’re just going to wait for hours to be told to isolate at home”

My heart knew and my weakness was terrible, I muttered, it’s fine I’ll wait, take me.

Upon arrival the nurses looked at me, and I could see their faces went “hmm” like as a fear. I was immediately put on IV drip, 2 shots of Morphine. I felt like a new person. “Okay, can I go home now!” Only to have 4 doctors surrounding me. After several tests “you’re not going home, you’re dying, your organs are shutting down, we will try our best, you need surgery, call your family and say good bye” WHAT!?!?! A flu is going to kill me? “No, you’re septic, and you have necrotizing fasciitis in your thigh area”

I called, said my good byes. My mother, my life, my soul. She’s my all. My boyfriend. They both said no, you will be fine. Jesus has us. This is not your time. They prayed all night.

I woke up 4 days later after an induced coma. I made it!! Long story short, it took me 6 months to go back to normal and I am left with a huge scar of that awful time in my life.

But what about the bleeding you might ask? Well, 7 months after that incident and a colonoscopy later, I was diagnosed with Colon cancer.

I have so much to say I might write a book. Now in 2024. I just came back from my hospital stay. I have liver cancer. The next steps? I do not know. I’m being monitored. I take it day by day, I pray. My body is tired. My mind is tired. I cry every other day but I do not give up.

I still feed every cat I see. Unfortunately I lost my business. After 10 successful years. I sale online but, people are adamant to send money to strangers on a website. What I do make, keeps me afloat. I hate to beg, but God is teaching me to humble myself. It’s okay if you need help.

I pray to open a brick and mortar again. Since my online business is very slow. I also have merchandise at home, but people just don’t want mattresses, or FB doesn’t push my ads.

Anything you donate is to help me keep afloat. To feed me and my cat, to pay rent to have a roof over our heads and to help me start from the ground up. Sometimes I don’t have a penny to make it to my appointments. I even lost my car. I am left with nothing. Cancer stole everything from me and sometimes I wonder if it’d be better off gone.

If I am alive, it’s for a reason. Life is beautiful. Life is worth living. Be grateful for what you have. I can’t work a normal job and I am currently waiting for a yes for SSI. I’m waiting on help, in the meantime your donations help me get to my doctor appointments, help me eat, help me have a place to sleep and rest, and a phone to keep pushing my business. I know soon this nightmare will be over and life will get better.

I ask from the bottom of my heart you help me. Every month I have a fear of what will we eat? Will I be kicked out if I don’t have the rent? I’m almost to my goal and my heart is so full.

I pray I’m the successful woman I used to be, I pray I’m healthy and cancer free. I fight this every single day. Me and my cat thank you. I also live with my mother who takes care of me.

Thank you for reading, and God bless you for your donation❤️❤️

God bless you all abundantly!!